Dugu Yan looked at the corpses covering the ground and sighed. "What a pity. Not a single Soul Bone."
"You think Soul Bones grow on cabbage? That you can get one whenever you want?" Qingxi picked up a white wolf that was barely clinging to life and tossed it in front of the Canghui Academy group. "This white wolf is nearly nine hundred years old. It should be enough for the little girl to absorb."
Nothing could escape the Heavenly Spirit Pupil's notice. Looking at the little girl, who had twenty levels of Soul Power but only one Soul Ring, Qingxi could more or less guess why they had risked entering the forest.
"Th-thank you..." the girl said timidly, but didn't dare move.
Qingxi said nothing. She raised her hand, and a faint red lotus appeared in her palm, surrounded by nine leaves.
Specks of golden light fell over everyone. In the blink of an eye, their injuries healed at incredible speed, and even their Soul Power was restored.
"This..." Ye Zhiqiu sensed the abundant Soul Power within him. Even the hidden injuries he'd sustained during the day had healed. He stared, dumbfounded.
Perhaps the younger generation didn't understand, but he knew that even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned across the continent for having the strongest auxiliary Martial Soul, probably couldn't do something like this.
"Thank you, Senior." He bowed solemnly, his manner sincere.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives." The students behind him bowed as well.
"This isn't a place you should be in right now. If you're all right, leave at once."
"Master, let's go." Dugu Yan spread her dragon wings and drifted lazily through the sky. The stench of blood clung to her, so she cast the Dust Cleansing Art to clean herself up.
"Mm." Qingxi nodded and followed her into the sky.
"Senior, please wait. Might I ask your name? I'll repay your kindness someday." Ye Zhiqiu raised a hand, hoping to learn her name so he could return the favor.
But in the blink of an eye, the two were gone.
"Teacher, are you all right?" one of the students asked with concern.
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and gazed in the direction they'd gone. From their voices, they seemed to be two young men. With talent like that...
He looked up at the dark night and sighed. "It seems the title of continent's strongest auxiliary Martial Soul is about to change..."
High above the ground.
"Master, was that flower your Second Martial Soul?" Dugu Yan asked curiously as she flew.
No matter how unbelievable the things that happened around her master were, Dugu Yan would never be surprised.
After all, her master's very existence was the most astonishing thing of all.
"No." Qingxi replied flatly.
"Then what was it? It looked a lot like your true form, though..."
Dugu Yan thought of the Strange Flower in the Ice and Fire Spirit Pool.
"Once your cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the Golden Core inside you will gradually evolve into an infant. Then you can create a clone."
The path Qingxi had chosen was to refine her clone into a True Spirit. It was the faint red lotus that had just appeared.
She kept it nourished within her sea of consciousness.
Qingxi halted mid-flight and raised a hand to stop Dugu Yan. "We're here."
A tavern stood in the distance. Beneath the night sky, only one or two streetlamps lit the way.
"What should we do?"
"Take a Breath Concealing Pill first. Then I'll use a barrier to isolate them one at a time, and use 'Prison Suppressor' to pin them down. Gag them and beat them. We have to make sure we don't alert that level-95 Titled Douluo hiding in the dark."
"Their instructor is at least a Soul Saint. Can your first Soul Skill really—"
At Qingxi's rather unfriendly look, Dugu Yan swallowed the rest of her words.
Her cultivation was still too low for her to conceal her presence completely like Qingxi could, so she needed the Breath Concealing Pill.
After taking the pill, Dugu Yan followed Qingxi and brazenly landed outside Zhao Wuji's window.
At the same time, Zhao Wuji was jolted awake from a dream, suddenly unable to breathe under the weight pressing down on him. He opened his eyes and saw two black-clad figures standing silently at his bedside, staring at him coldly.
The nerve!
Anger surged through him. He tried to unleash his Soul Power and intimidate them, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his own stinking sock was shoved into it.
Qingxi looked down at her hand in disgust. Even with a glove on, it still felt revolting. "Damn, I want to cut this hand off!"
"I can help!" Dugu Yan chimed in cheekily.
