Tang San Comprehends the Life-Taking Thirteen Spears: Lovesickness!

Yin Chuan summoned eighteen Blue Silver Spearmen on the spot and inspected them with blazing excitement.

These eighteen Blue Silver Spearmen were practically his eighteen Arhats.

And each of them came equipped with Blue Silver Array-Breaking Kill.

They were spearmen, but also javelin throwers, making them much like the Trapped Formation Battalion.

"If this skill keeps leveling up, could it eventually develop into something like Yang Jian's twelve hundred Grass-Headed Gods?"

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

Yin Chuan carefully refined the power of this purple-gold Soul Ring and entered meditation.

After familiarizing himself with his new power,

he began developing the Bloodline Disguise Technique that could conceal the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.

As for Shrek,

he had something to do today, so he would not be going.

"Classmate Tang San, does your uncle have a girlfriend?"

Ning Rongrong chuckled and asked in a somewhat fawning tone.

"No. Why?"

Tang San glanced at Ning Rongrong. Just from her clothing and bearing, he could tell that she came from a wealthy family.

But so what?

Plenty of girls chased after his uncle.

He had become rich just by collecting benefits and taking back all kinds of gifts his uncle did not want.

Tang San had long grown used to wicked women like Ning Rongrong, who coveted his uncle.

"What else could it be? I want to be your aunt."

Xiao Wu leaned over with a mischievous grin.

"You!"

Ning Rongrong immediately lost her temper when she saw Xiao Wu.

That shameless little brat had actually deceived her just now!

She had said Yin Chuan was Tang San's father, causing Ning Rongrong to blurt out nonsense and embarrass herself terribly.

She would remember this for the rest of her life!

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

"You're quite brave for a little girl. Didn't you see how mighty and huge Yin Chuan was just now?"

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

The hundred-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit began acting like a hooligan.

Yin Chuan's Dharma Manifestation within the Domination Domain

became thoroughly improper once it passed through Xiao Wu's mouth.

"???"

Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned red.

In broad daylight,

what nonsense was Xiao Wu spouting?

Yin Chuan's Dharma Manifestation was so huge. Who could possibly handle that!

But Ning Rongrong was fiercely competitive. Even if she could not handle it, she would never admit defeat verbally,

especially under the provocation of Xiao Wu's contemptuous gaze...

"How could I not handle it?"

"I've got two thick slices of bread!" (Quoted from the original work, with no inappropriate implication.)

Ning Rongrong craned her neck, her face red as she gritted her teeth and spoke.

She was the little devil of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

She could not say she could not do it!

"???"

Now Xiao Wu was dumbfounded. Her teasing smirk faded as her face visibly reddened at an astonishing speed.

The hundred-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit had actually been caught off guard by Ning Rongrong in the art of being a hooligan.

"You have no shame!"

"I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Tang San, let's go."

Xiao Wu admitted defeat, stamped her foot, and grabbed Tang San to make a hasty escape.

"You two, come with me."

Zhao Wuji suddenly called out to Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"And you two, too."

He pointed at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who was eavesdropping with a faint pink flush on her face.

"You four, come with me."

"After passing the fourth test, you can enroll directly."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his head and strode toward the interior of Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai had originally been responsible for the fourth test,

but Dai Mubai was nursing his injuries.

And even if Dai Mubai had not been injured, he would not have been qualified. Zhao Wuji decided to handle it personally.

"Hurry and follow Teacher Zhao."

Dai Mubai had suffered a loss at Tang San's hands once before, but now he no longer dared harbor the slightest resentment.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the other two exchanged looks before following Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai into the dilapidated Shrek Academy.

"The fourth test is also your final test for admission."

"As long as you last through one incense stick's time against me, you pass."

"You have time to get acquainted and devise your tactics."

After giving a brief explanation, Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on the ground and began adjusting his condition.

That spear strike Yin Chuan had landed on his waist

really hurt!

Fortunately, Yin Chuan had held back. Otherwise, his old back might have been broken.

"You all saw the battle just now."

"Teacher Zhao is a level 76 assault-type Soul Sage. Although he lost to Tang San's uncle, you must not underestimate him because of that."

"Back when he was still a Soul Emperor, he escaped unscathed while being besieged by sixteen Spirit Hall Soul Emperors. He lost to Yin Chuan solely because Yin Chuan was stronger..."

Dai Mubai explained Zhao Wuji's situation to the four of them.

Although Zhao Wuji had been utterly helpless beneath Yin Chuan's spear, he was still a towering mountain they could only look up to.

"Let's introduce ourselves first and get to know one another."

Tang San and the others were all in somewhat heavy spirits.

Tang San especially was feeling the pressure.

His martial soul was the same as his uncle's. His uncle had just defeated Zhao Wuji with a spear, and Tang San did not want to perform too poorly and disgrace him.

"Alright!"

"My name is Ning Rongrong. My martial soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and I'm a level 26 support-type Soul Grandmaster."

"What do you think?"

"Tang San, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is the best companion for every assault-type Soul Master."

"With my support, your uncle will definitely become even more formidable."

Ning Rongrong took the opportunity to promote herself.

"Uh..."

Tang San was speechless.

But the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda did indeed have the right to say that.

If his uncle truly had the support of a Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, it would certainly be wonderful.

"You can talk to my uncle about that yourself later."

"Let's discuss proper business first."

"My name is Tang San. My martial soul is the same as my uncle's, the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear. I'm a level 35 assault-type Soul Elder."

Tang San's introduction immediately startled Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Level 35?

They were clearly about the same age, yet the gap in their Soul Power was enormous.

Still, like uncle, like nephew. With such an outstanding uncle, Tang San naturally could not be too lacking.

"My name is Xiao Wu. My martial soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit, and I'm a level 32 assault-type Soul Elder."

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue.

"Two Soul Elders?!"

Even Dai Mubai was shocked this time.

He had experienced Tang San's strength long ago, but he had not expected Xiao Wu to be this formidable as well.

"Two assault-type Soul Elders, plus the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. You have a chance of lasting one incense stick's time against Teacher Zhao."

Dai Mubai spoke with mixed feelings.

"Zhu Zhuqing. Martial soul: Hell Spirit Cat. Agility attack type. Level 27 Soul Grandmaster."

As for Zhu Zhuqing's self-introduction, it seemed rather insignificant, and no one paid much attention to it.

"My two Soul Rings can respectively increase speed and strength by thirty percent."

Ning Rongrong began introducing her abilities again, and Tang San's eyes immediately lit up.

A strength boost was great!

With a thirty-percent strength boost to the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, he could treat a Soul Ancestor like a ball and smack them around!

"Just give me the strength boost later."

Tang San and the others whispered among themselves for a while, discussing their strategy.

"Are you ready?"

"Hurry up and start."

Time quickly passed.

Zhao Wuji boredly picked at his ear, planted an incense stick in the ground, and urged them on.

"We're ready."

Tang San and the other three stepped before Zhao Wuji.

Their formation placed Tang San in the center, Ning Rongrong in the rear, and Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing on the left and right.

"Mm, then I'll begin."

Zhao Wuji nodded. Just as he was about to make his move, he noticed that something seemed off about Tang San.

Swish!

The Blue Silver Tyrant Spear appeared in Tang San's hand.

Tang San seemed to enter a trance. Holding the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, an emotion suddenly welled up within his heart. Its name was

Lovesickness!

He had only been apart from his uncle for half an hour.

Long lovesickness brings long remembrance; brief lovesickness brings endless longing!

This spear strike was called Lovesickness!