Revenge

Imprint.

NPC Puppet.

Theoretically, an NPC puppet is just another virtual person without consciousness. It's even difficult to distinguish them from real people after they've been endowed with virtual consciousness.

Like a mirror, reflecting another you in another world.

A round, golden Soul Ring lit up.

Under the gaze of everyone from Soul Master to Limit Douluo, a figure seemingly made of light slowly appeared behind An Zhen. What a figure it was! Black hair was lifted by waves of light, eyes filled with golden spiritual energy held the confidence of absolute control. With soaring ambition, in the prime of his life, a peerless prodigy.

"Teacher!"

Standing on the high platform, Yan Shaozhe—though usually called a cunning old fox—couldn't help but exclaim. He had never seen his teacher look like this before, but the familiar feeling made him recognize him instantly.

"Uncle-Master?!"

In a corner of the assessment area, the disheveled old man stared blankly at the phantom figure, the chicken leg in his mouth dropping to the ground. It was as if he remembered his youth.

"What an extraordinary young fellow."

The old man, pushed by Tang Ya, wore a kind and radiant smile.

The phantom figure in its prime took a step forward and merged into An Zhen's body. A phantom face Reflection appeared on the young man's face. The next moment, it was as if something in the world exploded with a bang. Just as skillfully as if he had done it thousands of times, surging spiritual power gathered like a tide onto the platinum dragon's claw holding the light.

"Roar!"

The phantom Hell White Tiger let out an enraged roar, its eyes filled with fury, yet its tail couldn't help but shrink.

Use your Soul Skill!

In his decade-plus life, the arrogant Dai Huabin had never experienced such unwillingness and humiliation. Facing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill his White Tiger family prided itself on, the opponent didn't even consider using a Soul Skill. What angered him even more was that he actually felt fear and a desire to retreat.

No, impossible!

"Lost." Yan Shaozhe said softly.

The giant black and white white tiger had lost its king-of-beasts aura. This wasn't a dying struggle, but a death throe.

The platinum dragon's claw met the giant tiger's claw.

"Boom!"

This wasn't the shockwave of strong opponents clashing.

It was a one-sided crushing.

The Hell White Tiger, sent flying backward, dissipated in the air. The two figures, like dead dogs, crashed heavily onto the ground. A large mouthful of blood spurted from Zhu Lu's mouth as she fainted. In the final moment, she had actively taken on more of the attack.

"Hoo~"

An Zhen took a deep breath.

The king-like posture dissipated, and a roguish smile appeared on the handsome young man's face.

He had used Elder Mu's NPC puppet to perform a 'Reign of the World' once.

To be honest, he hadn't learned it.

He would have to deal with his emotional issues later. He had overdone it just to show off.

"The match is over!"

Du Weilun's eyes were fixed on the only youth standing on the field. Was that last move integrating spiritual power into physical attacks, a Self-Created Soul Skill? And who was that figure?

"Wow!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

Praise for the victor!

Admiration for the strong!

"I haven't lost yet!"

A discordant roar rang out.

Blood trickled from Dai Huabin's forehead. Like a ferocious demon, Dai Huabin staggered to his feet and roared at Du Weilun, "I can still stand up! I still have Soul Power! I'm still within the arena!"

"Why did you declare me the loser!"

Du Weilun frowned slightly, signaling a teacher beside him to take Zhu Lu away.

The cheers from the audience also stopped.

He's directly roaring at the dean? Is this guy that bold?

"Director Du, this student believes classmate Dai has a point."

An Zhen suddenly spoke up.

"My goal is to ensure that everyone who fights my students loses without any complaints."

Du Weilun glanced at Dai Huabin, who looked like he'd eat him if he didn't agree, and said coldly, "Since it's your wish, then continue."

Ignorant fools.

"An Zhen!"

Dài Huābīn stumbled forward, one arm hanging uselessly, the other weakly raised into a fist.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Two slaps answered Dài Huābīn.

Symmetrical, left and right.

Dài Huābīn still had Soul Power, but the spiritual power rampaging within his body and soul prevented him from even using his Martial Soul Avatar. He was only supporting his already severely weakened body with sheer hatred.

Aunt Huo must have been in a lot of pain then.

An Zhen suddenly thought.

His fair hand grabbed Dài Huābīn's bleeding arm, pulling it forcefully towards him. With his other fist, he smashed hard into Dài Huābīn's chest.

One punch, and he couldn't get up anymore.

An Zhen dragged Dài Huābīn, who was like a dead dog, and threw him out of the arena.

"Team An Zhen wins! With no other challenging teams, they directly advance to the semifinals."

Dù Wéilún announced the already decided result.

An Zhen watched as the unconscious Dài Huābīn was carried away for treatment.

He went to the restroom.

Following Elder Yi's instructions, he used a towel to absorb the blood on his arm.

A wisp of gray aura, undetectable by ordinary beings, floated out from between An Zhen's eyebrows.

"Alright." The aged voice was a little weak. "According to this world's extraordinary system of Martial Souls, once this is burned with fire, the curse within will cause his Martial Soul's origin to continuously flow away."

"Thank you for your trouble, teacher."

