Mu En: No More Mention of Ten Thousand Years of Glory

Facing Ma Xiaotao's indignant outburst, Yu Daoyun simply retracted his hand with calm composure and said, "You lost."

Ma Xiaotao clutched her chest, both embarrassed and furious, snapping, "This Lady didn't lose! I was holding back my Evil Fire; if I had unleashed my full power, you definitely wouldn't have survived. I was going easy on you, and you jerk actually took advantage of me—despicable, despicable..."

She was genuinely a little angry. While she wasn't averse to the opposite sex, to be touched so openly—did this girl have no face to save?

Yu Daoyun replied, "I wasn't using my full power either. Otherwise, you would be lying on the ground just like Dai Yueheng."

Ma Xiaotao let out a dainty huff, though she felt a small sense of pride in her heart.

This Little Fellow is quite interesting, knowing how to hold back.

The teacher was right; this guy's explosive power and strength are truly peerless. Even if she unleashed her full potential, she might not necessarily win.

To be such a genius while only being a Soul King.

If he becomes a Titled Douluo in the future, that would be truly terrifying.

Thinking this, Ma Xiaotao admitted her defeat and simply stepped off the stage.

Everyone was from the same academy; there was no need to fight to the death, and besides, there was no bad blood between Ma Xiaotao and Yu Daoyun.

Now, it was the turn of the final opponent, Chen Zifeng.

Facing Yu Daoyun, who possessed the Golden Dragon Martial Soul, Chen Zifeng did not choose to concede.

A proud Inner Court student of Shrek would never surrender. A genius is born with a spine of steel; even if he were outmatched, he would still fight to the death.

In the end, after a fierce contest, Chen Zifeng suffered a regrettable defeat.

The facts were laid bare: Chen Zifeng was simply no match for Yu Daoyun. No matter how strong his Soul Chasing Sword was, it could not break the defense of the Golden Dragon, and he was ultimately defeated by a single punch.

After stepping off the competition stage, Yu Daoyun let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, he didn't have to carry the ten-thousand-year glory of Shrek on his shoulders.

At this moment, Yan Shaozhe walked up and said earnestly, "Since you have passed the assessment, the academy will allow you to form a second team to compete. Since you happen to be from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, how about using the name Blue Lightning Academy?"

"Fine."

Yu Daoyun agreed without a second thought.

Although Yan Shaozhe could be petty, he was reliable when it came to getting things done. He had even thought of the Blue Lightning Academy, which happened to suit his wishes perfectly.

Subsequently, Yan Shaozhe organized the second selection tournament for the main team and said to Yu Daoyun, "Once the Outer Court selection tournament ends, you can pick your members from the students who passed."

Yu Daoyun frowned and said in a deep voice, "Can't I choose them myself? Must I go through the selection tournament to compete? What about the support-type Soul Masters?"

Yan Shaozhe fell silent at these words.

To be honest, the current Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament usually drew support-type Soul Masters from the Inner Court.

The support-type students in the Outer Court were still a bit lacking.

Thus, he could only say, "Our Inner Court will assign a support-type Soul Master to you."

"I don't want that; I'll choose for myself."

Yu Daoyun rejected the arrangement and continued, "I believe that the support-type Soul Master most compatible with me is what matters most, so I must choose them myself. Dean, don't go back on your word."

Yan Shaozhe looked troubled.

Yu Daoyun was, after all, just a child; he didn't understand the importance of the academy's honor.

If he assigned an Outer Court support Soul Master to such a powerful student, they probably wouldn't even make it past the round-robin stage.

If something happened to Ma Xiaotao's team, who would shoulder the burden of Shrek? Who would inherit the ten-thousand-year glory of Shrek?

Yan Shaozhe could only try to persuade him earnestly, hoping Yu Daoyun would submit to the academy's arrangements.

Who would have thought that Yu Daoyun wouldn't give Yan Shaozhe any face at all, stating bluntly, "If you don't let me choose my own teammates, then I won't participate in this tournament. Dean, you can participate yourself."

