When the Trash Talker Meets the Real Deal

(Author: I feel so evil.)

"My lord, if you're not satisfied with that little puppy's service, you don't have to demolish my hotel."

The hotel manager, who had just rushed over, looked at the blood-red Soul Ring and almost buckled at the knees in fright. She had heard from the front desk that the room was only booked until last night but hadn't been checked out until this morning. She had thought perhaps some young people had gotten carried away, but she never expected such an important figure to visit their establishment.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Shrek City!"

A figure wreathed in green flames shot towards the hotel like a spear.

"Le... Lexuan?"

Xian Lin'er, with green hair and a childlike face, looked at the approaching figure in surprise. "Is there an enemy?"

"No."

"Aunt Xian, could you please find me a high-level healing Soul Master?"

"Alright, come with me."

Under Xian Lin'er's astonished gaze, the black-haired, long-straight beauty turned and pulled a handsome young man into her arms.

"This child's internal organs have suffered some damage. His body is now fine, and he should be able to move normally after resting for half a day."

If anyone else had said this, Xian Lin'er would have definitely pinned the quack doctor to the wall with a spear.

But such injuries were child's play for Elder Zhuang before her.

Sea God Pavilion Elder Zhuang Yusen, Life Douluo.

"But his consciousness is gone."

The old man frowned, having practiced medicine for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"There's such a strange thing?"

Xian Lin'er frowned slightly. If even he couldn't do anything, then only that Medical Immortal Douluo might be able to.

"Hmm?"

A disheveled figure appeared beside the two.

"Xuan Lao."

The white-haired old man gnawed on a chicken leg, his cloudy eyes looking at the figure lying on the bed. "Why is this kid here? Those two little girls from the outer court are almost frantic."

"Lexuan brought him. I saw Lexuan holding him at the hotel."

"..."

Elder Zhuang, who had been silent, blinked.

Young people sure are energetic.

"Pah! Scumbag!"

Xian Lin'er turned and left directly. She hated unfaithful scumbags the most.

An Zhen slowly opened his eyes.

Dean Xian, please don't define Yan Shaozhe's actions by his world-embracing love.

"Xuan Lao, I want to apply for withdrawal."

The show had to end.

And if he overacted?

Ye Guyi, Xu Jiujiu, Nan Qiuqiu, there were so many other cute beauties outside. Ugh, I need to find a way to abduct Xiao Yutong.

Of course, the biggest reason was that An Zhen was certain Shrek wouldn't agree.

First, as Zhang Lexuan had said before, an orphan with extreme potential.

Second, his reason for withdrawal.

"Reason?"

The disheveled old man was not surprised by the young man's sudden awakening.

"I'm afraid of being beaten to death by the senior disciple sister of the inner court for no reason."

Xuan Lao: ...

Elder Zhuang:?

The injuries on this kid were inflicted by that girl Lexuan?

"I just broke through. I don't know why the senior disciple sister of the inner court knew the time and place of my breakthrough and precisely intercepted me at the hotel entrance to understand my Soul Skill. I didn't want to at first, but remembering how she had asked me several times before, I could only show her."

The young man looked wronged.

"As a result, after experiencing it, she released her Soul Ring and used her Soul Power to pressure me."

"Where is justice!"

"Where is the law!"

"A Soul Douluo is bullying me, an orphan!"

Truly, a tale to make the heart ache and stir righteous indignation.

"Girl Le Xuan isn't that kind of person."

Xuan Lao said with great certainty.

"That's not true."

A gentle female voice rang out.

Xuan Lao: ...

The gentle woman walked over slowly, her clear, dark eyes like a tranquil, sorrowful spring.

"What else do you want?!"

"Roar!"

A high-pitched dragon's roar echoed. To the shock of Elder Zhuang, who was spectating, platinum scales densely covered the young man's right cheek. A radiant aura lifted his hair, and a dragon's claw, imbued with light, was raised.

"Holy Light Dragon!"

A junior secretly cultivated by Elder Mu?

No, then why is his relationship with Le Xuan so poor?

