The Princess's Fury! This Isn't an Academy, It's Clearly a Thieves' Den!

The setting sun cast a long, distorted shadow from the dilapidated wooden gate of Shrek Academy.

The air was thick with the cloying, sweet stench of cheap grease catalyzed by soul power. It should have been appetizing, but at this moment, it felt like an invisible slime that made every woman present feel a wave of nausea.

Oscar was currently in a state of extreme self-satisfaction.

He pushed his creaky little wooden cart, his youthful face—mostly obscured by a thick beard—etched with the shrewdness of a successful merchant.

He watched Tang San gulping down the food and thought smugly to himself:

Look at that, this is what you call a reputation!

Even a peerless genius like him has to rely on my sausages to recover. My position as the number one supplier of Shrek is secure.

His gaze swept across the area and locked precisely onto Ning Rongrong, who stood at the front, radiating the most noble and luxurious aura.

In his eyes, this young girl in a sky-blue dress with skin as fair as snow was nothing less than a walking gold mine.

"Hehe, beautiful young lady."

Oscar rubbed his hands together, flashing what he considered a highly approachable smile. He even puffed out his chest, letting his two yellow Soul Rings bob in the air for a few extra seconds.

"Judging by your temperament, you must come from a prestigious family. That great battle just now was spectacular, but it must have rattled your spirit, right?"

He reached into his cart and pulled out another steaming sausage that emitted an indescribable odor. Combined with his earlier soul incantation, "I Have a Sausage," the gesture appeared particularly lecherous in the eyes of the women present.

"Come on, don't be shy. Why not try one of my premium Recovery Sausages? It's only five Copper Soul Coins."

Oscar lowered his voice, speaking in a coaxing tone.

"My sausage doesn't just recover soul power. Most importantly, because of my unique talent, it contains pure life essence. If a girl eats this, her skin will become even more rosy and delicate—it's a hundred times better than any rouge or powder on the market!"

As he spoke, Oscar deliberately pushed the sausage closer to Ning Rongrong.

Under normal circumstances, as an auxiliary-type soul master, Oscar's half-joking sales pitch might only have drawn a few eye-rolls.

But today, standing before him was Ning Rongrong, whose mind had been completely conquered by Su Yun and whose favorability toward Shrek Academy had plummeted to freezing point.

Most importantly, Ning Rongrong had seen everything clearly in her Diary Copy.

Su Yun had written that this soul incantation contained extremely vulgar psychological suggestions, and only a bumpkin like Tang San, who would stop at nothing to get stronger and lacked all sense of refinement, would swallow it so willingly.

Ning Rongrong looked at the viscous, steaming sausage waving in front of her face and thought back to Oscar's lecherous incantation. A surge of blood rushed straight to her head.

In that moment, the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess and her physiological disgust as a woman erupted like a volcano!

"Get lost!!!"

Ning Rongrong shrieked. Her voice was crisp but filled with an angry, piercing power that startled the birds in the trees, sending them fluttering away in a panic.

She swung her arm violently, as if shooing away a fly, her eyes filled with extreme loathing and disgust as she looked at Oscar.

"Take your disgusting, filthy thing away! Stay away from me! You pervert!"

The smile on Oscar's face froze instantly.

He had been pushing his cart for years, and being rejected by girls was a common occurrence; after all, the incantations of a food-type soul master were indeed a bit awkward.

But he never expected that this seemingly gentle and lovely noble girl would explode with such intense hatred. That look in her eyes was as if she were staring at a piece of rotting meat crawled out of a sewer.

"Uh... miss, is there some kind of misunderstanding? It really is just a spell..."

"Misunderstanding? What is there to misunderstand!"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, trembling slightly with rage.

She pointed at Oscar's nose, then spun around, her slender finger tracing the broken walls of Shrek Academy before settling on the rickety Shrek plaque.

"This is what you call a Monster Academy? This is the 'style' you're so proud of?"

Ning Rongrong's voice, amplified by her soul power, reached everyone's ears. Every word felt like a lash against a corpse.

"I actually held a shred of expectation, wanting to see what these so-called monsters looked like. Now I see clearly!"

"The teacher is a bandit! That Zhao Wuji, bullying the weak with his Soul Saint cultivation, only to be beaten into a dying dog in ten moves—he has completely disgraced the name of soul masters!"

Lying in the crater, Zhao Wuji's face twitched as he heard this, and another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"The students are treacherous villains!"

