Brother, how long do you plan to keep it a secret?

A tall figure appeared in everyone's field of vision; the one who had arrived was none other than Zhao Wuji.

"All of you, go back to sleep." Zhao Wuji didn't even glance at the Canghui Academy side, waving his hand to order the three brothers to return to the hotel and sleep.

With him stirring up trouble, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't take it anymore, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Zhao Wuji.

"Wait a moment."

Zhao Wuji turned back, looking somewhat impatient. "What is it?"

Ye Zhiqiu shouted sharply, "I don't care who you are, leave his life behind, or this matter isn't over!"

"Isn't it just broken? Just reattach it yourself and it'll still work. You're still here making a scene; do you really think you're some big shot?"

Who was Zhao Wuji? Back in the day, he was a notorious Devil King in the spirit master world. Although he wasn't among the most powerful, he was still a terrifying existence. Facing a spirit master in his fifties, he naturally didn't take the other party seriously.

Whether it was him or the dean of Shrek Academy, Flender, they were both arrogant men.

"You..."

Ye Zhiqiu was furious. No longer bothering to argue, he walked toward Zhao Wuji with bloodshot eyes.

Zhao Wuji looked down at Oscar and said, "Your father and master told me to tell you to go back and cultivate properly. If your level were higher right now, would it be this much trouble?"

Although Zhao Wuji said this, the corners of his mouth were practically splitting to his ears.

He hadn't been sure during that hurried glance last time, suspecting that Oscar might have had some luck in killing that Evil Soul Master.

But today, with this sword strike—good heavens, he was only at level twenty and already had the strength to kill a Spirit King!

If the person standing there hadn't been a defense-type Spirit King, he probably would have been finished off in two or three moves.

Ma Hongjun kindly reminded him, "Teacher Zhao, that old... thing is coming."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, "All of you, get back to sleep."

Having dropped that line, he turned around just as Ye Zhiqiu, who was radiating a chilling aura, arrived in front of him.

"Old turtle, I tried to talk to you nicely because I pitied you, but you wouldn't listen, so I'm going to deal with you!"

Zhao Wuji looked arrogant, picked at his ear, and without even using his spirit avatar, he raised his right hand and slapped Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu was completely insane by now; any man who experienced this in front of a crowd would likely be in the same state!

He unleashed his Mystic Water Ice Seal at full power, a fierce chill sweeping toward Zhao Wuji, while simultaneously turning his back to block Zhao Wuji's palm with his Turtle Shell.

Unfortunately, Ye Zhiqiu's powerful defense and damage-reflection mechanism were useless against Zhao Wuji.

In the next second, Ye Zhiqiu's body was sent flying as if he were riding the clouds from that single slap, soaring over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

The fallen Ye Zhiqiu's turtle shell was covered in cracks, and he was breathing more than he was exhaling; it was clear he was nearly finished.

"No need to look, he's not dead yet. Don't blame Teacher Zhao for not pulling up the roots; this is an opponent left for you. I hope that one day you can kill him on your own."

Zhao Wuji ruffled Oscar's hair and led the group back to the hotel.

With the help of his Canghui Academy students, Ye Zhiqiu managed to crawl up. He spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if a mountain were pressing down on his back, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't help but feel terrified inside.

He knew his own defensive power better than anyone. The opponent hadn't even used his spirit, yet a casual slap had managed to injure him. Even if the opponent were a power-type spirit master, the gap in strength was definitely no less than fifteen levels, if not more.

Thinking of the opponent's spirit master level, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but shudder. He cast a venomous glance in the direction the Shrek Academy group had left before leading his students away in a dejected manner.

The female student among them took one last look at Oscar before leaving.

Of course, Oscar didn't notice her; his mind was entirely occupied by the Taiji Sword Technique and the Taiji Fist.

By now, he was certain that if he wanted to defeat a Spirit King safely, he had to use the Feng Hou Qi Gate, otherwise, he might flip his car one of these days.

As they walked back, Zhao Wuji said with a huff, "Hongjun and Mubai, you two were just watching the show when Little Ao went up earlier. Why didn't you go up to help?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at each other, and Ma Hongjun curled his lips without saying anything.

Oscar spoke up helplessly to Zhao Wuji, "I knew you were watching from above and thought there wouldn't be any real danger. I did this to understand my own strength; please don't blame them."

Hearing Oscar's words, Zhao Wuji nodded and said in a deep voice, "You three must remember, since you've entered Shrek Academy, you are a single unit. You are all the little monsters of the academy. In the future, when you go out, you are from the same school and must help each other. With your talent, if you have good coordination, defeating spirit masters stronger than yourselves will not be a difficult task."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao."

Amidst the envious gazes of the commoners, the Shrek Academy group returned to the hotel.

At night, while Dai Mubai was fast asleep, Ma Hongjun crept to the side of Oscar's bed and gently woke him up.

"Junior brother, what's the matter?"

Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun in confusion, unable to figure out why this little guy was waking him up so late.

Ma Hongjun pointed toward the window, signaling for Oscar to follow.

"Fine."

Oscar put on his clothes and followed Ma Hongjun onto the roof.

"Senior brother, why didn't you use your Feng Hou Qi Gate today? That old bastard clearly had murderous intent toward you; aren't you afraid something might go wrong?

Have you even thought about what your junior brother would do if something actually happened to you?"

Ma Hongjun was agitated, his neck even turning red.

"The teachers are all up there, what could possibly go wrong?"

Oscar waved his hand dismissively, signaling for Ma Hongjun not to overthink it.

"I know both the Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword Technique you use, so how could I not know the situation? Your soul power was definitely drained after you used Immortal Points the Way, and when you finally unleashed Ten Thousand Peaks Bow to the Ancestor, you were absolutely pushing your physical limits!"

Oscar sighed helplessly and ruffled Ma Hongjun's hair.

"Junior brother, senior brother is different from you. The only methods I have at my disposal are the Taiji Sword Technique, the Taiji Fist, and the Feng Hou Qi Gate.

I don't have a martial soul as powerful as yours, so I can only understand my own strength step by step, break through my limits step by step, and search for my path forward.

If senior brother were to use the Feng Hou Qi Gate all the time, do you know what that would mean?"

Ma Hongjun nodded and said helplessly.

"It means having no trump cards left, but... but there are so many moves within the Feng Hou Qi Gate, and they are ever-changing!"

Oscar did not explain, instead tapping him on the head.

Although the Feng Hou Qi Gate had not yet shown its toll on his body, it would eventually manifest one day.

Before he could completely resolve the issue of his vitality, Oscar did not intend to tell Ma Hongjun about these things.