Don't be discouraged, I will let Shrek Academy catch up to our Body Sect.

Mu Ye had been standing at the school gate for quite a while.

He grabbed a passing student, "Classmate, do you know Xiao Mu? I have business with him."

The student glanced at him, frowned, and walked around him.

Mu Ye grabbed another one. As soon as the person heard the name "Xiao Mu," they were scared off immediately.

People came and went all around, occasionally casting a glance before quickly looking away.

No one paid him any mind.

The dignified Sect Master of the Body Sect was left hanging at the school gate just like that.

When Xiao Mu walked out, Mu Ye was just about to grab someone else to ask.

He had seen photos of Xiao Mu, so upon seeing the person, Mu Ye pulled his hand back.

"Xiao Mu, it's you. Let me introduce myself, I am Mu Ye, the Sect Master of the Body Sect."

"The Body Sect? Why are you looking for me?"

"Someone from the Spirit Pagoda told me you have a Body Martial Soul and innate full soul power. No matter what, I have to get you to join the Body Sect."

"Joining the Body Sect is fine. But will it restrict my freedom? I still have research to do, and I'm not particularly good at fighting."

Hearing this, Mu Ye was stunned. If this level of combat ability was considered "not good at fighting," then what was the standard for being good at it?

A humanoid fierce beast?

"That naturally won't happen. The Body Sect is no longer what it was ten thousand years ago, and many secret techniques have been lost. This is just a nominal affiliation. Just do your best to contribute when the Body Sect is in trouble."

Mu Ye sighed deeply, reminiscing about the past when the Body Sect was a super power comparable to Shrek Academy.

"Don't be discouraged, I will make Shrek Academy catch up to our Body Sect," Xiao Mu said in a flat tone.

"Xiao Mu, did you misspeak?" Mu Ye didn't understand.

"I didn't misspeak. As long as I find a way to dig up the foundation of Shrek Academy, that's it!" Xiao Mu's voice was calm. Once he figured out how to dig up the Golden Ancient Tree, Shrek Academy's foundation would be gone.

A crane wasn't a problem; he just needed to build a larger spaceship. He only needed to solve the issues of energy and propulsion.

The only problem was that people like Yun Ming were a bit of a nuisance.

Damn it, couldn't the Ghost Emperor have been more precise when he exploded? He should have left something useful behind.

"You have ambition, but you'll need to reach Limit Douluo in the future to achieve that," Mu Ye commented.

"That's not necessarily true." Xiao Mu's voice was leisurely, and he suddenly asked, "Did you come to find me just to have me join the Body Sect?"

"No, there's also helping you with the secondary awakening of your Martial Soul," Mu Ye said directly.

"It will take a long time, won't it?"

"It won't be short."

"Then let's go straight to my house; you'll have to ask in person."

"That is only right."

As he spoke, Mu Ye unlocked his red car. The three of them climbed in, the engine started, and the car turned off the school road, driving toward the address Xiao Mu provided.

Outside the car window, streets and buildings retreated rapidly.

Meanwhile, in the villa area where Xiao Mu lived, a battle was nearing its end.

A figure flew backward, slammed into the ground, and became embedded in the soil, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Qiangu Dongfeng scrambled up from the ground, his chest heaving violently. His soul power barrier flickered and shattered repeatedly, as if suppressed by something.

His Martial Soul let out a low whimper within his body, not daring to fully manifest.

A person stood opposite him.

Xiao Ming stood on the steps in front of the villa, holding a Tang Dao. A dull, dark light flowed over the blade, as if it were swallowing all the light that touched it.

He wasn't even wearing his Battle Armor, just casual black loungewear with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a pale limb.

A Black Sun rotated slowly behind him.

The Black Sun had no temperature; instead, it made the surrounding air as cold as deep winter. Light bent as it approached, as if being pulled into a bottomless abyss.

Qiangu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, swinging his Coiling Dragon Staff with fierce momentum. There was only one core to Qiangu Dongfeng's path—to fight the heavens and the earth.

