Slapping Faces is the Best Way to Hit People

Dugu Yan looked at the corpses littering the ground and sighed, "What a waste. There isn't even a single spirit bone."

"Do you think spirit bones are cabbages? They don't just drop whenever you want them to." Qingxi grabbed a dying white wolf 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."

With the Heavenly Spirit Pupil, almost nothing could remain hidden. Looking at the young girl who possessed only one spirit ring despite having twenty levels of spirit power, Qingxi could roughly guess why they had risked entering the forest.

"Th-thank you..." the little girl spoke timidly, not daring to make any sudden moves.

Qingxi said nothing. She raised her hand, and the phantom of a pale red lotus appeared in her palm, surrounded by nine leaves.

Specks of golden light fell upon the group, and in an instant, their injuries healed at an astonishing speed, even their spirit power fully restored.

"This..." Ye Zhiqiu sensed the surging spirit power within his body. Even the internal injuries he had sustained during the day were gone, leaving him dumbfounded.

Perhaps the younger generation didn't understand, but he knew that even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, renowned for having the strongest support-type martial soul on the continent, could not achieve such a feat.

"Many thanks, Senior." He bowed solemnly, his attitude exceptionally sincere.

"Many thanks to Senior for saving our lives," the students behind him also bowed in gratitude.

"This is not a place you should be right now. If you're fine, leave quickly."

"Master, let's go." Dugu Yan flapped her dragon wings, flying leisurely in the sky. The stench of blood on her was too thick, so she cast the Dust Cleansing Art to clean herself up.

"Mm." Qingxi nodded and flew up to join her.

"Senior, wait! May I ask for your name? I will certainly repay this kindness in the future." Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand, hoping to learn their names to repay the debt.

In the blink of an eye, however, the two had vanished without a trace.

"Teacher, are you alright?" a student stepped forward, concerned.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, watching the direction in which the two had disappeared. Judging by their voices, they seemed to be two young men. Such talent...

He looked at the pitch-black night and sighed, "The position of the world's number one support-type martial soul... I'm afraid it's about to change."

Mid-air.

"Master, was that flower just now your second martial soul?" Dugu Yan asked curiously as she flew.

No matter how inconceivable the things that happened to her master were, Dugu Yan was never surprised.

After all, her master's very existence was the most surprising thing of all.

"No," Qingxi replied indifferently.

"Then what was it? It looked quite similar to your true form, Master..."

Dugu Yan recalled the Strange Flower at the Ice and Fire Spirit Pool.

"Once your cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the golden core within your body will gradually evolve into an infant, which can then become a clone."

Qingxi had chosen a path where she refined her clone into a true spirit, which was the pale red lotus phantom from earlier.

She kept it nourished within her sea of consciousness.

Qingxi's flight faltered, and she raised a hand to stop Dugu Yan. "We've arrived."

A restaurant stood not far away; under the cover of night, only one or two street lamps provided illumination.

"What do we do?"

"You take a Breath Concealing Pill first. In a moment, I will use a barrier to isolate them, then use 'Prison Suppressor' to restrain the target. Stuff his mouth and just beat him." She had to ensure they didn't alert the level 95 Title Douluo lurking in the shadows.

"Their instructor is at least a Spirit Saint. Can we really... relying on your first spirit skill?"

Seeing Qingxi's slightly unfriendly gaze, Dugu Yan swallowed her words.

Her current cultivation wasn't high enough to completely hide her aura like Qingxi, so she needed the Breath Concealing Pill.

After taking the pill, Dugu Yan followed Qingxi as they landed swaggeringly outside Zhao Wuji's window.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji, deep in his sleep, suddenly felt a weight pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He snapped his eyes open to see two figures in black standing silently by his bedside, staring at him coldly.

How bold!

Anger flared in his heart. Just as he was about to unleash his spirit power to intimidate them, his mouth was stuffed with his own smelly sock.

Qingxi looked at her hand with disgust. Even though she was wearing gloves, she still felt repulsed. "Damn it, I really want to chop this hand off!"

"I'll help you!" Dugu Yan chimed in cheekily from the side.

