Dai Yuhao: I Choose the Fish I Can't Finish!

"Ah?"

Xuan Zi was clearly at a loss.

Since when did Mu En have such a wicked sense of humor?

Strike the Demon Pill one hundred times with a soul power as high as level 98? Wouldn't that cost him his life?

Could the Mu En before him be an impostor? Otherwise, how could that old thing bear to lay such a heavy hand on him?

He was, after all, the future pillar of Shrek Academy!

Xuan Zi reacted immediately, his gaze gradually sharpening: "Elder Mu, wouldn't that be a bit too severe?"

Feng Yan barked immediately: "Severe? You aren't planning to pass down your Taotie Godly Taotie Bull martial soul anyway, so what use do you have for those two ounces of meat between your legs?"

"Since that is the case, it would be better to cripple them and let you learn a proper lesson!"

Upon hearing this, some thoughts that shouldn't have been there were immediately quelled.

The fact that he did not want to marry or have children was something only the elders of the Sea God Pavilion and the Pavilion Master, Mu En, knew within Shrek Academy.

These matters, the familiar aura, and the level 99 momentum were enough to prove that the identity of the Mu En before him was not in question.

"Elder Mu... I truly know I was wrong, please spare me this once..." Xuan Zi pleaded again.

He knew that Mu En had made up his mind to punish him.

But to strike the Demon Pill with his full strength... he really dared not do that.

Right now, he could only hope to lighten the punishment, as long as it wasn't so outrageous.

Furthermore, he was gambling—gambling that what Mu En said just now was merely words spoken in anger, and that as long as he acted submissive enough, it would be fine.

Perhaps he could change this terrifying punishment to just abstaining from alcohol for a few months.

Feng Yan naturally saw through Xuan Zi's thoughts; he was a man who always kept his word, and if he said one hundred times, not a single one could be missing.

"Xuan Zi, if not now, then when!"

As the words fell, Feng Yan's eyes turned cold and sharp, his aura even more intense than before, as he threatened:

"If you do not strike, this old man will do it for you! However, with my level 99 soul power, you will undoubtedly die."

Xuan Zi trembled all over, the last shred of luck in his eyes vanishing; he had never seen such an icy gaze from Mu En.

He knew that he likely could not escape this tribulation.

Rather than letting Mu En do it himself, it was better to control the intensity himself.

That way, there might still be a glimmer of hope for survival.

"Elder Mu... Xuan Zi is willing to accept the punishment!"

Having said that, Xuan Zi hardened his gaze, gathered his soul power in his palm, and struck toward the Demon Pill between his legs.

Bang!

The sound of an egg shattering echoed out. Xuan Zi immediately gasped, enduring the indescribable pain as the veins on his forehead bulged and his vision went black, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Continue!"

Feng Yan was not idle either; he secretly channeled a strand of divine power, ready to hang onto Xuan Zi's life at the appropriate moment.

After all, if he did nothing, Xuan Zi would simply be committing suicide.

Feng Yan would not truly let Xuan Zi die, because he still needed to rely on Xuan Zi to turn up the heat on that Tang San from his previous life.

He could not let San Gege have things go too smoothly.

Hearing this, Xuan Zi took a deep breath and gathered power in his palm once more.

Another strike.

Xuan Zi let out a cry like a slaughtered pig, collapsing to the ground and curling into a ball.

The heaving of his chest said it all.

Xuan Zi panted heavily, just about to say that he couldn't take it anymore, that he didn't want to continue, and for Elder Mu to please spare him.

"Do not stop!" Feng Yan's voice came again.

No one knew.

What the elder of Shrek Academy, the level 98 Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi, had experienced that night.

It was only that rumors began to spread within Star Luo City:

A ghost had been causing a ruckus outside the city last night, and a series of miserable screams had echoed throughout.

The cries were extremely sharp and lasted for an entire night.

A Soul Douluo garrison general of Star Luo City led several hundred men to search for who knows how long in the direction the sound came from, yet they didn't even see a shadow.

After ruling out that someone was deliberately causing trouble, the garrison general led his men back into the city in defeat.

From then on, the legend of the ghost outside Star Luo City, after being passed from person to person, sprouted countless versions, sweeping through the entire empire for a time and leaving the people in a state of panic.

Even the current emperor, Xu Jiawei, felt quite troubled by this matter.

The next morning, at the first light of dawn.

In a woodshed within the White Tiger Duke Mansion, a young boy of only five or six years old was awakened by hunger.

He had a neat crop of short hair, his skin was sallow and his frame gaunt; due to long-term malnutrition, he was much shorter than his peers.

The boy was named Dai Yuhao, the illegitimate son of the White Tiger Duke, yet despite this title, he lived worse than the servants in his "home."

"Has Mother gone to work for those people so early?" Dai Yuhao murmured, looking at the empty woodshed.

Gurgle...

His stomach began to protest.

Dai Yuhao walked over to a dilapidated wooden table, lifted an overturned porcelain bowl, and found half a coarse flatbread lying beneath it.

"Mother didn't even eat." Looking at the flatbread, Dai Yuhao couldn't help but salivate.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally picked up the bread and devoured it in a few quick bites.

He even licked his fingers clean of the remaining crumbs.

Feeling his stomach finally settle, Dai Yuhao quickly put on his thin, tattered clothes, picked up a small bamboo basket, pushed open the door, and stepped out.

"Tomorrow I will awaken my Martial Soul. I wonder what I'll be able to awaken?" Dai Yuhao carefully dodged the servants on the path as he headed toward the exit of the mansion.

"Mother said there's a high chance my Martial Soul will be the top-tier beast soul, the White Tiger. I'm really looking forward to it."

After crawling through a hole in the wall, Dai Yuhao finally stepped out of the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

"Thank goodness... I didn't run into Dai Huabin..."

Breathing a sigh of relief, he immediately ran toward a river in the distance.

"Today, I must catch more fish to help nourish Mother's body."

Time passed until noon.

Dai Yuhao stood by the riverbank with his pant legs rolled up above his knees, his hands soaked white from the water.

He had been fishing all morning, but hadn't caught a single one.

The midday sun made him dizzy, and his stomach began to growl again.

The half-flatbread from the morning had long since been digested, and he was now so hungry his chest felt pressed against his back.

Dai Yuhao walked to a tree by the river, sat down against the trunk, and rested in the shade.

He was too tired—too tired to move, to think, or to feel the hunger.

"If I can't catch fish, what will Mother and I eat?" Dai Yuhao muttered to himself.

"Can't catch any?"

A voice suddenly came from above.

Dai Yuhao jumped, instantly springing up from the ground.

He looked up to see a man in red robes lying on the branch above him, his face appearing very young.

Dai Yuhao asked in a panic, "Who... who are you?"

Feng Yan appeared instantly in front of Dai Yuhao, crouched down, and said softly, "You can call me the River God, the kind who can grant your wishes..."

Upon hearing this, Dai Yuhao was somewhat puzzled: "A god? Like the Sea God Tang San?"

Feng Yan's face fell instantly.

What is this Dai Zhongxian implying?

He's only this young, and he already treats Buddha Tang as his idol?

If he encounters the Tang Sect in the future, won't he just dive right in?

Feng Yan suppressed this thought and changed his approach: "I can give you three choices..."

"One, I will help you kill Dai Hao."

"Two, I will help you kill the Duchess."

"Three, I will give you a basket of fish..."

Upon hearing this, Dai Yuhao replied without a moment's hesitation or joy: "I choose the fish! I choose the fish that I can never finish eating!!!"

Feng Yan: "..."