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 couch.

His white robes were soaked through with blood, and his right arm was wrapped in a pale green glow as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's finest healing soul master worked at full capacity.

There was no expression on Chen Xin's face; from the moment he was carried into the council hall until now, he had not cried out in pain nor furrowed his brow once.

No one in the hall spoke; the atmosphere was terrifying, and everyone's shoulders were trembling slightly.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, one of the two pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a level 95 Title Douluo, and an old man who had guarded the sect for forty years.

He was dead, and his body could not even be brought back.

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

No one believed it; no one was willing to believe it.

A level 95 Title Douluo, killed by a twelve-year-old child?

How could this be possible?

There must have been some mistake!

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

His face, which should have been refined and composed, could only be described in one way: pale as paper.

His lips trembled slightly, regret and grief intertwined.

His hands were clenched into fists inside his sleeves, his nails digging into his flesh. Blood dripped from between his fingers onto the floor with faint pattering sounds, but he felt no pain.

Compared to the pain in his heart, what was this minor injury?

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

His voice trembled, and his entire body shook.

"If I hadn't sent Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone to intercept that Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, Uncle Bone wouldn't have died, and your arm, Uncle Sword, wouldn't have..."

Chen Xin lay on the couch, turning his head to look at Ning Fengzhi with a bitter expression.

"Fengzhi, what is done is done."

"No one expected this Martial Soul Hall Holy Son to be so terrifying; he is practically a monster."

"Those so-called monsters from Shrek aren't even fit to tie his shoes."

Twelve years old, level 70, six soul rings, five of which were over ten thousand years old.

A single counter-attack crippled Bone Douluo's right hand, two counter-attacks blasted Bone Douluo apart, and one more severed his arm.

From beginning to end, the boy hadn't even used many soul skills; most of the time, he just stood there, chewing on something unknown, taking hits passively.

The one taking the hits only suffered minor injuries, while the attacker was killed by the recoil.

This monster seemed to have no weaknesses!

Next, Chen Xin recounted the entire process in detail.

After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi spoke: "Uncle Sword, are you saying that the Holy Son never launched an active attack from start to finish?"

Chen Xin nodded: "That's right!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes: "Could it be that he didn't choose not to attack, but was unable to, or perhaps his active offensive capability is poor, or even very weak?"

"That's why he deliberately let himself be hit, relying on counter-damage to retaliate. Yes, that must be it!"

But he had no evidence to prove this; he needed more information.

Several elders stood in place, heads bowed, not knowing what to say.

"I have already sent people to bring Ning Rongrong back; Shrek Academy may no longer be safe."

His voice returned to a state of calm.

Chen Xin nodded without speaking.

The direction Gu Qingshan's carriage was heading might be Shrek Academy, though he did not know why the boy would go there.

If Ning Rongrong remained at Shrek Academy and that Holy Son arrived, the consequences would be unthinkable.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already lost Bone Douluo; it could not afford to lose the next generation's successor.

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

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was giving a lecture to 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 limit for the first three soul rings is 423 years, 764 years, and 1760 years respectively..."

"...Remember, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters..."

"Pfft! What a load of garbage theory, completely clueless!" A harsh voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Yu Xiaogang's anger flared instantly; he hated it when others interrupted his lectures, especially when that voice was showing such contempt for his martial soul theory.

"Who is making such a..."

Before the words could finish, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open from the outside.

One was an unfamiliar youth, while the other looked somewhat familiar.

That familiar aura made his heart skip a beat—effeminate, carrying a floral scent, with a gender that was hard to discern.

He had seen that person once at Martial Soul Hall; only once, but that face, that aura, and that neither-male-nor-female effeminacy were deeply etched into his memory.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan.

A Title Douluo.

What was Chrysanthemum Douluo doing at Shrek Academy? Was the other one also from Martial Soul Hall?

His gaze involuntarily swept across the seven students in the classroom, coming to a rest on Tang San.

Yu Xiaogang looked at his profile, a sense of unease welling up in his heart.

Tang Hao.

Tang San's father, Clear Sky Douluo, had a deep blood feud with Martial Soul Hall.

If Martial Soul Hall discovered that Tang San was the son of Tang Hao, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Sweat seeped from Yu Xiaogang's palms.

"Who are you? What are you here for?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and his companion ignored him, their gazes shifting between the seven students from the moment they stepped into the classroom.

Very quickly, they found it.

The aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, in human form.

A rabbit?

Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils contracted slightly before quickly returning to normal.

His Highness the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son was not wrong; there really was a Hundred-Thousand-Year transformed soul beast here, and a little girl at that.

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

Chrysanthemum Douluo appearing in person was proof enough that this matter was not simple.

And the identity of that youth—to be able to stand in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo and have Chrysanthemum Douluo treat him with such deference, the youth's status was definitely not low.

When did such a figure emerge in Martial Soul Hall?

He suddenly recalled a piece of news that had recently spread throughout the entire soul master world.

Martial Soul Hall had appointed a Holy Son.

Yu Xiaogang's heart gave a violent jolt.

Holy Son.

Gu Qingshan.

"The arrival of the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son and His Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo brings great honor to Shrek Academy. May I ask what brings the Holy Son here?"

In the back row, Xiao Wu heard that the visitors were Title Douluo and immediately shrank back like a quail.

It's over. Why would a Title Douluo come to this godforsaken place, and a Title Douluo from Martial Soul Hall at that!

Xiao Wu felt her skin crawl under their gazes and subconsciously leaned toward Tang San.

Tang San sensed Xiao Wu's unease, his brows furrowing slightly as a flash of purple light flickered in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the classroom became subtle at this moment.

Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Gu Qingshan stared at Xiao Wu and said, "You must be Xiao Wu, the Hundred-Thousand-Year transformed soul beast, Soft Bone Charm Rabbit..."