The two were dressed in black, their faces completely covered, and they had even altered their voices. Once they left this building, not even a ghost would recognize them.

"You stuff the next one," Qingxi said flatly, raising her hand to slap Zhao Wuji twice across the face. "That's for being arrogant. We brothers specialize in curing all kinds of defiance!"

She used immense force, and the rugged Zhao Wuji's jaw was knocked crooked.

"Let me, let me!" Dugu Yan stepped forward excitedly, considerately twisting Zhao Wuji's dislocated jaw back into place before slapping him across the face several times.

"That's for having twisted values and no upbringing, and calling others trash. I think you're the trash here."

"You piece of trash, come on! Hit me!"

"No way? Seriously? You can't even fight back? Where did that arrogance from earlier go?"

"Oh my! A spirit master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good spirit master. I'm doing you a favor—die, you bastard!!"

Watching Dugu Yan curse while slapping him, Qingxi shook her head.

They must have been holding back so much!

"Ah!! I'm going to kill you!!"

Zhao Wuji was so furious that his eyes were splitting; his weathered face turned beet red as rage surged in his heart.

He wanted nothing more than to unleash his level 76 soul power and hack these two people before him into a thousand 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 until Zhao Wuji lost two teeth and his face swelled up like a pig's head.

"Next time, remember to be humble!" Qingxi patted his chubby, aged face. "Let's go, next one."

The two walked out the door and arrived at Ma Hongjun's room. To be safe, Qingxi specifically cast a layer of barrier and illusion to isolate the three of them.

Then, they repeated the same process.

Before leaving, Dugu Yan kicked the unconscious Ma Hongjun in the crotch twice with a loud thud.

As for the others, the two didn't touch them.

They mainly just wanted to beat these two things: one for being an elder without dignity, and the other for being blinded by lust.

After the two had traveled several miles away from the restaurant, Qingxi finally dispelled the 'Prison Suppressor'.

"Master, when will I be able to use barriers? It feels so cool!"

"You can do it once you reach the Nascent Soul stage."

"Ah!!! Who is it?! I'm going to kill you!! Come out!! Come out!!!"

Immediately after, Zhao Wuji's angry roar erupted from the restaurant, audible to the two of them even from a great distance.

The two exchanged a smile, feeling much better.

"Master, what shall we do next?" Dugu Yan asked.

Following her master was truly fun—even more fun than being with her teammates. She had ability, and she had strength.

"Let's head back to Soto City, get a room, and have a good sleep."

The two flew off in the direction of Soto City.

The next day, at the first light of dawn.

The six members of Shrek woke up early and were eating breakfast downstairs.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Zhao Wuji finally arrived, lagging behind.

"Pfft... Teacher Zhao, your face..." The six Shrek members couldn't help but burst into laughter, struggling to hold it in.

"Teacher Zhao Wuji, what happened to you?" Tang San asked with concern, looking at Zhao Wuji's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"What are you laughing at! Laugh again and you'll all be running with weighted gear!!" Zhao Wuji glared fiercely at the group before him; when he opened his mouth, it was clear he was missing a front tooth.

"Pfft!" Xiao Wu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Teacher Zhao missing a tooth was simply too comical.

"Xiao Wu." Tang San gave her a look of mild reproach. In this situation, there was really nothing to laugh about.

"I didn't mean to." Xiao Wu covered her mouth, trying her best not to laugh out loud.

"Teacher Zhao Wuji, who exactly laid such a heavy hand on you?" Tang San asked with concern.

"Heh!" Zhao Wuji let out a cold sneer.

He had no patience for Tang San at the moment. A few days ago, he had been beaten up by his father, and last night, he had been slapped by two masked people—who specifically targeted his face.

"Next time you see that bunch from Canghui Academy, beat them to death for me!!" Zhao Wuji said viciously.

His intuition told him that last night's incident must have been related to Canghui Academy. Holding the belief that it was better to kill the wrong person than to let one go, he was determined to get his revenge!!

Zhao Wuji touched his face, grimacing in pain.

The six Shrek members nodded. They hadn't expected Canghui Academy to launch a sneak attack on Teacher Zhao at night; it was truly despicable!!