Won

They won?

They had actually won!

Xie Xie slumped onto the ground, his hands—which had nearly stabbed into Wu Zhangkong's crotch just moments ago—trembling slightly.

Under Qian Jue's scheduling and support, a group of Soul Masters at only the teens-level had actually defeated Wu Zhangkong.

Even though it was only Wu Zhangkong in a four-ring state, one had to remember that this man was a graduate of Shrek Academy!

Feeling the surging power within his body, Xie Xie secretly made up his mind.

He who is close to the water enjoys the moon first; such an incredible ace support must be secured as soon as possible.

What should he do in a moment?

Take the initiative to say hello and ask if they could be friends? Bring Qian Jue home during the holidays and introduce a few cousins to him?

No, no, besides the girls, he also had to give some good gifts...

While he was lost in thought, Qian Jue walked over at some point and pulled him up from the ground, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze:

"Well done, though you didn't pay enough attention to your own defense. Look, you've even scraped your knee."

Then, Qian Jue crouched down, took a bandage from his pocket, and carefully applied it to the wound on his knee.

Xie Xie froze in place, his eyes involuntarily turning red.

Under the influence of his Martial Soul, Qian Jue's gentle posture actually overlapped with the image of his mother in his memories.

It was the scent of a mother.

His mother had passed away early, and his father was always busy with family affairs and rarely home; he hadn't felt this kind of tenderness in a very, very long time.

Qian Jue is the man who could be my mother!

To think he had actually been planning to scheme against him—he was truly damned.

Xie Xie suddenly wanted to slap himself twice.

Why bother picking and choosing cousins? He would introduce all of them to Qian Jue, and if that wasn't enough, he wouldn't mind throwing himself into the mix!

"Mom... Brother Qian, from now on, I am your little brother. I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."

Hearing this heartfelt declaration from Xie Xie, Qian Jue smiled awkwardly.

Bro, it's just a bit of help with a wound, is there any need to be this moved?

Forget it, as long as the favorability rating goes up, it counts as a success.

Qian Jue silently sensed the two Martial Souls within Xie Xie; the dragon-type bloodline was thin but high in quality.

If he dragged him along to cultivate in the future, the probability of evolving into a Space-Time Dragon would likely increase significantly.

Just as Xie Xie was about to say something, he was shoved aside by a sudden surge of people.

"Wow, little brother, you look so cute! We'll be classmates from now on~"

"I'm a senior, you can come find me if you need anything."

"You're already level twenty-one at such a young age? That's so impressive, you might even make it onto the Youth Genius Ranking!"

After the battle ended, the female students watching from the sidelines all ran over, surrounding Qian Jue and chattering away as they tried to strike up a conversation.

He was already highly sought after due to his outstanding appearance, and his seemingly delicate and fragile demeanor easily stirred the hidden maternal instincts of the girls.

Furthermore, his calm and collected command during the battle created a sharp, charming contrast with his exterior.

In the Douluo Continent, known as the Continent of Romance, it was hard not to hit the sweet spot for a crowd of people.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Gu Yue let out a sharp cry and decisively grabbed Qian Jue's hand, pulling him away from the scene.

These chirping birds shouldn't even think about snatching him away from her!

Not far away, Wu Zhangkong, whose back still felt the chill of that piercing gaze, looked at the bustling crowd with a shifting expression.

In the end, he sighed.

Regardless, he had at least witnessed the strength of Qian Jue and Gu Yue; in this small East Sea City, they could certainly be called top-tier.

"Quiet, it's class time now."

As soon as the cold, arrogant god spoke, more than half of the girls surrounding Qian Jue scattered immediately.

Although they had just witnessed the god's embarrassing moment, Wu Zhangkong hadn't been disfigured, and among these girls whose values followed their aesthetics, he still held great authority.

After the crowd dispersed:

"Rest for twenty minutes. Qian Jue and Gu Yue, you will be doing physical training later."

"I'm going to purchase your uniforms and prepare your dormitory keys."

Here it comes, the ten-thousand-year tradition of Shrek, the running exercise method that one simply has to experience!

"Teacher, I'm a support type, so I shouldn't have to run, right?"

When he was reading the book, Qian Jue had already felt this method was speechless, and after becoming a support-type Battle Soul Master, he hated it even more.

It is perfectly reasonable for people in a normal world to run and exercise together, but this world has things like Martial Souls. Even among Battle Soul Masters, there are differences in physical constitution, let alone for Support-type ones.

Ignoring individual differences in physical quality and pushing intensity to the max from the start would not only fail to achieve any training effect, but it might even cripple a batch of students.

As for Shrek Academy doing it this way for twenty thousand years?

That is only because they only recruit monsters. With their high base physical quality, they could mess around however they liked and still produce successful graduates.

Wu Zhangkong frowned slightly and said coldly, "On the battlefield, the enemy will not care whether or not you are a Support-type Soul Master."

Qian Jue shrugged and said helplessly, "But I can fly."

"You can fly?"

Wu Zhangkong was slightly stunned. No matter how he looked at it, this Dragon Rising Pillar did not seem like a Martial Soul capable of flight.

Facts speak louder than words. Qian Jue directly summoned the Dragon Rising Pillar, sat his butt down on it, and with a thought, he rode the pillar into the air, ascending on the spot.

Are you kidding? A treasure of the Dragon Clan that cannot fly?

Watching Qian Jue hovering in mid-air, Wu Zhangkong felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through his heart.

This Tool Martial Soul is impressive, I yield.

Having witnessed the functional versatility of Qian Jue's Martial Soul, Wu Zhangkong chose to handle this as a special case and turned to go prepare school uniforms for the two of them.

"Teacher Wu, Xiao Qian and I live outside the academy, so there is no need to trouble yourself with preparing keys for us," Gu Yue said.

Wu Zhangkong stopped in his tracks. He did not ask any further questions and nodded in agreement.

"The enrollment matter is settled. Let's go to your grandfather and grandmother's house together after school, Xiao Qian," Gu Yue said softly, the corners of her mouth curling upward slightly.

She certainly did not want to let Qian Jue live in any dormitory.

A junior brother should naturally sleep with his senior sister; that is the proper relationship between a senior sister and a junior brother.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, on the other hand, appeared somewhat disappointed.

"Sigh, I thought I would be able to meditate with the boss."

"Hmph, a bunch of weaklings who don't know how to cultivate properly, yet you want to disturb my junior brother's cultivation in the middle of the night?"

Gu Yue mocked them. Among this group, the one she disliked most was the Golden Dragon King, followed by this guy named Xie Xie.

Faced with Gu Yue's mockery, Xie Xie was not about to let her have her way.

Who do you think you are? Qian Jue's mother?

"Hey, what kind of senior sister is younger than her junior brother, has a lower cultivation level than her junior brother, and isn't even as good-looking as her junior brother!"

"You!"

Watching the two of them bicker, Qian Jue revealed a gratified smile.

That's right, that's right. This is the original plot development I am familiar with.

Qian Jue watched Gu Yue and Xie Xie argue, while Tang Wulin was watching Qian Jue.

He had wanted to try and get closer to Qian Jue to see if he could reawaken that state from earlier.

That fierce, brutal, yet power-filled state was even more intense and satisfying than when he had defeated Xie Xie before.

But upon learning that Qian Jue would not be living on campus, he could not help but feel a wave of disappointment.

Tang Wulin looked up at Gu Yue, feeling for the first time that Xie Xie was right.

This Gu Yue, her conscience is seriously rotten.