Dai Mubai: My Fiancée Ran Off and Brought Someone Back to Beat Me Up?

Li Yusong was furious!

But he was only angry for a moment. He could only say irritably, "Aren't you here to enroll? The registration fee is ten Gold Soul Coins!"

Su Chen looked at Xiao Wu. "Finance, settle the bill."

Xiao Wu reluctantly picked out thirty Gold Soul Coins.

Paying money to such a lousy academy was simply the greatest humiliation!

How many spicy rabbit heads could thirty Gold Soul Coins buy?!

After taking the money, Li Yusong's temper improved. He beckoned for the three of them to hold out their hands.

He pinched their bones one by one.

"Mm, all of you are the right age. None over thirteen."

"Come, release your Martial Souls and Soul Rings for me to see."

Li Yusong leaned back in his chair again, putting on the full airs of an esteemed senior. "I'll say it again: Shrek only accepts monsters! If your Soul Ring configuration isn't optimal, then get lost no matter how high your Soul Power is!"

At those words, Su Chen and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance.

One look was all it took to confirm it—they were both in the mood to put on a show.

"Oh, teacher, what should we do?"

Su Chen rubbed his hands together, acting bashful. "Our Soul Ring configuration... really isn't optimal. It's a little too embarrassing to show."

Xiao Wu lowered her head cooperatively, poking her fingers together with a pitiful look. "That's right, that's right. The colors are all wrong. We definitely don't meet the academy's requirements."

"How about you refund the money, and we'll leave right now? Let's just call it making friends."

The corners of Zhu Zhuqing's lips unconsciously curled upward.

They really knew how to act!

Li Yusong's brow twitched.

The three little brats who had beaten Dai Mubai so badly he couldn't get out of bed had poor configurations?

Who were they trying to fool? He didn't believe it!

"It's fine, release them. I've lived this long—what haven't I seen?"

Li Yusong waved a hand, carrying himself like a Grandmaster who embraced all things.

The next second, his old face took an invisible sledgehammer blow.

"Fine, you asked for it."

Xiao Wu rose onto her toes, activating her Martial Soul Possession.

Yellow, purple, purple—three rings pulsed back and forth.

Her second ring was already a thousand-year one!

Li Yusong was so shocked that he nearly slid straight off his chair.

Immediately afterward, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward. The Hell Spirit Cat possessed her, and two yellow hundred-year Soul Rings appeared.

This one was acceptable. At least she was normal.

Just as Li Yusong was about to readjust his posture, Su Chen made his grand finale appearance.

He did not even activate his Martial Soul. He merely stood there calmly as ripples of Soul Power spread beneath his feet.

A yellow halo rose.

Then came an eerie purple one!

Finally came a black halo, deep as ink, as though it could swallow all light.

"A... a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

Li Yusong's voice cracked instantly, shrill as a screaming chicken with its neck stepped on. His eyes bulged wider than brass bells.

What the hell was this thing?!

Hadn't Yu Xiaogang, Grandmaster of the theory world, said that the limit for the third ring was only a little over a thousand years? Hadn't he said the optimal configuration was two yellow and one purple?

This kid had put a black ring directly on his third slot?

Twelve years old! A Three-Ring Soul Elder! And his third ring was a black ten-thousand-year ring!

This was no monster. This was clearly a prehistoric Tyrant Dragon descending to earth for an undercover inspection!

While Li Yusong stood there dumbfounded, Dai Mubai beside him was completely stunned as well.

Dai Mubai had always believed that Xiao Wu, who had displayed such terrifying might at the hotel and kicked him around like a ball with a set of Great Might Heavenly Dragon, was the absolute ace among the three.

He had never imagined that the pretty boy who spent the whole time cracking sunflower seeds, using a loudspeaker for live commentary, and saying outrageously punchable things was the most absurd one of all!

As he stared in shock at that ten-thousand-year black ring, a tremor suddenly rose from the depths of his bloodline.

"This... this is Martial Soul resonance!"

Dai Mubai's gaze snapped toward the cool and aloof girl in black beside him.

Hell Spirit Cat! The Zhu Family of the Star Luo Empire!

His brain short-circuited for a full ten seconds before he finally pieced together a terrifying truth.

This cold, cat-like girl was Zhu Zhuqing, the fiancée he had abandoned in the Star Luo Empire while fleeing for his life alone!

His fiancée had come looking for him.

Before he could be happy for more than a few seconds, something suddenly occurred to him.

A few days ago, right in front of her, he had brought along those twins and shamelessly said that kind of bullshit about "trading"!

Wait, that did not seem to be all.

Dai Mubai finally came back to his senses.

Zhu Zhuqing had checked into the Rose Hotel with that pretty boy.

That day, Xiao Wu had kicked him around like a ball while his fiancée sat nearby cracking seeds and watching the show.

