The Eve of the Competition

Soon, a clerk from the Martial Soul Star store took a stack of bills to the Pope Palace to settle the accounts.

Looking at the bill in his hand, Yue Guan felt his head throbbing.

Since Gui Mei had gone to monitor Shrek, he had no choice but to take this to the Pope himself.

This had nothing to do with him, so he hoped she wouldn't take her anger out on him...

A moment later, Bibi Dong was instantly enraged. She slammed her scepter onto the floor, staring at the bill in her hand in disbelief.

"Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin?! That little brat! Where is he?!"

She had never even bought clothes that expensive herself. Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin, just for a few sets of clothes?!

Yue Guan shrank his head and whispered, "Reporting to the Pope, Cen Yu should be over at the Martial Soul Academy right now..."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong stood up and walked toward the palace entrance: "Let's go, to the Martial Soul Academy."

Sensing the low pressure radiating from his leader, Yue Guan hurriedly followed.

Tsk, tsk, tsk... Cen Yu, my boy, may you be blessed.

"If you ask me, your horizons are still too narrow. You need to go out and see the vast world beyond."

"So what if you're an auxiliary type? So what if you're a control type? I can even play as a power attack type!"

"As long as you have a dream, you will definitely succeed!"

The dark-faced Cen Yu sat on the steps, proudly feeding chicken soup for the soul to Hu Liena and the other two.

Well... whether it was toxic chicken soup or not, who could say.

Hu Liena and the others listened blankly, as if a new world had been opened up to them.

That's right! Why couldn't a control-type soul master perform power attacks? As long as you have enough tricks and enough attack power, what does it matter if you're a power attack type?

Hu Liena nodded: "That makes sense, that's certainly one way to think about it..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was perfectly set, Cen Yu smiled and pulled out a script he had someone write on the spot. It was still warm as he handed it to the three of them.

"Let me tell you, this world is very cruel. The script says so—who knows where an accident might happen?"

Hu Liena and the others took the script in confusion and began to read.

A moment later.

Yan said angrily: "This Wang San is too despicable. He couldn't win even with two weapons, so he actually relied on otherworldly tricks to ambush his way to victory."

Hu Liena was also indignant: "Those people who lost are truly trash! They were clearly stronger than Wang San, yet they were taken out by an ambush?"

Wait?

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something.

Wasn't that Tang San the same? Blue Silver Grass plus a Clear Sky Hammer, and his strength was lower than theirs.

This setup was exactly the same as the protagonist in the script.

Although a script was just a script, what if? What if this Tang San had some underhanded methods? Wouldn't they lose all the face of Martial Soul Hall?

Sure enough, what the teacher said before was right: even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength. Arrogance and carelessness are the greatest taboos.

She could not afford to slack off, lest she capsize in the gutter.

Just then, a roar came from afar: "Cen Yu!!!"

The group turned to look and immediately saw the Pope walking toward them with a gloomy face, followed by the head-bowed Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Cen Yu's heart tightened instantly.

Oh no, is she here to hold me accountable? No, no, no, I don't want to get scolded.

Hu Liena and the others hurriedly bowed: "Teacher."

"Pope."

"Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo."

Bibi Dong looked at Cen Yu, just about to erupt, when she saw him bow with lightning speed and then speak in a well-behaved manner:

"Thank you, Master, for buying me these clothes. Although I like them very much, it was too expensive. Please don't do this again in the future, Master."

"..."

Yue Guan stared, dumbfounded, at Cen Yu's silky-smooth maneuver.

Wait, you can do that? Striking first to gain the initiative?

But the next second, he snapped out of it, not daring to look at his leader's expression any longer.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's face looked as if she had swallowed something unidentifiable. She glared at Cen Yu, her eyes practically piercing through him.

Damn it! This little brat! How dare he say such things!

What could she say to that? Could she really argue about Gold Soul Coin in front of everyone? Where would she put her dignity?

In the end, Bibi Dong's expression shifted repeatedly, and only after a long while did she squeeze a sentence through her teeth: "As long as you like it!"

She sighed, walked over to Hu Liena, and patted her head: "Nana, if you want anything, go buy it yourself and just put it on my tab."

Hearing this, Hu Liena was pleasantly surprised and bowed: "Many thanks, Teacher."

Cen Yu's eyes darted around, and he sidled up to Bibi Dong with a beaming smile: "Master, I want some too~"

"..."

Bibi Dong's face darkened, and after instructing Hu Liena to train hard, she left.

Once she was gone, Hu Liena asked in confusion: "Little Junior Brother, what were you doing? Why did it feel like Teacher was very angry?"

It was the first time she had seen that expression on her teacher—turning red, then green, then white.

Confirming that Bibi Dong had truly left, Cen Yu chuckled and pointed to the clothes he was wearing: "Well, how is this outfit?"

Hu Liena looked him over and nodded: "It's very nice. The material and craftsmanship are excellent; Teacher is really good to you."

Immediately after, Xie Yue and Yan heard a sentence that left them completely shocked.

"I bought this at the Martial Soul Star, along with a few other sets of clothes. It cost about five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin, and I put it on Master's tab."

"How much?!" Yan asked, looking completely bewildered.

Hu Liena was slightly stunned: "Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin? Little Junior Brother, what did you buy?"

She couldn't help but recall her teacher's expression from just moments ago, and the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

No wonder Teacher had that look; she had called for the Little Junior Brother but left without saying a word—it turned out she had just received the bill.

"Little Junior Brother, don't do this in the future. You must learn to be frugal."

"Even though Teacher is good to us, we cannot be so extravagant. Do not let down Teacher's expectations."

Hearing this, Cen Yu waved his hand: "Alright, alright~ I know~"

"I'm heading home to cultivate now~ See you at the tournament~ Senior Sister and Seniors~"

Today was a truly good day~ The spirit bone is settled, and I bought clothes~ As expected, people who love to smile never have bad luck~

After he left, Hu Liena sighed and said to Xie Yue beside her: "Brother, let's get back to training."

"There isn't much time left before the tournament starts. Even though we are already Spirit Kings, we cannot slack off."

Xie Yue nodded: "You're right. Let's refine the coordination for Demon Charm again."

On the other side, the little rabbit who had just returned with Liu Erlong after obtaining a spirit ring had no idea that her spirit ring and spirit bone had already been claimed by someone else.

Tang San cupped his hands toward Liu Erlong: "Thanks to you, Teacher Liu Erlong, Xiao Wu was able to obtain her fourth spirit ring before the tournament."

Hearing this, Liu Erlong's expression turned strange, and she said with a complicated look: "Actually, I didn't really help much. After we entered the forest, we got separated."

"I was frantic, searching the entire forest for Xiao Wu."

"As it turned out..."

Not only was Xiao Wu unharmed, but she had also obtained her fourth spirit ring.

But it seemed... every time Xiao Wu obtained a spirit ring, she would disappear in some inexplicable way...