Yu Xiaogang Fooled Tang San Silly, Xiong Jun's Pride, Zi Ji's Thoughts

Just reaching level twenty-nine had consumed vast amounts of resources and time.

Although his Martial Soul was a useless one, he did not believe he was useless. Perhaps he was even chosen by heaven. Who else on the continent possessed a Martial Soul like his?

For all these years, that belief had supported him and kept him moving forward.

So if there was hope, he had to seize it.

"Teacher, didn't you say there were weapon Martial Souls and beast Martial Souls? Why didn't that person display his Martial Soul?"

Tang San could not tell what kind of Martial Soul Xiong Jun possessed. Could there be other special Martial Souls besides those two types?

Yu Xiaogang froze.

What was going on with Tang San? If he could not answer, it would damage his prestige.

"Little San, he should be a beast Martial Soul. Look at the soul skills he used—they're all beast Martial Soul skills. There must be some reason he didn't reveal it."

He did not know either, but he already held a lofty position in Tang San's heart.

Even a casually made-up answer would be enough.

Sure enough, Tang San truly believed Yu Xiaogang's theory and repeatedly nodded, praising his teacher for being so learned and talented.

Yu Xiaogang thoroughly enjoyed the praise.

See?

This was the power of knowledge. So what if he was only a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster?

Once he fooled Tang San, then talked Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena into joining Shrek Academy, he would become the only person on the continent to teach two Douluos.

"Let's go. We'll rest for the night, then meet Shen Yifeng at the Soul Fighting Arena tomorrow to register."

Meanwhile, Xiong Jun returned to where the fierce beasts had gathered.

Di Tian and the other two had watched the battle as well.

"Di Tian, how was that? Pretty impressive, wasn't it?"

Xiong Jun looked unbearably pleased with himself.

His heart was swelling with pride. He had received praise from his lord and even caught the attention of his lady.

He was the most dazzling Soul Beast around.

"Not bad. You didn't disgrace us Soul Beasts."

Di Tian stood with his arms crossed and smiled. It was rare to see Xiong Jun in such glory, so he did not pour cold water on him.

Zi Ji had gone gambling, Bi Ji had begun seeing patients at the new medical clinic while preparing for the Healing Spirit Master Tournament, while Xiong Jun had chosen to eat!

That was right. The first thing he had done upon entering the city was eat.

By sheer coincidence, he had run into his lady and lord.

"It was just luck. Don't get cocky, you big dumb bear."

Zi Ji sat in a chair with one leg crossed over the other, smiling.

"You're just jealous, Zi Ji!"

"Once my lady recovers her memories, she'll definitely praise me. When I earn her favor and become her bodyguard, the first thing I'll do is send you to guard the gate."

Xiong Jun was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he was full of anticipation for the future.

Zi Ji pressed her lips together and bit her finger.

She still had not had a chance to show herself. It seemed she needed to make an appearance.

Otherwise, that big dumb bear would steal all her presence. Did she have no pride at all?

She might be the youngest dragon, but she had to be bold. She could not back down, and her aura had to be strong.

She would do it as soon as she decided. All she needed was an opportunity—an excuse.

At the eastern courtyard residence, Shen Yifeng was already growing impatient from being held by Gu Yuena.

"You're still hugging me after we got home. It's not like I can run away."

Gu Yuena immediately released him and pretended to squeeze his arm twice.

Her hands felt smooth and soft, while his skin was becoming better and better—more delicate than a girl's.

"Yifeng, wasn't I just massaging your arm? You just came back from outside the city, so you must be tired."

She secretly muttered to herself, Yifeng is so cute like this too. He really is the best.

Shen Yifeng glanced at her but did not expose her.

"Enough pretending. We still have to go to the Soul Fighting Arena tomorrow, so get some rest early."

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect,

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong sat at the table drinking tea and chatting idly.

"Uncle Sword has been gone for so long. He should be back soon, right?"

"Don't worry. With Uncle Sword taking action, he'll definitely bring that Xiong Jun back to apologize." Gu Rong smiled. "Rongrong should learn a lesson too."

Just as he finished speaking, the hall doors were pushed open.

Chen Xin entered while pulling Ning Rongrong along, his face deathly pale.

Just as he was about to speak, blood suddenly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Sword!"

"Old Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong rose to their feet at the same time and hurried over.

Ning Rongrong was so frightened that she burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Sword. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have caused trouble."

Chen Xin waved his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with you." He took a deep breath, his tone grave. "That Xiong Jun's strength is unfathomable. I am no match for him."

"What?" Gu Rong's eyes widened. "You're a level ninety-six Title Douluo. How could you lose to some hulking man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?"

"His strength is terrifying, and his defense is incredibly powerful. My Seven Kill Sword could not harm him in the slightest."

Chen Xin recalled the battle from earlier, still shaken by it.

"He only used two moves to break my Seven Kill Avatar."

Ning Fengzhi's expression completely darkened.

To easily defeat level ninety-six Chen Xin, the other party had to be at least a level ninety-eight Title Douluo.

When had Heaven Dou City gained such a terrifying existence?

If the other side wanted to cause trouble for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they truly would not know how to deal with it.

Chen Xin saw Ning Fengzhi's concern and said gravely, "Rest assured, he has no intention of becoming our enemy. Besides, this can be considered a lesson for Rongrong, so she remembers it."

At least there had been no major losses. He had only suffered a minor injury, and it was nothing serious.

"That's good."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath and began treating Chen Xin's injuries.

"Uncle Sword, you've worked hard. Rest well afterward."

Chen Xin was one of the sect's chief pillars. If he truly collapsed, they would be in serious trouble.

Very soon,

The next morning arrived, and Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena came to the Great Soul Arena early.

The moment they reached the entrance of the Great Soul Arena, Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and Xiao Wu walked over.

When Yu Xiaogang saw Shen Yifeng, he immediately put on the airs of a master.

"Shen Yifeng, it's not too late to admit defeat now. Once you get on the arena, losing will be quite ugly."

"Master, you'd better pray that you don't lose," Shen Yifeng said flatly. "Also, do you have enough money? Don't default on the debt if you lose."

Yu Xiaogang's old face reddened as he snorted coldly.

"Of course I do. I'm not so poor that I can't afford to lose."

The group entered the registration area together.

The staff member handed them registration forms, and Tang San picked up a pen and wrote the four words "Thousand-Hand Asura."

Shen Yifeng took the pen and, without a moment's thought, wrote "Nine-Colored Dragon King."

Gu Yuena followed by writing "Silver Moon Flower Protector."

Last time, they had only registered as a two-person team, so they had never chosen individual codenames.

"Register us for tomorrow's one-on-one Soul Fighting matches."

Shen Yifeng handed over the registration forms.

The staff member checked the information and nodded.

"Alright. Tomorrow morning at ten, Arena One."

Just as they finished the procedures, a familiar laugh came from behind them.

"Shen Yifeng, Gu Yuena, long time no see."

The two turned around.

Xue Qinghe wore gold-and-white Crown Prince robes and stood some distance away with a smile. She slowly walked over alone.