The Master-Disciple Relationship Starts to Turn Sour? Tang San's Scheme! Flender's Heartache! The Confident Grandmaster!

Shrek Academy.

"What? You can get a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins just by winning one match? And the other guy won't even use his Martial Soul or Soul Skills?"

"My heavens! Why didn't you tell me sooner? We've missed out on millions of Gold Soul Coins for nothing!"

Flender clutched his hair, his eyes bloodshot, on the verge of going mad.

"I just saw that the Little Monsters were all in seclusion."

Liu Erlong ignored Flender's bellowing and said with a hint of emotion,

"Besides, that person isn't simple. Even without using her Martial Soul or Soul Skills, she's already won seven matches in a row."

She had gone to watch Qian Renxue compete, too. It had been truly astonishing.

What a pity. Why wasn't she a student at their academy?

"Erlong, that's not right!"

Flender shot back,

"What's wrong with our Little Monsters? Aren't they all peerless geniuses?"

"How could they possibly lose?"

"Flender's right!"

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his face full of pride,

"You shouldn't have kept this from us. You should've let the Little Monsters go."

"I believe in them. Even if they lose, it'll be good training for them."

"Besides—I don't think they'll lose!"

"That's right! The dean and Grandmaster are right!"

Ma Hongjun wore a smug look and boasted,

"We're the monsters among Shrek's monsters! What's this Fei Xue or Piaoxue person, acting so high and mighty? They just haven't run into us yet!"

Before, he wouldn't have had the confidence to say that.

But ever since Tang San taught them his "divine arts" and their strength had improved by leaps and bounds, he'd gotten carried away.

"Fatty, you'd better sit this one out.

A Soul Elder without even a Soul Ring would just be serving himself up on a platter."

Dai Mubai glanced at him, then changed tack,

"But Fatty's right about one thing!"

"With me and Little San here, who does she think she is, acting so arrogant?"

"Little San, what do you think?"

Seeing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun speak up, Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and the others couldn't help turning their eyes to Tang San.

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

"After all, actual combat is the fastest way to improve your strength."

"And I'd like to see what kind of person this Fei Xue really is!"

Tang San said calmly, a trace of menace in his voice.

After the Immortal Herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had been taken by his "father," he'd thought his father would find a way to secretly give them to him.

But after waiting and waiting, he'd seen no sign of them. Instead, Ning Fengzhi had shown up.

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's urging,

he could only fob him off this way and that. With no other choice, he handed over a few more Hidden Weapons before finally sending him away.

But without the Immortal Herbs, his plans had been seriously affected.

So, with no other option,

he took out several cultivation techniques he'd obtained after ascending to the Divine Realm and gave them to the Shrek Seven Devils and Yu Xiaogang.

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

Their cultivation levels had shot up by leaps and bounds.

Of course, he hadn't done it for nothing, or without an ulterior motive.

He wanted to make sure they didn't miss the Soul Master Tournament,

and that they obtained that precious Head Soul Bone.

That Soul Bone suited him perfectly. It was the key to advancing his Purple Demon Eye, and he absolutely couldn't let it slip away.

Besides, these people already had extraordinary backgrounds. Winning the championship would greatly raise their team's influence,

allowing him to use that as a foundation to build a force against Spirit Hall and buy himself time to become a god.

Of course, there was another extremely important reason: to make sure Oscar and Ning Rongrong didn't fall behind in their cultivation,

and to ensure they inherited the God of Food and the Seven-Colored Goddess!

Even though he'd been given another life,

he was confident he could easily sweep aside Spirit Hall. But who would turn down an extra life?

However, while they were in seclusion, improving their strength, they never expected another unexpected variable to appear.

The pent-up frustration Tang San had been nursing finally found an outlet!

Shrek Academy was gearing up for battle, sharpening its blades.

Meanwhile, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Heaven Dou Royal Academy,

and all the other well-known Soul Master Academies, sects, and clans had been stirred into action,

pouring into the Soul Fighting Arena in droves.

Some wanted their own students and disciples to take the field and crush this unbearably irritating opponent...

Others wanted to recruit her into their ranks...

But most of all, they wanted to see whether this arrogant Soul Master

could achieve the crucial feat of ten consecutive victories!

Faced with this windfall, however, the Soul Fighting Arena's manager was both thrilled and worried. His chubby face twisted between a smile and a grimace.

"Sir, Zone C5 is packed to the rafters!"

"Sir, even the aisles in Zone A1 are full! There are still crowds of spectators blocked outside!"

"Sir, the odds at the betting window have reached 300 to 1. If Fei Xue loses, tonight's books will have a massive hole in them!"

The potbellied old man, who looked like a wealthy landowner, wiped his sweat and issued a rapid string of orders:

"Don't worry about the people already inside. Double the ticket prices for everyone still outside!"

"If there aren't enough seats, take out every chair. They can watch standing up!"

He slammed his fan down on the table,

his voice cracking,

"The betting window—go, stir up some buzz and bring the odds down. If you have to, change the betting rules on the spot!"

"And—"

"Has that Snow Madman still not arrived?"

"N-no... But he's always on time, so there shouldn't be a problem..."

A thin, bamboo-pole-like supervisor bent forward as he spoke, but the old man glared him into silence before he could finish.

"What do you mean, 'shouldn't be'? Go wait at the entrance! The moment he arrives, report to me!"

Outside the Soul Fighting Arena.

Qian Renxue held half a skewer of candied hawthorn in one hand and clutched several sizzling, dripping skewers of grilled meat in the other,

walking leisurely through the crowd,

her cheeks stuffed full, with not a trace of pre-battle nerves on her face.

"Well, you seem pretty confident today," Ling Xiao teased.

"Of course. You think all my sleepless effort over the past half a month was for nothing?"

Qian Renxue replied with confidence, then didn't forget to butter Ling Xiao up,

"Of course, your contribution was the greatest, sir."

"At least you've got a conscience. You know how hard your master has worked for you."

Ling Xiao said with satisfaction.

"By the way, teacher—are you going to go back on your word again this time?"

Ling Xiao was still basking in her praise when Qian Renxue suddenly said that. He was instantly wounded.

"Is that really what you think of me? Do you truly not understand how much thought I've put into this?"

"Hehehe, I'm just kidding! Don't take it seriously, teacher!"

Qian Renxue laughed.

After spending every day together for the past half a month, their relationship was no longer as formal as it had been at first.

Ling Xiao's unconventional nature

had gradually put her at ease, letting her drop every guard and forget the gap between their stations.

She'd become more and more casual with him,

and rather than master and disciple,

they were more like the first friend she'd ever been able to speak to without holding back.

The unfamiliar feeling made her unable to resist sinking into it.