I Don't Like Huddling with a Bunch of Defeated Opponents

The next day.

Lin Yan had already packed his luggage and prepared to leave, but the moment he saw the row of Martial Soul Hall Token on the table, he couldn't help but look at Lin Tian, who had already transformed into an old man, and asked curiously, "You didn't spend all of yesterday making Martial Soul Hall Token, did you?"

"More or less. It's just a pity the materials are too poor; the imitations will always have some flaws."

As Lin Tian spoke, he walked to the table and gathered the tokens. However, his gaze fell upon the figures outside the hotel window, and he couldn't help but look at Lin Yan: "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who wish to be caught take the bait. The small fish have arrived."

Hearing this, Lin Yan followed Lin Tian's gaze toward the window. Sure enough, the members of the Imperial Fighting Team had appeared in front of the hotel, seemingly discussing something.

"The recovery ability of the Nine-Heart Begonia is still quite impressive." Lin Yan had pulled his punches yesterday, but he estimated that it would have taken at least a day for this group to wake up; the appearance of the Nine-Heart Begonia had clearly accelerated their recovery from unconsciousness.

Standing to the side, Lin Tian chuckled, "If you hadn't held back, the fish we wanted probably wouldn't have swum here. Same as before, you go handle it."

Hearing Lin Tian's words, Lin Yan didn't refuse. After packing his things into his Storage Soul Tool, he went downstairs to check out.

Outside the hotel, the Imperial Fighting Team, led by their instructor Qin Ming, had arrived. Through inquiries made to Supervisor Ao, they had learned that the genius was staying at this very hotel.

"Teacher, why did you bring us here?" Dugu Yan clutched her aching abdomen. It could be said that yesterday, Lin Yan had dealt heavy blows to everyone, men and women alike, with the exception of Ye Lingling, the support-type soul master, who had escaped unscathed.

Despite being treated by the Nine-Heart Begonia, they had only partially recovered, and the places where they were struck last night still throbbed with pain.

Qin Ming looked at Dugu Yan, who was clutching her stomach, and suddenly didn't know how to answer. He desperately wanted to say that he was here to recruit this genius. Having learned from Supervisor Ao that there was a Title Douluo behind the genius, he felt that as a teacher at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with the backing of the royal family, he should at least attempt to win him over.

Just as Qin Ming was contemplating how to answer Dugu Yan's question.

Dugu Yan's voice suddenly rose, and she stared fixedly at the figure walking out of the hotel—the guy she had hated all night long. "It's you!"

Lin Yan looked at the group standing in front of the hotel, blocking his path just like the Shrek Academy students had yesterday, their gazes unfriendly. He really was quite 'popular'.

"A bunch of losers. What, couldn't beat me yesterday, so you're here for revenge today?" He mocked the Imperial Fighting Team members without a hint of politeness.

"You damn guy!" Dugu Yan clutched her painful abdomen, glaring fiercely at the arrogant-looking Lin Yan. "My poison, why were you able to break it?"

Her third soul skill's toxin had been verified by her grandfather; under the level of a Soul Ancestor, there was basically no ability to resist it. Even though this guy's second Soul Ring was a thousand-year one, it should have been impossible to break.

This was something she couldn't understand, and it was one of the reasons she had been grinding her teeth in hatred toward him since yesterday.

Lin Yan looked at Dugu Yan, who was questioning him, and replied bluntly: "Your poison is trash."

As soon as these words were spoken, Dugu Yan's face flushed red with anger on the spot. Her stomach pain was forgotten; she glared furiously at Lin Yan, wanting nothing more than to punch him, but knowing his strength and fearing another blow to her abdomen, she could only glare.

Seeing this, Qin Ming hurriedly smoothed things over. "Student Lin Yan, hello. I am a senior teacher at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. We are visiting today to invite you to join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Do you have any interest?"

The Imperial Fighting Team members stared at their teacher in disbelief. They hadn't expected that Teacher Qin Ming would bring them here early in the morning just to recruit Lin Yan.

Although they were unhappy, remembering yesterday's scene, they could only swallow their pride.

After hearing Qin Ming's words, Lin Yan crossed his arms and looked at the man, then glanced at the losers behind him whom he had flattened the night before. After a few seconds of thought, he replied: "Joining is fine, but..."

"But what?" Seeing a chance, Qin Ming asked hurriedly, "Student Lin Yan, as long as you join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I can apply for resources suitable for your cultivation on your behalf."

"Forget the resources." Lin Yan shook his head and continued, "I don't like huddling together with these losers. I want to join a new team with another companion of mine. That is my only requirement."

The atmosphere turned stiff instantly. The Imperial Fighting Team members had intended to swallow their pride, but they hadn't expected Lin Yan to be so disrespectful, calling them losers he didn't want to huddle with.

What, did he really think that because he beat them once, they would be his losers forever?

Yu Tianheng, who was naturally proud, finally couldn't help but step forward. "Student Lin Yan, I was careless yesterday. That doesn't mean you won."

This was the conclusion he had reached after waking up and reflecting all night; if he hadn't taken the guy too lightly, he wouldn't have been taken out in a single move.

Looking at the stubborn Yu Tianheng, Lin Yan retorted without hesitation: "Trash loves to make excuses and talk tough."

"You, you..." Yu Tianheng wanted to rush up and duel Lin Yan right then and there to prove he had just been careless, but as he moved, his wounds were instantly aggravated, causing him such pain that he dared not move again, leaving him only able to glare at Lin Yan.

Ignoring Yu Tianheng's boring gaze, Lin Yan looked at Qin Ming. "What is your answer? I don't have time to waste with you."

He didn't need to show any kindness toward Qin Ming. Once this guy met the people from Shrek Academy, he would instantly become one of them, completely forgetting who had helped him hunt his sixth Soul Ring.

Qin Ming's talent was not low, and his fifth Soul Ring should not have been a thousand-year one, but unfortunately, he had encountered the god-awful Shrek Academy, which had completely wasted his potential.

Hearing Lin Yan's words, Qin Ming didn't hesitate anymore and replied: "This will likely require returning to the academy to discuss. How about Student Lin Yan comes back to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with us?"

The people present turned their gazes to Lin Yan, especially Dugu Yan, whose eyes seemed to be calculating something.

"Fine." Lin Yan pretended to think about it for a few minutes before nodding in agreement.

Seeing Lin Yan nod, the heavy stone in Qin Ming's heart finally fell. "Good, then let's head back now, Student Lin Yan."

However, fate is always so clever. A voice interrupted their departure: "Qin Ming?!"

Just as Qin Ming was about to lead everyone away, a familiar and slightly hoarse voice reached his ears. His entire body stiffened, and he turned his head sharply, almost instinctively.

He saw Teacher Zhao Wuji standing not far away, accompanied by a group of children the same age he had been in his youth. He was carrying several cloth bags filled with supplies, his expression still as gentle as it had been in the past, yet tinged with an imperceptible exhaustion.

Qin Ming walked up to him excitedly, his tone filled with a mix of urgency and respect: "Vice Dean! Why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze inadvertently swept over Zhao Wuji's right arm. The smile on his face froze instantly, and the joy in his eyes faded, replaced by profound shock.

He stopped in his tracks, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, and he asked in disbelief: "Vice Dean, your right arm... what happened to your left arm?"

Zhao Wuji, who had been about to say he had run into a little brat, froze the moment he saw Lin Yan in the crowd. His mouth snapped shut.

At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind: "No way, is this world really that small?"