Elder Zhuang recalled the two young girls from the outer court Xuan Lao had just mentioned.

Tsk, it seems there's a juicy scandal brewing.

"You can hit me, I won't fight back."

The long, black-haired beauty lowered her head.

"I'm not stupid."

An Zhen got out of bed and strode quickly towards the building's entrance. "I'll drop out and run away. Even if your Shrek has great influence, if the three great empires can't tolerate me, I'll go to the Sun Moon Empire. Anyway, I'm an orphan, and wherever I am is my home."

A greasy hand crossed the spatial distance and directly grabbed the young man by the scruff of his neck.

"Young An, there must be some misunderstanding here."

Upon hearing the words "Sun Moon Empire," Xuan Lao couldn't hold back. Good heavens, sending this brat to the Sun Moon Empire would be like handing over their own Titled Douluo to the enemy.

Lifting An Zhen as if he were a small chick, Xuan Lao looked at the woman with her head bowed in silence.

Headache.

He, an old man of his age, still had to deal with youngsters' problems.

One was shouting, "A Titled Douluo is bullying a child."

The other was bowing her head, saying nothing.

Suddenly, Xuan Lao's cloudy eyes lit up. He directly threw the person in his hand away. A ball of light enveloped An Zhen, gently placing him on the ground.

"This kid is yours now. Remember, don't let him run."

With that, the disheveled old man's figure vanished.

"Student An Zhen."

It was a refined middle-aged man, his slightly longer bangs covering one eye, with a short beard.

"This should be our first formal meeting."

"Indeed." An Zhen nodded. "You were flying outside the window before."

Yan Shaozhe: ...

The middle-aged man with a smile remained unfazed, not feeling awkward at all. "Let me introduce myself. I am the Dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy, Mingfeng Douluo, a Rank 95 Super Douluo, Yan Shaozhe."

"Greetings, Lord Mingfeng. I wish to apply for withdrawal."

"Given An Zhen's diligent study spirit during this period, leading the entire class and even all new students in striving hard, after deliberation by the school's senior leadership, An Zhen is hereby granted the status of a core disciple of the Martial Soul Department, enjoying all the benefits and treatment of a core disciple from now on."

Yan Shaozhe said with a smile, as if he hadn't heard An Zhen's words.

"No."

The young man took a step back in fear.

"Misunderstandings need to be resolved. Don't let it become a lifelong regret." An aged voice rang out.

"Teacher!"

"Ancestor Xuan!"

"Grandpa!"

An old figure sitting in a wheelchair appeared in everyone's sight. Yan Shaozhe quickly walked forward and pushed the wheelchair.

"An Zhen, I don't need to introduce myself, do I?" the old man said with a chuckle, looking at the young man.

"Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul. Dragon God Douluo Mu En. Your legendary deeds are still told in many storybooks."

This was the truth.

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"Rustle~"

That was the sound of changing clothes.

"Riiip~"

The clothes were torn.

An barely managed to lift his head. His fair, exposed shoulders, the gentle beauty's long hair tied into a ponytail, her black gauze skirt's hem ripped off, one black and one white thigh-high stocking—a blend of purity and temptation—two slender yet shapely legs strode towards him.

Except for the stockings, why did this scene feel so familiar?

Ah, it was from the virtual world before.

No, why had the character roles switched?

"Hey, big sister, what are you doing?!"

"Taking responsibility for you, giving myself to you, so you can rest assured."

The line between reality and illusion seemed to blur at this moment. Zhang Lexuan's mind recalled the image of herself with black hair swaying, like a knight.

"Big sister, I trust you."

White-stockinged jade feet stepped onto the bed.

"Eldest Senior Sister, impulse is the devil!"

Black-stockinged jade feet landed by An Zhen's legs.

"Old Mu, save me!"

Slender jade hands grabbed An Zhen's pants.

That exquisite, flawless face grew larger and larger in An Zhen's vision.

The white-haired elder took a sip of his milk tea.

With two good children together, their days would surely be prosperous and happy.

As expected of me!