Ye Xuan raised his eyes to look at Tang San, covered in wounds, and still remembered to pat Xiao Wu's little butt.
For some reason, playing intimate little games with Xiao Wu right in front of Tang San made him feel especially exhilarated.
Of course, Ye Xuan wasn't some kind of pervert.
Perhaps it was because ever since he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, he'd felt an almost instinctive fear of Tang San, the Son of Destiny.
So now that he'd stolen Tang San's wife from the original story and crippled his fugitive father ahead of time, the tension and apprehension deep in his heart had finally been released.
"Zhuqing, for the next few days, go with Rongrong and take care of the graduation formalities at Shrek Academy."
"Shrek Academy is too small to qualify for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament. If nothing unexpected happens, Uncle Ning should find Rongrong a suitable academy team to join. You two seem to get along well, so I can use some connections to get you into the same team."
Ye Xuan didn't actually want to bring Zhu Zhuqing back to Spirit Hall so soon.
After all, her talent was among the best at Spirit Hall, but she was nowhere near the top tier.
Spirit Hall Academy had extremely strict criteria for selecting students. You could even call it survival of the fittest.
Students with excellent talent and outstanding character received better treatment and more generous cultivation resources.
There was a small-scale internal combat test every week and an assessment of strength and talent every month.
At a place like this, even the geniuses pushed themselves relentlessly against one another—not to mention the ordinary students in the less talented classes.
Though most of them would reach Soul Ancestor or Soul King at best,