The Wandering Dragon Returns to the Sea

In the end, the arm couldn't twist the thigh, and Wang Chuan "graduated."

At the very last moment before leaving the clan school, Wang Chuan cast a resentful glance at the familiar school gate and muttered with dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, if you won't let me eat for free here, I'll go eat somewhere else!"

With that, Wang Chuan left this place of sorrow with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

Yet, as he walked away, Wang Chuan's super-intelligence kept running at full speed.

In his original plan, he should have been able to swindle a few more members of the main branch out of tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins. How did he end up being kicked out of the clan school through such a series of combined maneuvers? Where exactly did things go wrong?

It wasn't until evening that Wang Chuan realized what he had miscalculated.

He had underestimated the moral bottom line of the main branch, assuming they were all the same caliber as Yu Xiaogang, the small-fry, and Yu Dalong.

At the same time, he had overlooked the cultivation levels of his peers.

Without considering other auxiliary abilities, his normal state could already reach the combat power of a Soul Ancestor.

Wang Chuan was only thirteen years old, yet even the two individuals known as the Blue Lightning Twin Stars, Yu Tianheng and his peer, were only at level thirty-nine at the age of eighteen. This showed just how lackluster the talent of the group below them truly was.

Therefore, the main branch did have Soul Ancestor-level powerhouses who could defeat him.

But in the end, that would only earn them the reputation of bullying the young, so who would go out of their way to make things difficult for themselves?

However, they couldn't just leave this problem child unchecked, so he was ultimately handled by being "expelled" as a cold-treatment measure.

After figuring out the reason, Wang Chuan fell silent for a while, then hammered his bed as if he had lost hundreds of thousands of Gold Soul Coins.

"Damn it, if I had known, I would have just thrown the match back then! If I had, I could have kept mopping up free meals at the clan school!"

Watching Wang Chuan's retreating back, the dean smiled with a sense of relief.

"Very good, the task assigned by the second master is complete."

Following that, the dean's smile grew even wider.

Because of Wang Chuan's massive appetite, every meal was now portioned for a hundred people. In the past, he could have skimmed some profit off the clan school's food budget, but he hadn't been able to scrape a single cent in years.

In fact, according to the statistics from his subordinates, Wang Chuan's appetite had increased again recently, and he would have had to report it to apply for a subsidy.

But in his view, since Wang Chuan had slapped the face of the main branch in public, the higher-ups would either reject his application or stall it indefinitely.

When that time came, in order to prevent his subordinates from being dissatisfied due to poor food—which would affect his own prestige—he would have had to pay out of his own pocket.

Now that Yu Luomian had given him this task, it was more like it suited his own intentions perfectly.

At the same time, the dean couldn't help but sigh; why hadn't he thought of using this method to get rid of some troublesome students before?

Truly, one is never too old to learn~

The fact that the head teacher had called Wang Chuan away and that he had subsequently vanished could naturally not be kept hidden.

Finally, after having Wang Chuan's neighbors make some discreet inquiries, the full picture of the situation surfaced.

It was then reported level by level to the various elders, and in the end, even the elders had to praise Yu Luomian's methods.

Although this move did not flaunt the martial power of the main branch, it demonstrated the authority of the main branch, as well as its benevolence.

That's right, no one of the same age could beat Wang Chuan, but we simply let you graduate reasonably; this way, you won't continue to stir up trouble.

Then, under the influence of time, the matter of Wang Chuan would naturally be gradually forgotten.

At the same time, not long after, a rumor began to circulate among the students.

It was said that the elders had praised Wang Chuan's current strength as peerless among his age group, but his talent was a fatal flaw.

Without corresponding soul power cultivation, no matter how good his physical talent was, he would eventually fade into the crowd.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was different; one could begin practicing the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique starting from the Soul Ancestor level, and by then, they would certainly not be weaker than Wang Chuan.

Furthermore, no matter how poor the talent of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was, one could always reach the level of a Soul Saint. Once they possessed the Avatar of Martial Soul, no matter how strong Wang Chuan's body was, he would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

In this way, through subtle influence, the impact of Wang Chuan defeating members of the main branch was gradually diminished until it was forgotten by everyone.

The next day, Wang Chuan regained his composure. Since he had figured out the reason for his failure, there was no point in continuing to dwell on past defeats.

Thus, Wang Chuan began to take stock of his current assets.

He had sold the two soul beasts he hunted earlier for thirty-two thousand, swindled thirty thousand from Yu Xiaogang, ten thousand from Yu Dalong, plus the scattered assets left behind by his parents.

Wang Chuan made a rough estimate; he was a little rich man with savings of nearly eighty thousand. If he was frugal with his food, this money should last him about a year.

Wang Chuan felt a sudden wave of depression. If he hadn't been expelled, he wouldn't have had to spend this money, and he could have kept eating for another ten years or so.

Gulp, it really hurts to spend my own money~

Afterward, Wang Chuan thought about it. With his soul-hunting experience and Wang Lie's assessment, his strength was enough to rival a Soul King of a branch family, making him a minor expert on Douluo Continent, so the pressure to survive wasn't high.

But Wang Chuan knew that this level of strength alone was not enough to walk the continent at will.

Therefore, Wang Chuan decided to continue developing for a while longer!

And so, for the next year, Wang Chuan continued to train desperately and spent his own money to purchase large amounts of soul beast meat for nourishment, with both his physical body and soul power cultivation growing rapidly.

After exchanging a final round of blows with Wang Lie, Wang Lie's assessment of Wang Chuan reached the level of a Soul Emperor.

If one were to add the technique of Shave into the mix, then even a Soul Saint would be unable to detain Wang Chuan within complex terrain.

Wang Chuan was well aware that in this era where Title Douluo rarely walked the world, Soul Douluo were the decision-makers for all major factions and would not act recklessly.

Therefore, being able to escape from under the nose of a Soul Saint already proved that he would have no problem preserving his life on the Douluo Continent.

After all, Wang Chuan was not the type to subscribe to the philosophy that one is a mediocrity if they do not stir up trouble.

As he traveled the continent in the future, Wang Chuan's main focus would be hunting soul beasts to add bricks and mortar to his Haki cultivation.

After a simple farewell to Wang Lie, Wang Chuan began his journey alone.

Naturally, Wang Chuan's first stop was the Sunset Forest.

After all, his assets of eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins had been completely exhausted; if he didn't find a source of income now, how would he get by on the Douluo Continent in the future?

Walking along the familiar path, Wang Chuan arrived at the Soul Hunting Town where he and Wang Lie had originally entered the Soul Hunting Forest.

As soon as he approached, the familiar, bustling atmosphere rushed toward him.

Those selling various supplies, those shouting to form teams, those just returning from soul hunting—the various lives of ordinary soul masters were all laid out before his eyes.

However, Wang Chuan merely glanced at them before withdrawing his gaze.

He had already replenished his supplies before coming, and he didn't intend to head straight into the Mixed Zone to hunt ten-thousand-year soul beasts; he planned to start by hunting some hundred-year or thousand-year ones to practice and regain his feel for combat.

Thus, Wang Chuan's goal was clear, and he headed straight for the Sunset Forest.

But just as Wang Chuan reached the edge of the Soul Hunting Town, a burly figure caught his eye.