The Sixth Simulation

The last word, "Get out," struck Yu Xiaogang like a tangible sonic boom!

Yu Xiaogang was struck as if by a heavy blow, and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the corridor floor, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

He lay on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The office was deathly silent.

Only Zhao Wuji's heavy breathing and Flender's pale, powerless stance could be heard.

In the corridor, Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at everyone in the office— Flender's evasiveness, Zhao Wuji's rage, and the cold gazes of the other three teachers.

Finally, his gaze fell on Zhao Wuji.

He didn't say another word.

He simply stared intently at everyone, especially at Flender, then turned and staggered toward the academy gates.

In the office, Zhao Wuji slowly withdrew his Soul Power, and the seven Spirit Ring disappeared one by one.

Without even glancing at Flender, who was slumped in his chair, he turned to Lu Qibin and the other two, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Mo Xuan is currently in Heaven Dou City, studying under a Titled Douluo."

"I'm back this time to make things clear."

"From now on, this academy will have Yu Xiaogang, but not me Zhao Wuji."

After saying that, he strode out of the office and never looked back at Flender again.

Lu Qibin, Shao Xin, and Li Yusong stood silently for a moment, then simply gave Flender a deep look, shook their heads, and left one after another.

Flender was the only one left in the empty office.

He slumped into the chair, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the sky blood red.

Shrek Academy, a place once united by the "Golden Iron Triangle," saw its first clear and irreparable rift appear on this day.

Meanwhile, far away at the training ground, Dai Mubai listened to Zhao Wuji recount this story and remained silent for Jiujiu.

He finally understood why Zhao Wuji had such undisguised disgust for Yu Xiaogang.

But a new wave of questions flooded his mind, and he looked at Zhao Wuji, wondering:

"Then why is he still at the Shrek Academy?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen, as if he had thought of something he didn't want to face, and he said indignantly:

"It's all because..."

Heaven Dou City, a small courtyard.

After sharing their experiences of Martial Soul Awakening and obtaining their fourth Spirit Ring with their companions, the group completed their lessons for the day.

As evening fell, Tang San returned to his room.

In fact, the Simulator in his mind had already given him clear prompts during class this morning.

[The sixth life Simulation is now available.]

At this moment, the door closed, and he was left alone in the room.

As dusk settled outside the window, the faint sounds of city life drifted from afar.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his sea of consciousness.

The interface that floats deep within my consciousness, emitting a faint glow, still exists.

After the first five Simulation, especially the second Simulation and the astonishing confirmation from Ma Hongjun and Oscar's dreams, Tang San's understanding of this mysterious system has undergone a fundamental change.

It is no longer just a "deductive tool" that provides possibilities.

It really can change reality.

Therefore, at this moment, in Tang San's mind, every Simulation in the Simulator, everything he experiences and sees in the Simulation will affect his inner thoughts, thereby changing his original judgment, and ultimately changing his fate in reality!

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his mind:

'System, start Simulation.'

[Command confirmed.]

[The sixth Simulation exercise begins...]

The familiar notification sound rang out.

The next second, Tang San's consciousness seemed to be gently peeled away from his body by a gentle yet irresistible force.

The light before my eyes began to distort and swirl, transforming into countless flowing colors and fragmented images.

The feeling of weightlessness returned, as if I were swimming upstream in an endless river, or falling from a great height, passing through layers of mist.

I don't know how much time passed—perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity.

The feeling of falling stopped abruptly.

The distorted light and shadow quickly stabilized and became clear.

Tang San slowly "opened" his eyes.

What comes into view is a lush, ancient forest.

Sunlight, dappled through the dense canopy of trees, fell on the ground covered with fallen leaves and moss. The air was damp and fresh, carrying the unique scent of earth and plants. In the distance, the faint sound of a babbling brook and the chirping of unidentified birds could be heard.

Star Dou Great Forest.

Tang San immediately recognized the place.

Moreover, judging from the height of the surrounding trees, the dense Soul Power fluctuations in the air, and the faint sense of pressure belonging to a powerful Soul Beast, this place is definitely not the outer area; it is at least a mixed area, and may even be close to the core area.

He looked down and saw that "he" was standing on a path worn smooth by countless footsteps. He was wearing the familiar black outfit that Fu Shiyan had prepared for him, and carrying some simple luggage.

The Simulation self... seemed somewhat tired, with a significant depletion of Soul Power, but was highly focused, its sharp eyes scanning its surroundings, clearly in a state of alert.

This is not aimless wandering.

The "Simulation self" seems to be searching for something.

Just then, a very faint yet unusually clear rustling sound suddenly came from the shadows of the trees ahead.

That wasn't the sound of wind blowing leaves.

Rather, it was the subtle sound of a body gliding through the grass or scales rubbing against the ground.

The "Simulation self" stopped abruptly, lowered its body slightly, and raised its right hand, ready to unleash its Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul at any moment.

His gaze was fixed on the direction from which the sound came, and his pupils contracted slightly.

They've arrived.

Tang San's consciousness followed "his own" perspective, and he too held his breath and focused intently.

A few seconds later, the bushes in front slowly parted.

A tall, lithe figure slid out silently.

It was a snake.

Its entire body is covered with shimmering turquoise scales, which refract like gemstones in the sunlight filtering through the trees.

It is not particularly large, about seven meters long, with a waist slightly thicker than a bucket, but its lines are smooth and perfect, full of power.

On the triangular snake's head, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils coldly stared at "the Simulation self," and the flickering of its tongue exuded a chilling aura.

Most strikingly, in the very center of its forehead is a diamond-shaped gem-like protrusion that shimmers with a faint golden light.

"Mandala Snake... and Mandala Snake that is at least ten thousand years old!"

Tang San immediately made a judgment in his mind.

He was familiar with this kind of Soul Beast; it was highly venomous, extremely fast, and a very troublesome hunter in the forest.

Judging from the Soul Power fluctuations and size of the creature before us, it has a cultivation level of at least 1,500 years!

Is this what the "Simulation self" is looking for?

"Me in the Simulator" also seemed to have confirmed the target, its eyes became more focused, and its feet moved slowly, adjusting to the best response posture.

The thousand-year-old Mandala Snake clearly sensed the threat posed by the human before it.