Ning Rongrong's gaze swept toward Tang San, who was still eating the sausage. The disdain in her eyes was almost tangible.

"You shoot hidden arrows when you can't win, and after your sneak attack fails, you sit here eating this disgusting thing. Tang San, do you have any shame left? Someone like you is worthy of talking about being a 'strong' person?"

Tang San had just swallowed a mouthful of sausage when he heard this. It felt like a branding iron stuck in his throat, neither coming up nor going down, and his face turned a bruised purple.

"And you!"

Ning Rongrong finally looked at Oscar, her eyes filled with revulsion.

"A pervert whose soul incantation is full of vulgar suggestions, and you have the audacity to try and sell this to me? Even a pig would find your stuff too dirty to eat!"

"I don't want to stay in this trash heap for even one more second—a place that harbors filth, has twisted values, and doesn't even know the meaning of basic respect! Disgusting! It's absolutely disgusting!"

After her outburst, Ning Rongrong's chest heaved with emotion. She turned away, never glancing at anyone from Shrek again, and walked straight toward Su Yun.

In that moment, the look in her eyes shifted instantly from an angry lioness to a wronged kitten.

Su Yun stood to the side with a smile on his lips. With a snap, he closed his folding fan, the crisp sound acting as the perfect final note to Ning Rongrong's speech.

"Well said."

Su Yun clapped his hands slowly and deliberately, each sound like salt rubbed into the wounds of the Shrek group.

"Rongrong's words are truly deafening. This so-called Shrek, while appearing to be 'monsters' on the surface, is nothing more than a den of losers cast aside by the mainstream soul master world. They are unable to accept their obscurity, so they gather together to lick each other's wounds while scamming commoners out of their Gold Soul Coins."

Su Yun walked over to Ning Rongrong and patted her shoulder with natural ease, his tone gentle yet filled with the dominance of one who held the entire situation in his grasp.

"A place like this is truly unworthy of your presence. Let's go; I'll take you to the best restaurant in Suotuo City to cleanse your eyes and ears."

Just then, the Diary in Su Yun's pocket began to flip its pages automatically, lines of golden text appearing in a frenzy due to the drastic shift in causality.

[Satisfying! Absolutely satisfying!]

[Ning Rongrong's outburst basically ripped Shrek's underwear off and burned it in public.]

[In the original story, she would have been subtly brainwashed by this group of 'monsters' and eventually become their vassal. But now, thanks to my Diary's intervention, she has seen their true faces ahead of time.]

[Zhao Wuji's banditry, Tang San's sinister nature, Oscar's sleaziness... these things that were originally whitewashed as 'personality' have now become fatal stains in Rongrong's eyes.]

[Causality Judgment: Shrek Academy's reputation has completely collapsed, and 30% of its Luck Value has been lost!]

[Oh, Tang San, Tang San, as you look at that half-eaten sausage in your hand, does it suddenly smell like excrement?]

[For that tiny bit of soul power recovery, you've thrown away the last shred of dignity you had as a protagonist. In the hearts of those three girls, you have been permanently nailed to the pillar of shame as a 'sleazy villain.']

[As for Oscar, hey, brother, your 'Big Sausage' dream has been completely shattered today.]

The moment the Diary updated, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing received the feedback simultaneously.

Looking at Su Yun's praise for her in the Diary, Ning Rongrong's grievances instantly vanished, replaced by a sense of accomplishment that she had done the right thing.

She took the initiative to hook her arm into Su Yun's other arm and spat toward the Shrek gate in a provocative gesture.

Meanwhile, Tang San stood there clutching the remaining half of the sausage, caught in a dilemma.

The meat aroma, which had originally carried a faint salty scent, suddenly became nauseating under the weight of Ning Rongrong's venomous tongue, which had claimed even pigs would find it dirty.

He could even feel the surrounding commoners looking at him with the same disdain one might reserve for an "accomplice to a pervert."

"Ugh... blech!"

Tang San finally couldn't hold it back; he doubled over and vomited the sausage he had just eaten, along with bitter bile.

His face was as pale as paper. Between the shock from his Hidden Weapon being reflected back at him and the current psychological blow, he swayed unsteadily.

Yu Xiaogang watched it all, feeling as if the world were spinning.

The Shrek glory he had painstakingly cultivated and the direct disciple he was so proud of had been turned into an utter farce by Su Yun's machinations!