"You brat..." Yan Shaozhe was rendered speechless by the retort.

This kid, Yu Daoyun, was truly as stubborn as a mule.

The participating students concerned the ten-thousand-year glory of Shrek; how could that be treated as child's play?

"Shaozhe, step back!"

Just then, the figure of Sea God Pavilion Master Mu En walked out from within, his tone calm.

All the students, upon seeing Mu En, bowed in unison and shouted their greetings to Elder Mu.

Mu En waved his hand, walked up to Yu Daoyun, and said in a deep voice, "Shaozhe, there is no need to view this ten-thousand-year glory as so important. Over the years, we don't know how many students have been injured for the sake of this glory, and some have even died on the competition stage."

"This glory is like a shackle; we cannot sink any deeper into it."

Yan Shaozhe felt deeply aggrieved and whispered, "Teacher, the ten-thousand-year glory concerns our status on the continent."

Mu En shook his head: "The students are the entirety of the academy. If we don't even have students left, what use is this ten-thousand-year glory? Whoever wants it can take it. If we can win the championship, it means we haven't declined; if we can't, that's fine too—perhaps we'll just win it back next time."

"Today, this old man has made the decision: neither of the two teams is allowed to fight for the sake of ten-thousand-year glory. You are fighting for your own glory and your own future. The academy will not bind you with the shackles of glory."

"As for Daoyun's choice, let him pick his own teammates. Missing out on a championship once is not necessarily a bad thing."

Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but was directly rebuffed by Mu En.

As the Sea God Pavilion Master, he held absolute authority.

No matter how much Yan Shaozhe wanted to protect that ten-thousand-year glory, that was a matter for the future, unless he became the Pavilion Master himself.

Yu Daoyun was overjoyed upon hearing this.

The old man was truly the only clear-headed one among them.

It was just a pity that he was old, and his prestige in the hearts of Yan Shaozhe and Xuan Zi was waning day by day.

Following this, Mu En left the Soul Fighting Zone of the Inner Court, leaving Yan Shaozhe standing alone in the wind, feeling utterly bewildered.

Yan Shaozhe never expected that his teacher would actually choose to abandon a ten-thousand-year legacy.

This tradition, which had continued for ten millennia, was being severed just like that?

Off to the side, Yu Daoyun found a spot for himself to sit and watch the battle, waiting for the final selection match for the main team to conclude.

At this moment, Zhang Lexuan leaned in, pulled her Child Groom into her arms, and said coquettishly, "You little rascal, you don't even know to sit with your Senior Sister. I'm not a man-eating demon, what are you so afraid of?"

You are, though... Yu Daoyun struggled to poke his head out from her embrace and said, "Senior Sister, I'm just afraid that others will gossip behind your back and ruin your reputation, causing rumors to spread throughout the academy."

Zhang Lexuan didn't care in the slightest; she lifted her chin, stroked the Child Groom's head, and said indifferently, "Let them talk. This Senior Sister is already tired; I don't want to worry about those things. I only want to watch over you well and see you grow."

"Then... shall we meet at the Rose Hotel tonight?" Yu Daoyun asked tentatively.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yu Daoyun was subjected to a brutal beating by Zhang Lexuan.

Zhang Lexuan was so angry she was howling, giving this guy who was hitting his adolescent growth spurt too fast a thorough pummeling.

At such a young age, he didn't learn anything good, instead choosing to mimic those old lechers in the Inner Court by going to the Rose Hotel to order twins—he was simply asking for a beating.

Yu Daoyun had thick skin and flesh, so he wasn't afraid of the blows at all, persistently burrowing into Zhang Lexuan's arms.

Zhang Lexuan raised a willow-leaf eyebrow and said, "Call me Mommy!"

Yu Daoyun was somewhat speechless.

Why did every girl want to be his mother?

He wasn't Heaven-Defying Tile Junior Disciple, after all!