Disrespectful Old Man!

On the main road outside Shrek Academy on the Douluo Continent.

Ji Jing was walking leisurely, his heart still savoring the sweetness of establishing a relationship with Wang Dong earlier that day.

Moonlight spilled down, and the evening breeze was exceptionally refreshing.

Suddenly, without any warning, he was enveloped by a golden pillar of light descending from the sky, a vast, ocean-like divine power instantly wrapping around him.

The scenery around him shifted rapidly, the laws of space wantonly distorted before his eyes.

Ji Jing didn't even have time to react before he vanished from the spot.

The next moment, when his feet touched solid ground again, the scene before him was entirely different.

He was standing inside a magnificent, majestic palace filled with the sacred aura of water elements.

Directly in front of him, a handsome man dressed in blue finery, holding a Golden Trident, was staring at him coldly with an extremely unfriendly gaze.

Ji Jing: "..."

He looked at Tang San, completely bewildered, unable to make sense of the situation.

"Kid,"

Tang San spoke slowly, his voice filled with majesty and scrutiny, "Let's have a chat."

The corner of Ji Jing's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Th... Third Uncle?"

Ji Jing called out tentatively, while quietly taking a small step back to put some safe distance between them, his face showing a hint of wariness.

"You aren't planning on bullying the young, are you?"

Hearing this "Third Uncle," Tang San's expression softened slightly, but seeing Ji Jing's defensive posture, his face darkened again instantly, and he said coldly:

"I am not."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Jing didn't relax; instead, he took another cautious step back.

This action completely ignited Tang San's temper.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and he said through gritted teeth:

"What is the meaning of this, you brat?!"

"I don't believe you."

Ji Jing shook his head, his answer firm and decisive.

"You!"

Tang San felt his blood pressure soaring, a surge of anger rushing straight to his crown, and he nearly lost control and struck out.

He took a deep breath, then another, forcibly suppressing the rage about to erupt; after all, he was a God King and had to maintain his composure.

"You brat..."

Tang San calmed his emotions and decided to get straight to the point.

"I don't care about anything else, but regarding you and Xiao Qi, if you dare to do that kind of thing before you come of age... I will definitely thrash you!"

Upon hearing this, a look of confusion appeared on Ji Jing's face, and his gaze toward Tang San gradually became strange, as if he were looking at someone with an unhealthy mindset.

"You dragged me all the way up from the lower realm just for this?"

He retorted, his tone filled with disbelief.

"Third Uncle, I was practically raised under your watch, wasn't I? I'm not that kind of person, okay?"

As Ji Jing spoke, the look of disdain in his eyes grew thicker.

This gaze deeply stung Tang San.

He felt his fists clenching.

Who was this brat implying?

Was he saying that he, as a father, was using the heart of a villain to measure the belly of a gentleman?

However, he really couldn't bring himself to teach him a lesson.

Not to mention that this kid was the son of his own brother, the safeguards left behind by those two primordial deities on him were enough to give him a headache.

Tang San could only let out a cold laugh, forcibly trying to save face:

"Heh, you brat, you certainly have guts. So sure that I won't beat you?"

Ji Jing nodded seriously, indicating his certainty.

At this, Tang San completely lost his temper; he felt as if he had punched a pile of cotton, with nowhere to exert his strength.

He slumped back onto his divine throne, casually retracting the Golden Trident, and the oppressive atmosphere within the temple dissipated along with it.

"Hmph, I suppose I really can't beat you."

Tang San said slowly.

"However, I can keep you here. One day in this God Realm is equivalent to a year in the lower realm. If I keep you a while longer before tossing you back to the Douluo Continent, the rest of your vacation will be completely written off."

Upon hearing this, the calm and composed expression on Ji Jing vanished instantly. He stared at Tang San in shock and blurted out:

"You old... old gentleman! Playing dirty with a kid like me?"

Ji Jing broke into a cold sweat.

That was close; the words "old geezer" had almost slipped out.

Tang San simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes to rest.

The Sea God Temple fell into a sudden, heavy silence.

Ji Jing was left completely speechless.

He finally realized that this Sea God would stop at nothing to get his way.

He couldn't win a fight, and he couldn't reason with him, so he had no choice but to concede.

Time in the God Realm flowed slowly, while the sun and moon had already alternated over twenty times on the Douluo Continent.

When Tang San estimated that more than half a month had passed in the lower realm and the vacation at Shrek Academy was nearing its end, he leisurely opened his eyes. He glanced at Ji Jing beside him, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

With a satisfied wave of his hand, a golden light once again enveloped Ji Jing.

"Kid, remember to be polite to my daughter."

Before the words had even faded, Ji Jing's figure had already vanished from the Sea God Temple.

Light and shadow twisted, and the stars shifted. When Ji Jing felt solid ground beneath his feet again, he was already in the familiar dormitory of Shrek Academy.

He stood in the center of the room, recalling his experience in the Sea God Temple, and sighed helplessly.

"Bullying the young with your status, lacking the dignity of an elder!"

Ji Jing grumbled indignantly in his heart, "Just you wait, Uncle San. Once I become a God King myself, I'll drag Uncle Destruction along and we'll have a proper 'spar' with you!"

Of course, that was just wishful thinking.

Right now, the most practical thing to do was to plan his remaining time.

He checked the calendar in the dormitory and found there were about five days left before school started.

Calculating the time, Wang Dong had gone to visit her family at the Clear Sky Sect and wouldn't return to the academy for at least three or four days.

Staying alone was boring; he might as well do something meaningful.

A thought flashed through his mind—

Combining Tang Sect hidden weapons with Soul Tool technology.

This idea had been brewing for a long time, and now he finally had a large block of free time to put it into practice.

He acted as soon as he thought of it.

With a flick of his mind, Ji Jing retrieved a sturdy metal workbench from his storage Soul Tool, along with various rare metals, crafting tools, and engraving knives for the core arrays of Soul Tool.

He was now capable of independently crafting Level 6 Soul Tool.

More importantly, as a natural-born deity, his comprehension was terrifying; he could grasp complex Soul Tool theories and crafting techniques the moment he saw them.

His gaze first fell upon one of the signature works of the Tang Sect hidden weapons—the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

"Let's start with you."

Ji Jing picked up a blueprint, his eyes becoming focused and sharp.

He prepared to conduct research in two directions:

The first was the ultimate evolution of individual weaponry.

This was a direct improvement on the original Godly Zhuge Crossbow.

The core concept was to replace the purely mechanical drive with Soul Tool technology.

This improved version of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow would become a terrifying individual Soul Tool weapon.

It would retain the stealth and surprise of a hidden weapon while possessing the power and convenience of a Soul Tool, making it a nightmarish existence for any Soul Master below the rank of Soul Emperor.