No retreating, no avoiding, no flinching.

"Again."

He exerted sudden force through his feet, cracking the ground as he launched himself three zhang into the air.

The Coiling Dragon Staff rotated half a circle above his head, smashing down with the force of ten thousand jun. The air was split by the staff, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Xiao Ming raised his blade, the edge colliding with the staff.

In that instant, the dragon shadow coiled around the Coiling Dragon Staff dissipated as if it had sunk into the sea, seemingly having all its power sucked away by something.

Qiangu Dongfeng used the momentum to backflip, the Coiling Dragon Staff spinning in his hands as a second strike arrived. The staff's momentum was like a wild dragon whipping its tail, sweeping toward Xiao Ming's waist and abdomen. Where the staff passed, the stone slabs on the ground were ripped away by the wind pressure, exploding into fragments in the air.

Xiao Ming didn't even move his feet. He flicked the Tang Dao from bottom to top, the tip of the blade striking the dragon head at the very center of the staff.

The giant dragon let out a mournful cry, the entire Coiling Dragon Staff shuddered violently, and the webbing between Qiangu Dongfeng's thumb and forefinger split open, nearly causing him to lose his grip.

"Impossible—" Qiangu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, pouring his soul power into the staff as if it were worthless. Golden light surged from the Coiling Dragon Staff, and the dragon silhouette detached itself from the shaft, transforming into a meteor that slammed toward Xiao Ming.

The Black Sun behind Xiao Ming slowly rotated once.

The giant dragon entered the domain, its speed plummeting as if it had fallen into an invisible swamp.

It took only three seconds for the light on its body to fade from brilliant to dim, and then it began to dissolve—the dragon head, the dragon body, the dragon tail, crumbling section by section until they turned into infinitely small specks, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.

Any attack that entered Xiao Ming's domain would be absorbed by the Black Sun and eventually reduced to nothing.

Two broken mechanics in one family.

Xiao Ming walked down the steps, moving toward Qiangu Dongfeng one step at a time. The Tang Dao in his hand dragged along the ground, the tip of the blade carving a thin, long crack into the stone floor.

The Black Sun moved with him, swallowing all the light that shone upon him.

Qiangu Dongfeng roared, holding nothing back. The Coiling Dragon Staff grew in the wind, transforming into a three-zhang-tall pillar, and the dragon silhouette on the staff detached completely, manifesting as a giant dragon.

The dragon head held high, its eyes crimson, it let out a roar that shook the heavens.

Qiangu Dongfeng took a step forward, man and dragon merging, staff and man becoming one.

This strike descended from the sky.

Xiao Ming raised his head, watching the falling giant dragon and the massive staff.

He gripped the blade with one hand and slashed upward.

The Black Sun suddenly contracted, merging into the edge of the Tang Dao. As that strike was unleashed, a razor-thin black line lit up on the blade, so thin it was almost invisible, as if the very fabric of space had been torn open.

The black blade aura left the edge, slicing through the air; wherever it passed, all color was drained away, leaving only pure black and white.

The giant dragon was severed by a single strike. From head to tail, it was sliced neatly into two halves. The dragon silhouette froze in mid-air for a moment before exploding with a boom, turning into a sky full of golden light specks.

Qiangu Dongfeng fell backward onto the ground, a blade mark appearing on his chest, extending from his right shoulder to his left rib.

Xiao Ming stood beside him, the tip of the Tang Dao hovering three inches from Qiangu Dongfeng's throat.

"Using the Coiling Dragon Staff!"

"Which junior of your Qiangu Family dares to come to my house and cause trouble!"

Qiangu Dongfeng did not speak, his Adam's apple bobbing once. He had no idea that the Federation was hiding someone like this—someone who could suppress him without even wearing Battle Armor.

In the distance, Xiao Mu had seen the battle from afar, and the expression on his face could no longer be contained.

With this kind of strength, he could have been even more arrogant.

He had been far too low-key before.