Bullshit Theory

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's council hall was brightly lit.

In the center of the hall, Sword Douluo Chen Xin lay half-reclined on a white jade bed.

His white robe was soaked with blood, and his right arm was wrapped in a layer of pale green light as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's finest healing Soul Masters treated him with all their might.

Chen Xin's face showed no emotion. From the moment he was carried into the council hall until now, he hadn't cried out in pain once or furrowed his brow.

Nobody spoke in the hall. The atmosphere was terrifying, and everyone's shoulders trembled faintly.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, one of the two pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a ninety-fifth-level Titled Douluo who had protected the sect for forty years.

He was dead, and they hadn't even managed to bring back his body.

When the news got back, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect erupted.

Nobody believed it. Nobody wanted to believe it.

A ninety-fifth-level Titled Douluo had been killed by a twelve-year-old child?

How was that possible?

Something had to be wrong!

Ning Fengzhi stood in the center of the hall, facing Chen Xin.

His face, which should have been refined and composed, could now be described in just four words: pale as paper.

His lips trembled faintly, regret and grief tangled together.

His hand clenched into a fist inside his sleeve. His nails dug into his flesh, and blood trickled between his fingers, dripping to the ground with faint patters. But he couldn't feel the pain.

Compared with the ache in his heart, what did this little pain matter?

"It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

His voice trembled, and his whole body shook.

"If I hadn't sent Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu to stop that Holy Son, Uncle Gu wouldn't have died, and your arm wouldn't have..."

Lying on the bed, Chen Xin turned his head toward Ning Fengzhi, his face bitter.

"Fengzhi, what's done is done."

"None of us expected the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son to be so terrifying. He's practically a monster."

"Those few from Shrek who call themselves monsters aren't fit to lace his shoes."

Seventy levels at twelve years old, six Soul Rings, five of them over ten thousand years old.

One counterattack crippled Bone Douluo's right hand, a second blew him apart, and then another severed his arm.

From beginning to end, he barely used any Soul Skills. Most of the time, he just stood there, chewing on something nobody could identify, passively taking hits.

The one being hit had only suffered minor injuries, while the attackers had been killed by the damage reflected back at them.

This monster seemed to have no weaknesses!

Then Chen Xin recounted the entire sequence of events in detail.

After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi spoke. "Uncle Feng, are you saying that Holy Son never attacked of his own accord?"

Chen Xin nodded. "That's right!"

A glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. "Could it be that he doesn't attack because he can't? Or perhaps his ability to attack is poor, even very weak?"

"That must be why he deliberately takes hits, then relies on reflected damage to counterattack. Yes, it has to be!"

But he had no evidence to prove it. He needed more information.

The elders stood where they were, heads bowed, at a loss for words.

"I've already sent people to bring Rongrong back. Shrek Academy may no longer be safe."

His voice had returned to calm.

Chen Xin nodded without speaking.

Gu Qingshan's carriage seemed to be headed toward Shrek Academy, though nobody knew why he was going there.

If Rongrong was still at Shrek Academy and that Holy Son went there, the consequences would be unthinkable.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already lost Bone Douluo. It couldn't afford to lose its next generation of heirs as well.

Shrek Academy was located in a small village south of Suotuo City.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang was teaching the Shrek Seven Devils.

"...According to my 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul,' Plant-type Martial Souls can absorb beast-type Soul Rings, and vice versa..."

"...The maximum age limits for the first three Soul Rings are 423 years, 764 years, and 1,760 years..."

"...Remember, there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters..."

"Pfft! What bullshit theory? You don't know the first thing about it!" A grating voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Yu Xiaogang's anger flared at once. He hated people interrupting his lectures, and even more so when they belittled his Martial Soul Theory.

"Who's making a—"

Before he could finish, someone pushed open the shabby wooden door from outside.

One was an unfamiliar young man. The other looked somewhat familiar.

That familiar aura made his heart skip a beat: feminine, carrying the scent of flowers, impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.

He had seen that person once before at Spirit Hall. Just once, but that face, that aura, that androgynous, feminine air had been etched deeply into his memory.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

A Titled Douluo.

What was Chrysanthemum Douluo doing at Shrek Academy? Was the other one from Spirit Hall too?

His gaze unconsciously swept across the seven students in the classroom, then stopped on Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's profile, a sense of unease rising within him.

Tang Hao.

Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douluo, had a deep grudge against Spirit Hall.

If Spirit Hall discovered that Tang San was Tang Hao's son, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Yu Xiaogang's palms grew sweaty.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The two men ignored him. From the moment they entered the classroom, their gazes had been moving between the seven students.

Soon, they found her.

The aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, transformed.

A rabbit?

Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils contracted slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

His Highness the Holy Son had been right. There really was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast here, and she was a little girl.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze shifted between Chrysanthemum Douluo and Gu Qingshan, his palms drenched with sweat.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's personal appearance was enough to show that this matter was no small thing.

And the young man's identity—he could stand in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo and be treated with deference. His status had to be extraordinary.

When had Spirit Hall produced someone like him?

A piece of news that had recently spread throughout the Soul Master World suddenly came to mind.

Spirit Hall had appointed a Holy Son.

Yu Xiaogang's heart gave a sudden lurch.

The Holy Son.

Gu Qingshan.

"His Highness the Holy Son of Spirit Hall and Your Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo grace Shrek Academy with your presence. It's an honor beyond our humble walls. May I ask what brings you here, Holy Son?"

At the back of the classroom, Xiao Wu heard that the visitor was a Titled Douluo and immediately shrank down like a quail.

"Crap, why would a Titled Douluo come to this godforsaken place? And a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, no less!"

Their stares made Xiao Wu's skin crawl, and she instinctively edged closer to Tang San.

Tang San sensed Xiao Wu's unease. His brows furrowed slightly, and a purple glint flashed through his eyes.

The atmosphere in the classroom turned strange.

Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Gu Qingshan stared at Xiao Wu. "You're Xiao Wu, right? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast, the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit..."