When You're Out, Your Identity is What You Make It (Yan Zu's Recommended Read)

"Get lost!"

Gu Yena barked coldly.

She did not even spare a glance for the man in the red tuxedo holding a rose, her gaze remaining fixed on the half-eaten cake in her hand.

The smile on the man in the red tuxedo froze instantly.

His expression darkened slightly, but as he looked at Gu Yena's breathtaking beauty and icy temperament, his desire for conquest and vanity regained the upper hand, and he suppressed his displeasure.

"Why so much hostility, beautiful lady?"

He cleared his throat, deliberately infusing his tone with a sense of superiority.

"Do you know who I am? I am the First Prince of the Balaque Kingdom, Liu Qingfeng!"

He emphasized the words "First Prince," staring intently at Gu Yena, waiting for a look of astonishment.

However, Gu Yena did not even lift an eyelid.

Off to the side, Yang Teng had nearly laughed out loud the moment Liu Qingfeng announced his background.

He slowly removed the fork from his mouth, a cynical, roguish grin returning to his face.

He took a step forward, planting himself firmly between Gu Yena and Liu Qingfeng, blocking the other man's prying gaze.

"Hey, didn't you hear?"

Yang Teng picked at his ear, his tone lazy yet carrying an unquestionable hardness.

"She told you to get lost. Is your hearing bad, or is your brain broken?"

Liu Qingfeng's face turned completely grim, his eyes glaring viciously at Yang Teng.

He had noticed this youth accompanying Gu Yena earlier, but seeing his plain clothes and young age, he hadn't taken him seriously at all.

Now, seeing Yang Teng dare to talk back to him like this, his anger flared.

"What kind of thing are you? How dare you spout such nonsense in front of this Prince!"

Liu Qingfeng shouted coldly, his soul power beginning to fluctuate.

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way. I don't have time to bicker with a small fry like you!"

"Make me get lost?"

Yang Teng acted as if he had heard the world's greatest joke. He scoffed, the smile on his face gradually fading as his eyes turned sharp.

The faint aura of the Space-Time Divine Dragon began to leak from his body, causing Liu Qingfeng's heart to palpitate.

"I'll count to three."

Yang Teng held up three fingers. His voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying the cold weight of a verdict.

"Three."

Liu Qingfeng shifted his feet. Some greenhorn who had popped out of nowhere dared to threaten him, the dignified First Prince of Balaque?

He laughed in extreme anger, as if watching a clown perform.

"Two."

Yang Teng remained expressionless, retracting one finger.

The mockery on Liu Qingfeng's face deepened. He straightened his tuxedo cuffs as his soul rings slowly emerged beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four soul rings with the optimal configuration pulsed around him, displaying his cultivation level as a Soul Ancestor.

"One."

Yang Teng finished the count, looking at the four soul rings at Liu Qingfeng's feet with a flash of undisguised derision in his eyes.

Showing off your soul rings? he sneered inwardly. Truly ignorant of the heights of the world.

The next moment, a light flashed beneath Yang Teng's feet, and his own soul rings rose.

Purple! Purple! Black!

Two purple and one black—three soul rings. Though he had one fewer in number, the moment that deep, ink-like black ten-thousand-year soul ring appeared, radiating a soul-shaking aura, the air in the dessert shop seemed to freeze instantly!

The customers who had been curiously watching all gasped, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

A ten-thousand-year third ring! What kind of monster was this?!

Many customers turned pale, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire. They lowered their heads and hurried to pay their bills, fleeing the shop without even daring to watch the spectacle.

The mockery and superiority on Liu Qingfeng's face froze completely, replaced by immense astonishment and a tremor of uncontrollable fear.

His four optimally configured soul rings looked like mayflies trying to shake a tree in the face of Yang Teng's purple-purple-black setup.

The pressure radiating from that black soul ring, in particular, made even him, a Soul Ancestor, feel a shudder deep within his soul.

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

Liu Qingfeng's voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling. He stared fixedly at Yang Teng, his eyes filled with suspicion and dread.

"The Balaque Kingdom has no one like you!"

Yang Teng felt it was ridiculous, but then an idea seemed to strike him, and he smiled slightly.

He retracted his spirit rings, and the oppressive aura vanished, though his gaze remained sharp.

He stepped forward, nearly pressing his face against Liu Qingfeng's, and spoke word by word, his voice filled with arrogance and provocation.

"Listen well! My name is Tang San, and I come from Shrek Academy in Heaven Dou City!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "Shrek Academy."

"Not convinced? If you have the guts, come find me at Shrek Academy! I'll be waiting anytime!"

Without waiting for Xue Luochuan to react, he gave a seemingly casual shove with his shoulder.

