Who Was Stronger, and Who Had the Right?

"Zhao Wuji, right?"

Xiao Wujiu looked down at Zhao Wuji beneath his feet and viciously ground his foot into his mangled wound. "Now tell me—who is stronger, and who has the right?"

The sudden, agonizing pain made Zhao Wuji suck in a sharp breath. Then, in an instant, Xiao Wujiu had trampled him underfoot. Hearing that question, Zhao Wuji felt nothing but endless grief, fury, and humiliation!

He had actually lost—and to a junior!

The people from Shrek finally came to their senses as well, but none of them dared say a word. They could all see that this Xiao Wujiu was so powerful he barely seemed human!

Trying to provoke him now would be nothing less than courting death!

Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground, both hands clutching desperately at the earth and grabbing fistfuls of dirt as he struggled to rise. Yet that foot suppressed him so firmly that he could not get up at all!

"Today, I, Zhao Wuji, admit defeat. I ask Young Master Xiao to spare me. I am willing to offer compensation for what happened today!"

Xiao Wujiu smiled when he saw Zhao Wuji yielding. He smiled very happily.

In his perception, Zhao Wuji possessed strength equivalent to a Dou Ling. Yet after their fight, this level seventy-six assault-type Battle Soul Saint had been completely crushed by him. This led Xiao Wujiu to one conclusion: the combat power of the Douluo World was terribly inflated!

In other words, just like Battle Qi and the spiritual energy of The Great Ruler world, even if their realms were nearly identical, their actual combat strength could differ greatly.

Besides, Zhao Wuji was not some peerless genius like the future Flame Emperor or Martial Ancestor. How could he possibly fight above his level?

"Compensation? What do you have to compensate me with?"

"I can compensate you on Teacher Zhao's behalf."

As his words fell, a clear voice, sweet as a lark's, rang out. He looked up and found Ning Rongrong, who seemed like an elf, smiling brightly at him.

"I can pay you enough to earn your forgiveness."

Ning Rongrong then took a Gold Soul Coin stored-value card from her Soul Tool and walked over to Xiao Wujiu. "There are one million Gold Soul Coins on this card. Please accept it as an apology."

Xiao Wujiu smiled faintly at the card offered before him. Who said Ning Rongrong had no brains? It seemed that aside from her somewhat unpleasant personality, she was actually quite good at handling people and situations.

In the end, she simply did not consider most people worthy of being treated seriously by the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"You are Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, aren't you?"

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong's smile grew even sweeter. She was not at all surprised that Xiao Wujiu recognized her, and she nodded.

Seeing this, Xiao Wujiu thought of the Titan Giant Ape that would appear later. To ensure that the Eight Spider Lances appeared without fail, he did not intend to pursue the matter any further. Using this as an opportunity to step back, he looked at Zhao Wuji by his feet. "You have a good student. Your worthless life has been spared. Remember this: if you see me, Xiao Wujiu, in the future, take a detour!"

Finally, he looked at Ning Rongrong. "I look forward to our next meeting."

For a sect that was the wealthiest on the continent and possessed one of the finest intelligence networks, he would inevitably need to establish some connection with them. So he was not wrong.

After saying that, he dusted off his sleeves and glanced at Zhao Wuji, who was struggling to stand. He gave a soft laugh, then turned his gaze toward the Shrek group—or rather, specifically toward Zhu Zhuqing. Yet he said nothing more, leaving only a meaningful look.

He waved a hand to stop Ye Zhiqiu's people, who wanted to thank him, then walked away alone, gradually disappearing into the night.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing quietly watched Xiao Wujiu depart. Their expressions were different, but the powerful young man named Xiao Wujiu had left a deep impression on both of them.

After leaving, Xiao Wujiu planned to find an inn at random and stay the night. During his battle with Zhao Wuji just now, he had already planted a Battle Qi Mark on him. He would naturally be able to find him when the time came.

"I wonder how strong a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast really is. I'm looking forward to it..."

Thinking of the Titan Giant Ape to come, Xiao Wujiu chuckled softly and fell silent amid the night. Though it seemed there was something else he had to do... Forget it. No rush.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky.

Xiao Wujiu woke up in his hotel room. He had unusually chosen not to cultivate yesterday and had rested instead. After all, one had to balance work and rest.

However, he discovered that he would soon have to get busy, because he sensed that his Battle Qi Mark had already left the town.

"They still chose to head for the Star Dou Forest. Beast Soul Masters really are tough, huh? That saves me the trouble of waiting any longer."

He immediately tidied himself up, left the hotel, and headed for the Star Dou Forest.

He was in no hurry along the way. In the original story, they would not encounter the Titan Giant Ape until several days later anyway. He had no interest in Meng Yiran, so he simply strolled along at an unhurried pace, taking the opportunity to observe the differences between Soul Beasts and magical beasts.

At the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest, Xiao Wujiu held a rabbit in one hand as he walked, examining it closely.

"This rabbit should be a Soft Bone Rabbit. Its meat is delicious, its bones are supple, and it tastes best roasted."

"Low-level magical beasts have a certain chance of producing Magic Cores, while Soul Beasts can reliably produce Spirit Rings once they reach ten years of cultivation. If I brought Soul Beasts to Battle Through the Heavens, wouldn't they be magical beasts that produced Magic Cores with a one hundred percent success rate?"

He considered whether it was feasible, then shook his head and dismissed the idea.

"No. I don't know whether the Crossing Gate can carry living creatures, but I'd better not start down that path lightly. Not only am I not strong enough yet, but low-grade Magic Cores are not worth taking such a risk for."

"Although magical beasts have a low Magic Core drop rate, that only applies below the fourth rank. A Da Dou Shi equivalent to a third-rank magical beast already has a Battle Crystal in their body, and the Magic Core drop rate rises considerably. So low-grade Magic Cores are not particularly valuable to me."

Still, Xiao Wujiu felt somewhat unwilling to accept it. He always felt that his golden finger did more than merely let him travel between two worlds. There should be other abilities he had yet to uncover.

Thus, he focused his mind into his sea of consciousness and began examining the Gate of Transmigration.

The entire Gate of Transmigration resembled a massive formation. Countless profound Runes flowed around it, while two golden pages floated nearby: one for the Douluo Continent world, and one for the Battle Through the Heavens world.

At that moment, the gate emitted a faint golden radiance. This meant that some energy for transmigration had accumulated, but it was still insufficient to support another crossing.

As he stared at that golden light, he had a feeling that he could manipulate it.

Could it be...