Master-Disciple Relationship Begins to Sour? Tang San's Scheme! Flender's Heartache! The Master's Confidence!

Shrek Academy.

"What? Just by winning one match, one can obtain one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins? And the opponent doesn't even use their martial soul or soul skills?"

"My heavens! Why didn't you tell me sooner? You've made us miss out on millions of Gold Soul Coins for nothing!"

Hearing this news, Flender clutched his hair, his eyes bloodshot, nearly driven to madness.

"It's not like I could, when the little monsters were all in secluded cultivation."

Liu Erlong ignored Flender's roar, saying with a hint of emotion, "Besides, that person is no simple character. Even without using martial soul skills, they have already achieved seven consecutive victories."

She had also gone to watch Qian Renxue's matches; it was truly a sight to behold.

What a pity, why wasn't such a talent a student of their own academy?

"Erlong, that's where you're wrong!"

Flender retorted, "What's wrong with our little monsters? Which one of them isn't a peerless genius?"

"How could they possibly not win?"

"Flender is right!"

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head, his face full of pride, "You shouldn't have kept this from us; you should have let the little monsters go."

"I believe in them. Even if they failed, it would still be a tempering experience for them."

"Besides—I don't believe they would fail!"

"Exactly! The Dean and the Grandmaster are right!"

Ma Hongjun wore an arrogant expression, boasting pompously, "We are the monsters among the monsters of Shrek! Who is this Fei Xue, daring to act so high and mighty? That's only because they haven't run into us yet!"

If it were before, he wouldn't have had this much confidence.

But ever since Tang San taught them the "divine arts" and their strength broke through, he had become conceited.

"Fatty, you'd better just step aside.

A Soul Elder without even a soul ring is just serving yourself up as a snack to others."

Dai Mubai glanced at him, then changed the subject, "However, Fatty is right about one thing!"

"With me and Little San here, how could it be his turn to be arrogant?"

"Little San, what do you think?"

Seeing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun express their stance, Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and the others couldn't help but turn their gazes toward Tang San.

"Since everyone wants to give it a try, then let's go and try."

"After all, actual combat is the fastest way to improve one's strength."

"And I also want to see exactly what kind of sacred being this Fei Xue is!"

Tang San said leisurely, his tone carrying a trace of ruthlessness.

After the immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were taken away by his "father," he had assumed they would be secretly arranged to be given to him, but he waited and waited without a trace, only ending up waiting for Ning Fengzhi instead.

Facing Ning Fengzhi's urging, he could only stall and make excuses; with no other choice, he handed over a few more types of hidden weapons, which finally sent the man away.

But without the immortal herbs, his plans were severely affected.

Thus, having no other choice, he took out several cultivation techniques he had obtained after ascending to the God Realm and gave them to the Shrek Seven Devils and Yu Xiaogang's group.

Although they couldn't compare to his Mysterious Heaven Skill, they were hundreds of times more profound than the meditation techniques of the Douluo Continent.

The cultivation levels of the group had been soaring rapidly.

Of course, he didn't do this for free or without purpose;

it was to ensure they wouldn't miss participating in the Soul Master Tournament, and to obtain that precious head Soul Bone.

That Soul Bone was extremely compatible with him and was the key to the breakthrough of his Purple Demon Eye; he absolutely could not miss it.

Moreover, these people already had extraordinary backgrounds, and winning the championship would greatly increase the influence of their team, thereby using it as a foundation to build a force against Martial Soul Hall and buy time for his own path to godhood.

Of course, there was one more incredibly important point: to ensure that the cultivation of Oscar and Ning Rongrong did not fall behind.

Ensuring they obtain the inheritances of the God of Food and the Seven-Colored Goddess!

Although he had lived a second life, he was confident he could easily steamroll Martial Soul Hall, but who would complain about having an extra life?

However, just as they were in seclusion to improve their strength, they never expected such an unexpected variable to emerge.

The pent-up frustration Tang San had been accumulating instantly found a target for release!

Shrek Academy was rubbing their palms and sharpening their blades.

Meanwhile, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, as well as other large and small notable Soul Master Academies, sects, and families were all stirred into action, swarming into the Soul Fighting Arena in a single rush.

Some wanted to send their own students and disciples onto the stage to stomp this incredibly eyesore of a guy into the ground...

Others wanted to recruit the opponent under their own banners...

Of course, most simply wanted to see if this extremely arrogant Soul Master

could actually achieve the critical record of ten consecutive victories!

Yet, facing this overwhelming windfall, the person in charge of the Soul Fighting Arena was both happy and worried, his fat face caught between a smile and a sob.

"Sir, Area C5 is packed to bursting!"

"Sir, even the aisles in Area A1 are full! There are still large crowds of spectators blocked at the entrance who can't get in!"

"Sir, the odds at the betting counter have already reached 300:1. If Fei Xue loses, there will be a massive hole in our accounts tonight!"

The pot-bellied, wealthy-looking old man wiped his sweat while firing off orders like a machine gun:

"Don't worry about those who have already entered; double the ticket prices for everyone else!"

"If there aren't enough seats, tear them all out and let them watch standing up!"

He slammed his fan onto the table, his voice cracking, "As for the betting counter—go, build up the hype for me, drive the odds down! If you really have to, change the betting terms temporarily!"

"And—"

"Has that Snow Madman not arrived yet?"

"No, not yet—but he is always punctual, there shouldn't be any mistakes..."

A thin, bamboo-like supervisor bowed his body, but before he could finish, the old man glared him into silence.

"What do you mean by 'shouldn't'? Go wait at the entrance for me! Report to me the moment he arrives!"

Outside the Soul Fighting Arena.

Qian Renxue held half a skewer of Candied Hawthorn in one hand and a few sizzling, oily meat skewers in the other, walking unhurriedly through the flow of people, her cheeks puffed out, with not a trace of the tension of an impending battle on her face.

"What is it? It seems you are full of confidence today?" Ling Xiao teased.

"That goes without saying—do you really think my hard work over the last half-month, without sleep or rest, was in vain?"

Qian Renxue was full of confidence, and in the end, she didn't forget to coax Ling Xiao, "Of course, your contribution, old man, is the greatest."

"At least you have a bit of conscience, knowing how difficult it has been for your master."

Ling Xiao sighed with great satisfaction.

"Right, Master—you won't go back on your word when the time comes, will you?"

Ling Xiao was still sighing when Qian Renxue suddenly dropped this line, which immediately made him feel very wounded.

"In your eyes, am I really that lacking in integrity? Can you truly not appreciate my painstaking efforts at all?"

"Hehehe, just kidding, just kidding! Don't take it seriously, Master!"

Qian Renxue giggled.

Through their day-to-day life over the past half-month, the relationship between the two was no longer as formal and restrained as it had been at the beginning.

Ling Xiao's unconventional personality

had allowed her to gradually let go of all her defenses and the burdens of seniority, and her speech had become increasingly informal.

Rather than master and disciple, it felt more like she had found the first friend in her life to whom she could speak without any guard.

This feeling, which she had never experienced before, made her unable to help but indulge in it.