"It's nothing. A bright aura is approaching, put the item away."

An Zhen put the towel into the golden bracelet given by Níng Tián, a storage Soul Tool with a surprisingly large internal space of fifty-two cubic meters. Níng Tián and Wú Fēng each had a silver and bronze one respectively; they were like couple's items. He had explained to the two girls that it was a reward from Níng Tián.

An Zhen planned to let Yǔtóng handle the final step with the towel.

It was better to handle revenge personally.

"An Zhen!"

The scent of a maiden wafted towards him. The golden-haired young lady leaned against An Zhen's chest. Níng Tián blinked, her beautiful azure eyes filled with maidenly adoration.

"Was it amazing?"

"It was incredible!"

A Soul Ancestor with four rings, and that punch that directly shattered the Hell White Tiger, truly surprised Níng Tián, surprising her with joy.

Níng Tián didn't ask An Zhen what grudges he held with Dài Huābīn. Smart girls knew that even couples needed some privacy, let alone their current relationship status. For a prodigy like An Zhen, Níng Tián knew how to make him like her more.

"Nine Treasures Pavilion?"

An Zhen said with a smile.

"I know."

Níng Tián shyly turned her face away. She naturally understood what An Zhen was referring to. Leaving a mark on An Zhen's face, the maiden left his warm embrace.

"Wú Fēng."

An Zhen looked at the black-stockinged, knee-skirted girl beside him.

"Pervert."

The Red Dragon maiden, her cheeks slightly flushed, walked forward and left a mark on the other side of An Zhen's cheek.

Tsundere.

He found Wáng Dǒng and Huǒ Yǔtóng.

To be safe, he pulled them into the virtual world.

"I'm sorry, An Zhen, I misunderstood you before."

Huǒ Yǔtóng explained to Wáng Dǒng.

The beautiful long-haired girl in pink and blue, wearing white socks, lightly kicked An Zhen's calf with her foot.

An Zhen understood.

"Brother An Zhen!"

A little blue-haired cutie jumped directly into An Zhen's arms, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her cherry lips awkwardly brushed against the corner of An Zhen's mouth, then found their position and captured his lips.

Lip friendship.

It feels like my heart is a little better.

"Look at the boy and girl embracing and kissing," Wang Dong thought.

A moment later.

"Mmm."

The bold girl shyly lowered her head, her small body curled up in An Zhen's arms.

"Xiao Yutong, the rewards in the virtual world aren't enough~" An Zhen said with a smile.

"Mmm~" Her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, but to An Zhen, it was incredibly clear.

"Alright, now let's talk about something else."

An Zhen brought up the matter of casting a curse.

"Yutong, this is exactly how it should be. That beast deserved it completely!"

Wang Dong said with a furious expression. To beat up a mother and daughter who couldn't even fight back. Other people's lives meant nothing to him, so his own life meant nothing either.

Huo Yutong looked at An Zhen.

"Blood feuds must be avenged!"

An Zhen crouched down and looked at the Loli in front of him, saying, "The Duchess White Tiger bullied you and your mother, she deserves to die. Dai Huabin disdained human life and had his subordinates beat Aunt Huo until she fainted, he deserves to die. Those guards beat you to please their masters, so they naturally have to pay the price for doing such things to please their masters."

"We don't implicate the innocent. We just want to punish the bad people and get revenge."

"Yutong, you have a bright future. Aunt Huo's spirit in heaven must want you to be happier and more joyful. We will get revenge, but don't let the past become a lifelong shadow. Step out of the past, and I will accompany you towards the future."

"An Zhen-gege..."

The teary-eyed girl looked at An Zhen in front of her.

"And me, and me!"

Wang Dong'er stepped forward and grabbed Huo Yutong's arm. "I'll always be with Yutong too."

"An Zhen-gege, Wang Dong, thank you."

Huo Yutong reached out and hugged both of them. The three embraced.

Reality.

Electrolux confirmed no powerful beings were watching. An Zhen condensed a ball of flame with his Fire Dragon Martial Soul. Huo Yutong held a towel and threw it into the fire. Her bright eyes stared blankly as the towel was burned to ashes.

"Alright."

An Zhen stood up. "Yutong, right now, that guy is like a small pebble you kicked aside. Turn this page, and then watch his future as a clown."

"Mmm."

The girl nodded heavily, as if a heavy shackle in her heart had been partially removed. A genuine smile appeared on her cute face.

Mom, did you see? Yutong met some very good people.

"Hoo~"

Looking at the happy girl, An Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. The hatred had put a lot of pressure on Yutong, even some extreme negative emotions buried deep in her heart.

Leave the revenge to him. He just wants his Yutong to be happy.

Huo Yutong and Wang Dong still had competitions today.

An Zhen headed to the Nine Treasures Pavilion. He familiarly greeted the older sister receptionist and then went to the top floor. As soon as he entered the young lady's boudoir, the sound of splashing water reached his ears.

"Feng-mei's legs are so springy. No wonder An Zhen likes them so much."

"Mmm, young master..."

"Feng-mei is so soft when I hug her."

"Feng-mei's thighs are so plump, no wonder An Zhen often rests his head on them."

An Zhen needed to replenish his emotions.