We won?
They actually won!
Xie Xie collapsed to the ground, his hands trembling slightly after nearly stabbing Wu Zhangkong between the legs.
With Qian Jue's planning and support, a group of Soul Masters barely above level ten had actually defeated Wu Zhangkong.
Even if Teacher Wu had only been in his four-ring state, he was still a graduate of Shrek Academy!
Feeling the surging power within him, Xie Xie secretly made up his mind.
The one who lived closest got the first bite—he had to make a move on this incredible ace support as soon as possible.
What should he do?
Should he go up and ask if they could be friends? Or take Qian Jue home during the holidays and introduce him to a few older and younger female cousins?
No, no. Besides girls, he had to give him some nice gifts...
While he was still thinking, Qian Jue came over at some point and pulled him to his feet. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze:
"Not bad. You just didn't protect yourself well enough. Look, you've scraped your knee."
Then Qian Jue crouched down, took a bandage from his pocket, and carefully covered the wound on Xie Xie's knee.
Xie Xie stood there, stunned, his eyes turning red without him realizing it.
Under the influence of his Martial Soul, Qian Jue's gentle figure overlapped with the image of his mother in his memories.
It was the feeling of having a mother.
His mother had died young, and his father was always busy with family affairs, rarely home. It had been a very, very long time since he had felt this kind of tenderness.
Qian Jue was a man who could become my mother!
And he'd actually been thinking of scheming against him. He was awful.
Xie Xie suddenly wanted to slap himself twice.
Why choose between his older and younger female cousins? He'd introduce them all to Qian Jue. And if that still wasn't enough, he could include himself too!
"Ma... Brother Qian, from now on, I'm your little brother. I'd go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
Hearing Xie Xie's heartfelt declaration, Qian Jue gave an awkward smile.
Come on, it was just a little help treating a wound. Was there any need to get so emotional?
Never mind. As long as he could raise Xie Xie's favorability, he'd call it a success.
Qian Jue silently sensed the two Martial Souls within Xie Xie. His dragon bloodline was thin, but high-quality.
If he got Xie Xie to cultivate with him in the future, the odds of him evolving into a Space-Time Dragon would probably increase significantly.
Xie Xie was just about to say something when a sudden surge of people forcibly squeezed him away.
"Wow, little brother, you're so cute! We'll be classmates from now on~"
"I'm an upperclasswoman. You can come to me if you ever need anything."
"You're only this young and already level twenty-one? That's amazing! Maybe you can make the Youth Genius Ranking!"
After the battle, the girls who had been watching from the sidelines rushed over and surrounded Qian Jue, chattering as they tried to strike up a conversation.
His striking looks had already drawn plenty of attention, and his delicate, gentle appearance easily awakened the motherly instincts hidden in girls' hearts.
Then there was the calm command he'd shown in the face of danger during the battle, which contrasted sharply with his appearance and made him all the more charming.
On Douluo Continent, known as the continent of romance, it was hard not to hit the mark with a whole crowd of people.
"Everyone, move!"
Gu Yue cried out and promptly took Qian Jue by the hand, leading him away from the scene.
Those twittering girls could forget about stealing him from her!
Not far away, Wu Zhangkong watched the lively crowd, the chill prickling his back not yet gone. His expression shifted several times.
In the end, he could only sigh.
No matter what, he had at least seen Qian Jue and Gu Yue's abilities. In this little city of Eastsea, they were undoubtedly among the best.
"Quiet down. It's class time."
The moment the aloof male idol spoke, most of the girls surrounding Qian Jue scattered.
They'd just witnessed their idol's embarrassing moment, but Wu Zhangkong hadn't been disfigured or anything. Among these girls, who judged by looks, he still commanded plenty of respect.
Once the crowd had dispersed
"Take a twenty-minute break. Qian Jue and Gu Yue, you'll do physical training together later."
"I'll go buy you uniforms and get your dorm keys ready."
Here it came—the running exercise passed down through Shrek's ten-thousand-year legacy, something everyone had to experience at least once!
"Teacher, I'm a support-type Soul Master. I don't have to run, do I?"
Even when reading about it, Qian Jue had thought this method was ridiculous. Now that he'd become a support-type Battle Soul Master, he disliked it even more.
In a normal world, it was perfectly reasonable for everyone to go running and get some exercise. But this world had Martial Souls! Even Battle Soul Masters differed in physical conditioning, let alone support-type Soul Masters.
Ignoring individual differences and cranking the intensity up to the max wouldn't help anyone get stronger. It might even leave a whole batch of people injured.
And Shrek Academy had been doing this for twenty thousand years?
That was because they only recruited monsters. Their basic physical conditioning was already high, so Shrek could do whatever it wanted and someone would still come out of it fine.
Wu Zhangkong furrowed his brow slightly and said coldly, "On the battlefield, the enemy won't care whether you're a support-type Soul Master."
Qian Jue shrugged helplessly. "But I can fly."
"You can fly?"
Wu Zhangkong was momentarily stunned. That Dragon Rising Pillar didn't look like a Martial Soul that could fly.
Seeing was believing. Qian Jue summoned the Dragon Rising Pillar, plopped himself down on it, and with a thought, flew off on the pillar, rising straight into the sky.
As if a treasure of the dragon clan couldn't fly!
Watching Qian Jue hover in midair, Wu Zhangkong felt as if ten thousand mud horses were galloping through his heart.
That weapon Martial Soul was incredible. He was convinced.
After witnessing the versatility of Qian Jue's Martial Soul, Wu Zhangkong decided to make an exception and went off to get uniforms for the two of them.
"Teacher Wu, Xiao Qian and I live outside the academy, so there's no need to trouble yourself with the keys," Gu Yue said.
Wu Zhangkong stopped. He didn't ask any questions, only nodded in agreement.
"That takes care of enrollment. After class, let's go to your maternal grandparents' house together, Xiao Qian," Gu Yue said softly, the corners of her mouth lifting.
She didn't want Qian Jue staying in some dormitory.
Her junior brother was supposed to sleep with his senior sister. That was what a proper senior-and-junior relationship looked like.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, meanwhile, looked a little disappointed.
"Aw, I thought I'd get to meditate with the boss."
"Hmph. You bunch of weaklings don't know enough to focus on cultivating, and you still want to disturb my junior brother's cultivation in the middle of the night?"
Gu Yue mocked them. Of everyone there, she disliked the Golden Dragon King most, followed by this guy named Xie Xie.
How could Xie Xie put up with Gu Yue's mockery?
Who did she think she was? Qian Jue's mother?
"Hey, what kind of senior sister is older than her junior brother, has a lower cultivation level, and isn't even as good-looking as him?"
"You!"
Watching the two of them argue, Qian Jue smiled with satisfaction.
That was right. This was the story he knew from the original!
Qian Jue watched Gu Yue and Xie Xie arguing, while Tang Wulin watched Qian Jue.
He had wanted to spend more time with Qian Jue, to see if he could awaken that state again.
That vicious, savage state, brimming with power—it had felt even more intense and exhilarating than when he'd defeated Xie Xie earlier.
But learning that Qian Jue wouldn't be living at the academy left him feeling a little disappointed.
Tang Wulin looked up at Gu Yue and, for the first time, thought Xie Xie was right.
This Gu Yue had a seriously rotten conscience.