Title Pressure? Shatter for Me!

"Yue Guan, don't be impatient, let's test him first."

Black mist hung at the edge of the clouds, with Gui Mei's body half-hidden in the night.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stood upon the phantom of an Exquisite Velvet Sky-Reaching Chrysanthemum, his robes snapping in the high-altitude gale.

He looked down toward Dorm Seven, his fingertips brushing over the flower petals.

"His Holiness the Pope only ordered us to watch, not to stand here like wooden statues."

"This kid's first ring is a thousand-year one, and his martial soul even carries dragon might."

"Gui Mei, don't you think that's too absurd?"

Gui Mei did not reply.

Notting Academy was not large beneath their feet; it was merely a primary spirit master academy where even Spirit Ancestors were rarely seen, let alone students capable of alarming the two of them.

Yet, the order from the Pope Palace had come down.

Investigate Su Hang, watch Su Hang, do not harm him.

These words, when placed together, were inherently strange.

"Go easy."

Gui Mei raised a hand from within the black mist.

"Suppress his spirit power only, do not hurt him."

Yue Guan snorted.

"Rest assured, I have a sense of proportion."

The next moment, the chrysanthemum phantom high in the sky rotated.

An invisible pressure descended from the heavens, directly shrouding Dorm Seven.

The work-study students in the corners didn't even make a sound before they collapsed one after another.

Wang Sheng had just managed to pull himself halfway up the bed frame when he slammed back onto the floor, white foam bubbling at the corners of his mouth.

The iron bed frames creaked, and flakes of plaster fell from the walls.

The flame of the oil lamp in the dormitory was pressed down against the wick, leaving the room mostly in darkness.

Xiao Wu's body stiffened.

She was all too familiar with that aura.

Spirit hunting squads, Spirit Hall, Title Douluo-level powerhouses.

She had heard Daming and Erming mention them too many times in the Star Dou Great Forest.

To human powerhouses, a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was nothing more than the most tempting spirit ring and spirit bone.

She forcibly suppressed her spirit power and took half a step back, her spine bumping into Su Hang.

"Brother Su Hang..."

"They're here."

She didn't dare look out the window, instead burying herself behind Su Hang and wrapping both arms tightly around his waist.

Su Hang looked down at the small hands clasped around his waist.

Good grief, this little rabbit had run into people from Spirit Hall the moment she arrived; she would probably never let go of him from now on.

"Don't shake."

Su Hang raised a hand and rested it on Xiao Wu's head.

"With me here, no one can touch you."

Xiao Wu buried her face in his back, her voice trembling.

"I don't want to become a spirit ring."

"I don't want Daming or Erming to become spirit rings either."

"Brother Su Hang, please don't hand me over, okay?"

Su Hang had originally intended to tease her, but upon hearing this, his playful mood dissipated significantly.

In the original story, Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, Daming and Erming sacrificed themselves, and Tang San leveled up all the way, with everyone around him becoming his opportunities.

It was called deep affection, yet he ended up reaping all the benefits.

This plot really needed to change.

"Rest assured."

"Whoever dares to treat you as a spirit ring, I'll beat them into a ring first."

Xiao Wu pressed even closer.

"Then I'll follow you from now on."

"Even if you try to drive me away, I won't leave."

Su Hang had yet to respond when the pressure above his head suddenly intensified, this time falling entirely upon him.

The stone floor tiles cracked with a series of sharp snaps, and his feet sank half an inch into the ground.

The rafters of Dorm Seven could not withstand the strain, and wood shavings rained down continuously.

High above, Yue Guan narrowed his eyes, his finger continuing to press downward.

"Still standing?"

"A little brat who just enrolled, yet his physical body is tougher than a Spirit Elder's?"

Gui Mei reminded him from the side.

"Enough. If you keep pressing, the girl beside him will get hurt."

Yue Guan did not withdraw his hand.

"I am only testing him."

"The person the Pope wishes to investigate must have some real substance, after all."

The pressure descended once more.

The Chaos Thunder Shadow Dragon bloodline within Su Hang was thoroughly ignited by this external force. He did not actively release his Spirit, yet the lightning within his body began to circulate of its own accord.

Dark purple electric light crawled from his shoulders to his arms, and the gravel on the ground was jolted into the air.

That deep purple Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet, the black patterns on its edges beginning to flow with a heavy, oppressive weight.

Xiao Wu pressed against his back, her legs, which had been on the verge of giving way, gradually steadying.

The momentum remained, but a safe zone had formed around Su Hang.

Hidden within it, the sensation of being watched by a predator began to fade.

Xiao Wu lifted her face, looking at Su Hang's back.

This person was clearly just a youth in appearance, yet he could withstand a probe of this caliber.

The diary was real, and this thigh to hug was real too; she had chosen correctly this time.

Su Hang looked up at the roof, his gaze piercing through the hole and heading straight for the clouds.

"Hiding your heads and showing your tails—is this supposed to be interesting?"

High in the sky, Yue Guan's fingertip paused, and Gui Mei ceased his movements as well.

They had not expected Su Hang to be able to pinpoint their location.

A one-ring Spirit Master had discovered two powerhouses of their level.

If this news reached Spirit City, no one would believe it.

The next instant, a pair of pitch-black wing shadows unfurled half an inch behind Su Hang.

