A Little Harmless Mischief

Tang San looked puzzled and pointed at Oscar's cart.

"Which classmate did you buy it from?!"

"Spit it out, now!"

"Why? It tastes pretty good!"

Dai Mubai's expression turned strange. He had no choice but to lead them over to Oscar.

"Xiao Ao, make a fresh sausage."

Oscar looked embarrassed. "Boss Dai, we're classmates, after all. You'll make the new junior hold a grudge against me."

"Cut the crap! Watch out, or I'll whip you myself."

Oscar sighed helplessly and used that lewd, limp voice of his.

"I've got a big sausage!"

Xiao Wu and Tang San, who had been enjoying their sausages, immediately went pale.

"Bleurgh..."

After vomiting, Xiao Wu's face was flushed, making her look delicate and pitiful.

The moment Tang San saw this, his eyes turned bloodshot. He activated the Red Rage switch and stared fixedly at Oscar.

"How... how could he? Xiao Wu ate it too—his... Xiao Wu hasn't even had hers!"

He summoned his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and was just about to say, "You already have a death wish!"

Dai Mubai hurriedly stopped Tang San. "We're all classmates. Besides, it's only condensed Soul Power. It just looks somewhat similar. It's no big deal!"

Only after Dai Mubai's persuasion did Tang San calm down a little. He glared viciously at Oscar, while consoling himself inwardly.

It's fake! Fake! Xiao Wu's first time will definitely be mine!

After scolding Oscar a few times, Dai Mubai led Tang San's group of four into the academy.

When they arrived at a testing area, Dai Mubai exchanged a few words with the examiner before leading the four of them toward the final assessment grounds.

"Teacher, why can the four of them skip straight to the fourth test while we have to pass one test after another?" a male student protested.

"If your Soul Power exceeds level twenty-five, you can go directly to the fourth test. But your Soul Power is only level twenty-one, so pass them one at a time like you're supposed to."

Those students could hardly believe it. How could a twelve-year-old possibly reach level twenty-five Soul Power?

Dai Mubai cursed, tossed the testing crystal to Tang San's group of four, and after confirming their results, led them away.

Liu Yanyang, following behind the four, could not help but sigh.

"Reaching level twenty-five at twelve years old requires at least level-eight Innate Soul Power!"

Along the way, Dai Mubai began boasting about Shrek Academy to the four of them, still using the same old spiel he had once used to fool Liu Yanyang.

But when he bragged about the academy's most successful graduate becoming Spirit Hall's youngest elder, he noticed that Ning Rongrong's expression had not changed at all. She still listened with an attentive look.

Liu Yanyang found this quite puzzling. Tang San and the others were country bumpkins, so it was normal for them to be taken in. But Ning Rongrong was the future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. No matter how playful she was, there was no way she would not know about something like this.

A Titled Douluo at thirty-three—if Ning Fengzhi learned of that, he would surely break out in a cold sweat and immediately reassess his relationship with Spirit Hall.

Liu Yanyang looked up at the sky.

Either there's something wrong with this "heaven"...

Or Ning Fengzhi knew beforehand, yet still secretly guided Ning Rongrong to this scam academy. There must be quite a secret behind this!

Following Dai Mubai, they arrived at an open area roughly two hundred meters across.

A middle-aged man who was short and plain-looking but sturdily built was dozing in a recliner.

"Teacher Zhao, I've brought people for the fourth assessment."

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and looked at Tang San's group of four. "Not bad. Four this year, and all of them passed by exemption."

He then had Dai Mubai explain the rules and gave Tang San's group of four time to discuss their strategy.

Liu Yanyang found a clean spot and sat down, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. Without Dragon Beard Needles, he wondered how badly Little Bie San would be beaten by Zhao Wuji.

A few minutes later, Zhao Wuji lit an incense stick, and the match officially began.

Zhao Wuji seized the initiative and charged straight at them.

After Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing dodged aside, Tang San used Blue Silver Grass to bind Ning Rongrong and retreat.

Tang San took the opportunity to use Biological Mother's Entanglement to bind Zhao Wuji, while Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing charged forward and unleashed their Soul Skills.

After a whole flashy sequence of moves, what a sight—zero damage!

Perhaps tired of their tickling attacks, Zhao Wuji's first Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet. Golden light erupted, and Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both coughed up blood as they were blasted away.

Tang San immediately caught Xiao Wu. Seeing her vomiting blood in his arms, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and Red Rage was about to activate.

At that moment, Xiao Wu endured the pain and unleashed her second Soul Skill—Charm.

Zhao Wuji was briefly hard-controlled, but instantly recovered.

Xiao Wu did not even manage a groan before fainting directly in Tang San's arms. Blood flowed from both her nose and mouth.

This Old Rabbit is genuinely stupid!

Gangzi is seriously useless too. He didn't even tell this stupid rabbit that lower-level Soul Masters cannot use mental Soul Skills against higher-level Soul Masters!

No, she's a Hundred Thousand Year Transformed Soul Beast! She even knows that Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings possess things like mental shock. There's no reason she wouldn't understand the dangers of mental Soul Skills!

Could she be a Tea Rabbit?!

Looking at Xiao Wu, unconscious and bleeding from three orifices, Tang San painfully laid her down gently.

Red Rage activated. Tang San stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji and began the famous "betting" scene.

"Teacher Zhao, let's fight again. If we win, all of us pass. If we lose, we'll withdraw."

The others nodded in agreement, and the match began again.

"Teacher Zhao, be careful!"

Then, ten flashes of cold light burst from Tang San's lightly flicking fingers, shooting respectively toward Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and lower abdomen. Not one of the ten attacks targeted the same spot, and every target was a vital point.

Willow Leaf Blades, Flying Locust Stones, Money Darts, Bone-Piercing Nails—every sort of hidden weapon blossomed from Tang San's Flowers in a Sea of Hidden Weapons technique. Some flew straight, some at angles, and some curved around behind him, but they all had only one target in the end: Zhao Wuji's body.

"Tut, tut, tut." Liu Yanyang could not help but marvel. If this had been an ordinary Soul King, he would probably have died on the spot.

Golden light blazed over Zhao Wuji's entire body, and the hidden weapons could not get even an inch closer.

Tang San continued firing wave after wave of hidden weapons in volleys. Soon, quite a pile had accumulated on the ground.

But to Zhao Wuji, whose defense was off the charts, it was merely a scratch. Watching Tang San leap and dart about, Zhao Wuji grew extremely annoyed.

His fourth Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet. Locking onto Tang San, he charged straight at him.

Unable to dodge in time, Tang San could only summon the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul in his left hand and, while Zhao Wuji was off guard, smash it into his right cheek.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji sent him flying with a slap.

Both fell to the ground. Zhao Wuji clutched his swollen old face and saw Tang San, whose left cheek was now swollen high and who had two bloody teeth lying quietly beside him.

He merely said, "You pass," before hurriedly leaving.

Seeing Little Bie San, whose own biological mother might not recognize him now, Liu Yanyang could not help laughing out loud.

At the same time, he silently mourned for Zhao Wuji!