Liu Qingfeng felt a force like that of a spirit beast strike him, and losing his footing, he stumbled back several steps.

Yang Teng grabbed Gu Yena's wrist and strode away without looking back, leaving behind only an incredibly arrogant silhouette.

Liu Qingfeng steadied himself and watched the two disappear around the street corner, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with shame, anger, and resentment.

"Tang San! Shrek Academy!"

He squeezed the words out through his teeth.

"Fine! What a small world!"

He naturally knew of Shrek Academy; Flender of Shrek had visited the palace several times in the past. He would remember this debt.

Walking toward the Spirit Hall branch, Gu Yena finally recovered from the small scene that had just unfolded.

Her eyes held clear confusion as she occasionally glanced at the youth beside her, who had returned to his lazy demeanor.

Yang Teng noticed her gaze and chuckled.

"What's wrong, Xiao Na? Were you charmed by my overwhelming dominance just now?"

Gu Yena rolled her eyes at him, her cold voice ringing out.

"Why did you say your name was Tang San and that you were from Shrek Academy?"

Yang Teng shrugged, looking as if it were a matter of course.

"Xiao Na, today I shall teach you a golden rule for wandering the world."

He stopped, turned to face Gu Yena, and lowered his voice.

"When you're out and about, your identity is whatever you choose to give yourself!"

Gu Yena blinked her silver eyes, not quite understanding.

Yang Teng explained patiently.

"Look, that idiot prince clearly has an unusual status, and there might be trouble later. If I gave my real name, wouldn't I be bringing that trouble onto myself and Tianshui Academy?"

"But if I make up a formidable fake identity and shift the blame to Shrek Academy, far away in Heaven Dou City, even if he wants revenge, he'll have to deal with Shrek first."

"This is called diverting the disaster and shedding the skin like a cicada! Understand?"

After hearing this, a flash of realization crossed Gu Yena's silver eyes, followed by a strange look as she sized Yang Teng up, as if seeing him for the first time.

She had thought this guy was just strong, thick-skinned, and a bit clever, but she hadn't expected him to have such a "devious" side.

Yet, in the human world, this approach did seem quite effective.

"This is strategy," Yang Teng added, lifting his chin triumphantly.

The two said no more and soon arrived at the Spirit Hall branch in Balak Royal City.

Yang Teng directly produced the token Qian Renxue had given him, which bore the character "Xue" and a relief of a Six-Winged Angel.

Once the token appeared, the guards and reception staff at the branch immediately became incredibly respectful. Soon, a middle-aged deacon who appeared to be in charge came out personally to welcome them and invited them into a VIP room.

"I didn't realize two distinguished guests were visiting. How may Spirit Hall be of service?"

The middle-aged deacon was humble, his gaze sweeping over Yang Teng and Gu Yena, lingering for a moment on Gu Yena's stunning beauty, which left him inwardly amazed.

Yang Teng spoke directly: "I need to purchase a batch of Whale Glue."

"Whale Glue?"

Upon hearing this, the professional smile on the middle-aged deacon's face faltered, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He couldn't help but look at Yang Teng more closely, then glanced at the quiet, cold-tempered Gu Yena sitting to the side.

Whale Glue was mostly purchased in large quantities by young nobles, and its well-known "other" effect was the primary goal.

It was a top-tier aphrodisiac and stimulant, often used for bedroom pleasures, and was said to have extraordinary effects.

The youth before him wasn't old, yet he was accompanied by such a stunning beauty and was asking to buy Whale Glue.

The middle-aged deacon understood immediately and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Tsk, young people really have great stamina!"

However, he didn't show it on his face and maintained his respectful attitude.

He cleared his throat and confirmed, "May I ask, how much do you require?"

Yang Teng held up five fingers and gave them a shake. "Let's start with five thousand."

"Fi... five thousand?!"

The middle-aged deacon was truly shocked this time, nearly losing his composure.

This kid... even if he used them every day, he couldn't possibly need that many!

Yang Teng frowned as he watched the man's stunned expression.

"What, is there a problem?"

"I can provide them, of course I can!"

The middle-aged deacon hurriedly composed himself. Regardless of what someone might want with so much Whale Glue, he could not afford to offend the holder of an Elder Hall Young Master Token.

"It is simply a large quantity that will require some time to gather. May I ask when you need them?"

"The sooner the better. Money is no object."

He patted his bulging Storage Soul Tool, which was filled with the "blood and sweat money" he had won at the Soul Fighting Arena.

The person in charge nodded. As he backed out to make arrangements, he couldn't help but glance back at the striking young man and woman in the room, shaking his head as that same exclamation surfaced in his mind once more.

"The bodies of the young... are truly something else!"