The Big Hat

Bai Yuan went on without a care, "In my view, a truly formidable academy should have the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous, to turn trash into prodigies. So Shrek Academy, which only accepts monsters, is nothing but trash among trash."

Zhao Wuji's face darkened as he watched from the shadows.

Ma Hongjun took two deep breaths, then suddenly sneered. "Since you say that, you must have the ability to turn the rotten into the miraculous and turn trash into prodigies, right?"

Bai Yuan smiled. "Of course I do. My disciple used to be trash herself, but now she could beat you lot like dogs."

As soon as those words fell, not only Tang San and Dai Mubai, but even Ning Rongrong looked somewhat angry.

After all, she had been included among that "you lot."

Bai Yu turned back and gazed at Bai Yuan with dark, unfathomable eyes.

She had just dug a pit for her Master, only for Bai Yuan to toss her straight into it in return.

As for her former self being trash—

Bai Yu thought so too.

She had cultivated diligently for hundreds of years just to barely awaken her Spiritual Intelligence.

If that did not make her trash, was she supposed to be a genius?

Had she not met Bai Yuan, Bai Yu did not know how much longer it would have taken her to assume human form and walk beneath this vast sky.

Dai Mubai said furiously, "Fine, fine, fine! If you've got the nerve, let her come down. Don't blame me for bullying a child today!"

Bai Yu's face darkened beneath her mask.

Bullying a child? Given her true age, she could have been the ancestor of everyone below, yet he actually dared call her a child.

Bai Yu sprang from Bai Yuan's leg, her body drifting several meters as though weightless before landing not far from the Seven Devils.

"Who's first? Or are you all coming at me together?" Bai Yu's tone was calm, but her words were thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Qi Refining Ninth Layer was equivalent to thirty-ninth-level soul power. In terms of the power within their bodies, Bai Yu did not surpass Dai Mubai by much.

But when it came to techniques, Dai Mubai only had three, while Bai Yu had learned an unknown number of spells from the Azure Lotus Heavenly Heart Art.

There were even many divine abilities among them that she could only use by risking her life in her current state.

Not to mention that the cultivation method Bai Yu practiced was among the very best, fully capable of allowing her to challenge opponents above her level.

If cultivation levels were converted into Soul Power Levels, Foundation Establishment Initial was equivalent to level forty-nine, the middle stage to fifty-nine, the later stage to sixty-nine, and completion reached level seventy-nine.

"Arrogant!" This was not only the thought of the Shrek Seven Devils, but also that of the surrounding spectators.

Bai Yuan had just said that these people were all monsters. Yet this masked girl, barely a meter tall and looking like a little girl who had only just awakened her martial soul, actually wanted to fight seven against one.

It was simply ridiculous.

Dai Mubai had no intention of respecting the elderly or caring for the young. Seeing Bai Yu come down directly and speak so brazenly, he stepped forward.

"Little brat, you're unlucky to have ended up with a teacher like that. Get lost to the side now and cut ties with him, and I'll let you leave safely," Dai Mubai said in a deep voice.

Bai Yu said flatly, "Make your move. It has been a few years since I last fought anyone, so I'll let you have three moves first."

For the past few years, Bai Yu had lived in the Star Dou Great Forest. She usually fought Soul Beasts and rarely encountered people.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Dai Mubai sneered coldly. The muscles on his body suddenly bulged, stretching his clothes taut.

His golden hair also turned white, with several strands of black mixed in, especially conspicuous. The three horizontal lines and one vertical line on his forehead formed the character for king.

Two yellow and one purple—three gleaming rings rose in succession from beneath his feet. The surging soul power made the surrounding spectators feel tremendous pressure.

Bai Yu remained unmoved. The only thing visible beneath her mask was a pair of wine-red eyes, utterly devoid of emotion.

Tang San frowned as he looked at those calm eyes. That unpleasant memory from before gradually resurfaced.

It shouldn't be her. She's about the same age as me—she should have grown up long ago, Tang San muttered inwardly. He steadied himself and continued watching the battle about to unfold.

Dai Mubai was also startled inwardly. To withstand his soul power pressure without even releasing her martial soul, this little girl before him was absolutely not simple.

Dai Mubai calmed himself at once, no longer daring to underestimate her as he prepared to go all out.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

A milky-white orb of light gathered before Dai Mubai's mouth before shooting out with explosive force.

The power of this attack was extremely formidable. An ordinary two-ring Soul Master would die on contact, while even a three-ring Soul Elder would not dare take it head-on.

Yet Bai Yu merely extended a slender, fair finger and lightly traced through the air, drawing an invisible circle.

The light wave vanished without warning the moment it touched that unseen circle, as though the colors in a painting had been wiped away.

"What kind of soul skill is that?!"

Everyone stared in stunned disbelief. Even Tang San, who had learned so much from Yu Xiaogang, found it hard to believe.

No Soul Rings had appeared around her body, yet with a casual motion, she had dissolved the attack of a three-ring Soul Elder.

A smile hung at Bai Yuan's lips. With things looking like this, if he opened his mouth to take in disciples, quite a few people would probably come to sign up, right?

No sooner said than done, Bai Yuan smiled. "That wasn't a soul skill. It was a spell. My disciple and I are not soul masters—we are cultivators."

The hall fell deathly silent.

Tang San's pupils contracted as an unpleasant memory involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"It's her! It's them!"

Tang San looked at Bai Yu, who was confronting Dai Mubai. The mask on her face had been replaced by the face of an exquisitely beautiful girl.

"Third Brother, you know them?" Xiao Wu asked doubtfully.

Tang San nodded. "I know them. Six years ago, they nearly killed me. Back then, I was puzzled. That girl looked even younger than I was, so why was she so strong? Now, it seems I know the reason."

"The reason? What reason?" Xiao Wu asked curiously.

The rest of Shrek's Big Five, including Ning Rongrong, Zhao Wuji lurking in the shadows, and the surrounding onlookers, all turned their curious gazes toward him.

Feeling everyone's attention, Tang San narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them. "Because they are Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that have rebuilt themselves. Only Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that have rebuilt themselves could remain unchanged in appearance for six years, possess such strength despite looking so young, and use skills without even displaying Soul Rings."

Everyone was startled by Tang San's words, then looked at Bai Yuan and Bai Yu with greed in their eyes.

None of them had ever seen a rebuilt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. They had only heard rumors, knowing only that such beasts would take human form and become easier to kill.

As for their other traits, no one knew anything at all.

Now that Tang San had said this, it was more believable that Bai Yuan and Bai Yu were rebuilt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts than that they were cultivators no one had ever even heard of.

Bai Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

What he had been thinking was that even if Tang San learned their identities, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, Tang San had already used a killing move; whether they knew each other or not, they were already enemies.

Yet now Bai Yuan merely wanted to take on an apprentice—how had he suddenly been saddled with the label of a rebuilt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

And it was a label Bai Yuan could not shake off.

Because he could not possibly kill himself, or kill Bai Yu, to prove that he was not a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.