Later, the three of them had even stayed together in a couples' hotel.

He had been cuckolded.

Dai Mubai only felt an enormous green hat descend from the heavens onto his head.

His originally golden hair now glowed green—blindingly green, environmentally friendly green.

Ten thousand alpacas stampeded wildly across the lush green grassland on his forehead.

His fiancée had run off with another man! She had even brought her adulterer here to beat up her rightful husband!

He was lying half-dead in bed after being beaten senseless, while that shameless pair was rolling around in the clouds on his giant waterbed in his private suite!

Having figured everything out, Dai Mubai panted like a bull. Blood vessels crawled across his eyes, and his teeth ground together with loud cracks.

He wanted nothing more than to seize Su Chen right now, tie him to a pillar, and slowly slice him alive ten thousand times!

Even ten thousand times would not be enough!

Li Yusong had no time to care about the impotently furious cuckold behind him. The way he looked at Su Chen was warmer than the way he would look at his own father.

"Genius! Ancestor! Oh, my heavens!"

Li Yusong shoved the broken table aside, forgot even to take his cane, and lunged straight at the three of them.

"What are we still testing for?! Exempted! You can go straight into the final stage without testing!"

He turned and saw Dai Mubai's murderous expression, then barked in disgust, "Mu Bai, what are you going crazy for?! This is yours to handle. Take good care of the students behind them!"

After saying that, he rubbed his hands and bowed as he led Su Chen and the others onward. "Three little ancestors, this way, this way."

"Our academy may be a bit run-down, but our teaching philosophy is absolutely unrivaled in the world!"

Forget refunding the registration fee. Even if he had to pay their tuition out of pocket, even if Flender had to sell blood and kidneys in Suotuo City, he had to keep these two monsters at Shrek.

Dai Mubai stood where he was, watching Su Chen and the others' backs as his lungs nearly exploded with rage.

But he did not dare attack. He truly could not beat them.

As Li Yusong led the three into the village, the scent of meat mixed with a lewd sales cry drifted over.

"Selling sausages! Oscar Brand Sausage, honest prices for young and old alike! A gas station for men, a beauty salon for women!"

A stubbly uncle pushing a shabby little cart blocked the road.

He had peach-blossom eyes, a bird's nest of hair, and a thick beard dense enough to serve as a steel scrubber. He looked at least forty.

When Oscar saw Su Chen's group approaching, his eyes lit up.

"Little brother, want a sausage to replenish your strength?"

Oscar's face practically screamed, "Men understand," as he winked and tried to sell his wares.

Su Chen stopped.

He looked over the greasy little cart, then at the sausages sizzling with oil on the iron rack.

"Brother, are your sausages guaranteed cooked?"

Oscar froze. He had never heard that line before, but he reacted quickly and thumped his chest.

"Absolutely guaranteed cooked! Eat one of my sausages, and climbing six floors in one breath will be effortless!"

At this point, Li Yusong, who was leading the way, could not stand it anymore. The ancestors he had finally recruited might get disgusted and leave.

He frowned. "Oscar! How many times have I told you not to scam your junior brothers and sisters here?!"

"Make another one, if you dare."

Oscar's face fell, and he felt deeply wronged.

Didn't he sell sausages to earn money for the academy? Why was Old Li embarrassing him in front of beautiful girls?

Still, because of Li Yusong's status as a teacher, Oscar could only obey.

With extreme reluctance, he twisted about shyly, raised an orchid finger, and recited the spell that had socially killed him countless times.

"I Have a Big Sausage!"

A steaming sausage appeared in his hand.

Hearing that outrageously brain-polluting line, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing felt their stomachs churn with nausea.

The meat had smelled rather good before, but now that they looked at that long object, they felt their eyes had been defiled.

"Filthy thing!"

Xiao Wu could not suppress her fiery temper. She flew forward with a kick aimed straight at Oscar's kneecap.

"Ah! My dear mother!"

Oscar screamed, clutching his leg and hopping repeatedly in place. The pain nearly brought tears to his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze was cold enough to kill. She retreated three meters and spat out two words. "Pervert."

Oscar felt terribly wronged. Wasn't he just selling sausages?

If they did not want to eat them, then fine. Why did they have to hit him?

Su Chen laughed happily. He took out a Copper Soul Coin, flicked it with his finger, and sent it landing on the cart.

"Nice work. A reward."

With that, he shoved both hands into his pockets and continued forward, leaving Oscar only the back of his head.

Oscar stood in the wind hugging his leg, unable to wrap his head around it.

One copper coin in exchange for a kick.

The price seemed a little too steep!

He bit into the sausage in his hand and thought as he ate.

Those three country bumpkins had no taste at all. They had missed out on god-tier supplies!