Both wore black clothes, their faces wrapped up tight. They'd even altered their voices. Once they left this building, not even a ghost would recognize them.
"You gag the next one," Qingxi said coolly, then slapped Zhao Wuji across the face twice. "That'll teach you to act tough. We brothers specialize in beating the unruly!"
She put so much force into the blows that Zhao Wuji's rugged face was knocked crooked.
"Let me! Let me!" Dugu Yan eagerly moved in. She considerately twisted Zhao Wuji's dislocated jaw back into place, then smacked him across the face several times.
"That's for having your morals all wrong and being raised without a mother. And you call someone else useless? You're the useless one!"
"You worthless piece of trash! Come on! Hit me!"
"Oh, what's this? Can't even fight back? Where's all that swagger from earlier?"
"Hey! A Soul Master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good Soul Master. I'm great, right? I'll slap you to death!"
Watching Dugu Yan curse and slap him in turn, Qingxi shook her head.
Just how long had she been holding this in?
Ah!! I'll kill you!!
Zhao Wuji was so furious his eyes bulged. His old face flushed red as anger surged through him.
He wanted nothing more than to unleash his level-76 Soul Power and hack the two of them to pieces. But his body felt as heavy as a thousand catties, and even his Soul Power was suppressed.
"Let me slap him for a while."
The two took turns slapping him for quite some time. Zhao Wuji lost two teeth, and his face swelled until it looked like a pig's head.
"Next time, remember to be humble!" Qingxi patted his chubby old face. "Come on, next one."
They left the room and went to Ma Hongjun's. To be safe this time, Qingxi added a layer of barrier and illusion to separate the three of them.
Then they did the same thing again.
Before leaving, Dugu Yan gave the unconscious Ma Hongjun two heavy kicks in the crotch.
They left the others alone.
They'd only wanted to beat up those two: one was an old man with no respect for his elders, and the other was a shameless lecher.
Only after the two had gone several miles from the tavern did Qingxi release 'Prison Suppressor'.
"Master, when can I use barriers too? They seem so cool!"
"When you reach the Nascent Soul stage."
"Ah!!! Who was that?! I'll kill you!! Come out! Get out here!!!"
Right after that, Zhao Wuji's furious roar rang out from the tavern. The two could still hear it from far away.
They exchanged a smile, feeling quite a bit better.
"Master, what now?" Dugu Yan asked.
Following her master was so much fun—more fun than being with her teammates. Her master had everything: skill and strength.
"We'll go back to Suotuo City, rent a room, and get a good night's sleep."
The two flew toward Suotuo City.
The next day, just before dawn.
The six members of Shrek got up early and ate breakfast downstairs.
It was well past midmorning when Zhao Wuji finally arrived.
"Pfft... Teacher Zhao, your face..." The six members of Shrek struggled to hold back their laughter.
"Teacher Zhao, what happened to you?" Tang San asked worriedly, looking at Zhao Wuji's face, swollen like a pig's head.
"Laugh it up! Go on, laugh! Keep it up and you'll all run there carrying extra weight!" Zhao Wuji glared fiercely at them. One of his front teeth was missing.
"Pfft!" Xiao Wu couldn't hold back her laughter. Teacher Zhao looked far too ridiculous with a tooth missing.
"Xiao Wu." Tang San shot her a reproachful glance. There was nothing funny about this situation.
"I didn't mean to." Xiao Wu covered her mouth, doing her best not to laugh.
"Teacher Zhao, who could have beaten you so badly?" Tang San asked with concern.
"Hah!" Zhao Wuji gave a cold laugh.
He had no warmth for Tang San at all. A few days ago, Tang San's father had beaten him up, and last night two masked people had slapped him around—and they'd aimed every blow at his face.
"Next time you see those people from Canghui Academy, beat them to a pulp!" Zhao Wuji growled.
His instincts told him that what had happened last night definitely had something to do with Canghui Academy. Better to kill the wrong person than let the guilty go, and he was going to make them pay for the humiliation!
Zhao Wuji touched his face and grimaced in pain.
The six Shrek students nodded. They hadn't expected Canghui Academy to sneak-attack Teacher Zhao in the middle of the night. Absolutely despicable!
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