The wing shadows did not fully manifest, only their edges slicing through the air, yet an aura of bone-deep dominance surged upward, counter-attacking against the pressure.

At the same time, the Chaos Thunder Shadow Dragon bloodline fully protected its master.

A dragon's roar tore through the night sky.

Ordinary students could not hear it, but Yue Guan and Gui Mei heard it clearly.

The dragon's roar struck directly into their spiritual seas, throwing the Spirit Power within their bodies into chaos.

The phantom of the Exquisite Velvet Sky-Reaching Chrysanthemum trembled violently, and the black mist around Gui Mei was torn open.

Both men retreated half a step simultaneously.

A few petals scattered from beneath Yue Guan's feet, and the blood in his chest churned, nearly causing him to lose his composure on the spot.

"What kind of Spirit is this?"

"Even top-tier dragon-type Spirits do not possess this kind of suppression!"

Gui Mei raised a hand to stop him.

"Withdraw. We cannot test him any further."

Yue Guan did not act tough this time; he retracted his Spirit Power, and the chrysanthemum phantom in mid-air faded away.

"I have seen the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and I have seen the Pope's twin Spirits."

"But the quality of this kid's Spirit is too strange."

"And what was that evil aura?"

Gui Mei stared at Dorm Seven.

"The diary."

Yue Guan was silent for a moment.

The diary in the Pope Palace that could not be destroyed was already enough to prove the point, and now a work-study student who could counter-shock their probe had appeared.

If they truly took action, no one could predict what it might provoke.

If there was a god-level existence standing behind this kid, the two of them would be nothing more than cannon fodder.

"His Holiness the Pope ordered us to keep watch."

Gui Mei spoke again.

"Then we shall only watch."

Yue Guan flicked his sleeves, the playful expression on his face fading slightly.

"Fine, but I have to admit, this kid has some real talent."

"To think a place as small as Notting Academy would hide such a monster."

"The game of Douluo Continent is about to descend into chaos."

Inside Dorm Seven, the pressure dissipated, and the oil lamp flickered back to life.

Wang Sheng and the other work-study students were still sprawled on the floor, foam at their mouths, sleeping quite peacefully.

The spirit ring beneath Su Hang's feet returned into his body, and the shadow of the wings behind him retracted.

He could feel that the outburst just now hadn't been his own doing; his Chaos Thunder Shadow Dragon bloodline had acted automatically to protect its master, and his Dark Demon Evil God Wings had been partially triggered by the external pressure.

This reward was truly top-tier; resisting a probe of that level with only one ring.

Even if it was just a passive counter-shock, if word got out, it would be enough to grind Tang San's Tang Sect hidden weapons into the dirt.

Su Hang looked down behind him; Xiao Wu was still hugging him, showing no intention of letting go.

"It's safe now, can you let go?"

Xiao Wu shook her head, rubbing her face against his back.

"No."

"You scared me to death just now."

"Brother Su Hang, my legs are weak right now, let me hug you for a while."

Su Hang felt a bit helpless; this little rabbit was latching onto him faster than the system notifications.

He patted Xiao Wu's head.

"If you squeeze any harder, you're going to snap my waist."

Xiao Wu loosened her grip just a little, though her hands still clutched his clothes.

"Then I'll be gentler."

"But I'm not staying too far from you."

The system notification chimed right on cue.

[Ding! Detected that Xiao Wu's sense of security regarding the host has increased significantly!]

[Xiao Wu's favorability has stabilized at 40%!]

[Current status: Active reliance, intense leg-hugging, mildly clingy!]

[Tip: The target has identified the host as her highest guarantee of survival; please maintain your persona!]

Su Hang nearly laughed out loud upon hearing that.

Mildly clingy? She was practically treating him like a portable shield.

However, with her favorability stabilized, the reward multiplier was also secure. If he continued writing his diary and spoiling Tang San's treacherous future, her favorability would only climb higher.

Besides, having two people from Spirit Hall acting as free spectators tonight was something he could exploit.

Su Hang looked up at the hole in the roof.

Although he couldn't see them, those two auras hadn't completely vanished; they were still watching.

Then let them watch.

Since Bibi Dong had already seen the diary, she would inevitably hesitate, doubt, and send people to verify the claims.

As long as she started investigating Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, the original timeline would be torn wide open.

When that time came, the power of Spirit Hall might just be turned around to strike at Tang San.

Su Hang walked to the bed and kicked aside the half-collapsed frame.

"We can't stay in this dorm tonight."

Xiao Wu followed him.

"Then where are we going?"

Su Hang looked at the work-study students passed out on the floor, then glanced at the empty corridor outside.

"Isn't Xiao Chenyu quite wealthy?"

"He kicked down our door and scared our classmates unconscious; it wouldn't be excessive to make him compensate us with a better room, would it?"

Xiao Wu blinked, then nodded immediately.

"Not excessive at all!"

"It's perfectly reasonable!"

"Brother Su Hang, you really know how to live frugally."

Su Hang was amused by her.

"Let's go, time to collect rent from the school bully."

Xiao Wu stood by his side, deliberately grabbing his sleeve.

"I'm coming with you."

"From now on, whenever you beat someone up, I'll cheer you on."

Su Hang stepped out of the dilapidated door of Dorm Seven without looking back.

"Then make sure you shout loud enough."

Xiao Wu hopped out after him.

"Brother Su Hang is invincible!"