Quite the Curious Little Thing

In the end, Zhao Wuji brought Zhu Zhuqing and Danheng into the academy.

As for Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji truly had no idea what was wrong with him.

So what if he had lost to someone he could have beaten last night? Was there any need to take it so hard?

It wasn't as if it was his first or second loss.

When they arrived at the fourth test—the stage that Dai Mubai had originally been meant to oversee—Tang San, Little Wu, and a pretty young girl had already been waiting there for quite some time.

Seeing that Dai Mubai still had not returned, Zhao Wuji could not help but mutter to himself.

"Forget it. This batch of little monsters seems rather interesting. I'll go down there and play with them myself."

With that thought, Zhao Wuji loosened up his limbs and stepped in front of the group.

"Little monsters, your original examiner isn't here, so Old Zhao will personally have some fun with you."

"Listen carefully. My name is Zhao Wuji. My spirit is the Diamond Vajra Bear Spirit, and I'm a level seventy-six Battle Soul Sage!"

When Zhao Wuji announced his spirit and Soul Power, all four aside from Danheng revealed stunned expressions.

They had not expected this short, solid-looking middle-aged man to be a Soul Sage.

"Still, I won't bully you. So long as the lot of you can hold out under my hands for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, you'll pass!"

Zhao Wuji leisurely planted an incense stick in the ground, then tipped his chin toward them.

"You may discuss your strategy now. Mister Danheng, please rest over here."

After learning that Danheng had merely accompanied someone here to enroll, Zhao Wuji had even forgotten to report the matter to Flender.

"Thank you, Mister Zhao."

Danheng sat beneath a large tree and casually took out a book, reading with great interest. At that moment, Tang San cast him what he believed to be a discreet glance.

This guy... Little Wu had been so scared both times they met. Could he have hurt Little Wu before?

But before she met him, Little Wu seemed to have been less than six years old, right?

This Danheng was truly detestable. He even bullied children that young!

However, judging by the way Soul Sage Zhao Wuji treated Danheng, Danheng's strength was definitely not simple. He could not act rashly!

"Hey, Third Brother, what are you spacing out for?"

Hearing Little Wu call him, Tang San came back to himself and briefly introduced his spirit and Soul Power.

"A Blue Silver Grass spirit can actually be cultivated to this extent?"

Upon learning that Tang San's spirit was Blue Silver Grass, the girl in the white dress could not help but ask in surprise.

"Of course it can. He's my Third Brother. Blue Silver Grass is anything but ordinary in his hands."

Little Wu proudly raised her head, as if she herself had been the one praised.

Next, the girl in white introduced herself as well. Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit also astonished everyone present.

"Zhu Zhuqing, level thirty-four. Hell Spirit Cat spirit."

The slightly proud expression Ning Rongrong had worn after impressing everyone with her spirit instantly froze, and the others all turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

Level thirty-four?

Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, looked toward Danheng, who was leaning against a tree and reading nearby, her gaze filled with reluctance.

It could not be helped. Danheng was simply too generous!

"Why are you looking at me? Just fight your fight."

Noticing their gazes, Danheng had no choice but to spare a moment to respond before returning to his book.

Senior Danheng really can't break this habit no matter where he goes...

Zhu Zhuqing thought silently.

And the way Senior Danheng looked while reading was such a stark contrast to the way he looked when he fought. He seemed so quiet and refined.

"Well? Have you finished discussing things?"

Zhao Wuji twisted his neck. His hands were already itching, and he could not wait to trade a few blows with these little monsters.

Clang! Bang! Crash!

After a round of fighting, the incense stick had burned out. Zhao Wuji looked at the four little monsters opposite him and helplessly waved his hand.

"Alright, alright, alright. You pass."

"Little girl, that Soul Skill of yours is truly troublesome."

Exhausted, Zhu Zhuqing collapsed onto the ground. She no longer had the strength to respond to Zhao Wuji's praise.

After absorbing the Netherclaw Panther Soul Ring, she had gained a Soul Skill called Nether Shadow Trail. It allowed her to manipulate Soul Power and leave behind special shadows along the path of her movement.

Others could not see those shadows, but Zhu Zhuqing herself could return to any of their locations at any time.

Concerned for his pride, Zhao Wuji had never used any Soul Skills above his third Soul Ring, so Zhu Zhuqing's technique had given him quite a headache.

Because he had no way to tell which point along her path of movement Zhu Zhuqing would instantly return to.

If she could use her Fourth Soul Skill to lock on and track someone, then Zhu Zhuqing's skill would be useless.

However, this skill consumed a considerable amount of Soul Power. After a single battle, Zhu Zhuqing was nearly exhausted to death.

Especially just now, when Little Wu tried to use charm on Zhao Wuji, she suffered a mental backlash and nearly fell straight from the air. Zhu Zhuqing had no choice but to give up an opportunity to attack and go back to rescue her.

Yet this seemed to make Little Wu's brother, Tang San, extremely unhappy.

After catching Little Wu and briefly thanking Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San had kept a gloomy expression on his face until now.

"Teacher Zhao, I want to fight you one-on-one."

Tang San lowered his head in thought for a long while before suddenly looking up at Zhao Wuji.

"A one-on-one fight?"

Tang San's move even caught Danheng's attention as he quietly read nearby.

Was this kid really that bold?

Level twenty-nine, challenging level seventy-six alone?

Filled with curiosity, Danheng watched Tang San and Zhao Wuji's duel with interest.

"No wonder he dared to fight a level seventy-six Soul Sage. Tang San probably isn't from Douluo Continent either."

After seeing Tang San's endless Hidden Weapon techniques and that unusual Body Technique, Danheng vaguely guessed that, like himself, Tang San was not from this continent.

After all, the path through which Tang San's Soul Power circulated was completely different from the methods of Soul Power cultivation on this continent.

Combined with those myriad Hidden Weapons that had never appeared on this continent even once, Danheng was basically certain.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Danheng raised two fingers and caught an exceedingly tiny golden needle between them.

"This little thing is rather novel. It should be fine to bring back as a toy for March or Stelle."

"It just breaks too easily."

Looking at Tang San and Zhao Wuji, who were still exchanging blows in the arena, Danheng found it a little funny.

Testing him?

With this little thing?

Tang San, who had successfully injured Zhao Wuji with the Hidden Weapon known as the Dragon Beard Needle, also glanced in Danheng's direction.

"H-He caught my Dragon Beard Needle? How is that possible?"

Watching Danheng hold the Dragon Beard Needle between his fingers and toy with it as though it were a plaything, Tang San felt as if the sky had fallen.

The Dragon Beard Needle, which could catch even a Soul Sage like Zhao Wuji off guard, was being treated as a toy by that guy named Danheng?

However, in that moment of distraction, the enraged Zhao Wuji directly unleashed his Sixth Soul Skill, Vajra Lion's Roar, sending Tang San flying.

"This ends here, little hedgehog!"

The victor had been decided, but Zhao Wuji was tormented by the Dragon Beard Needles curled within his flesh and unable to move. Only after Tang San slowly regained consciousness did he remove every Dragon Beard Needle from Zhao Wuji's body.

"Senior Danheng, sorry. I didn't control my technique properly earlier, and one Dragon Beard Needle flew in your direction. Please return it to me."