Slapping Zhao Wuji's Face, Poison Test Successful

Zhao Wuji raised a hand to grab Tang San, but his fingertips merely brushed past the hem of his clothes.

His expression finally changed.

"Slippery as a loach."

Tang San did not answer. His hands swept past his waist, and several flashes of cold light shot out at once.

Dragon Beard Needles, Bone-Piercing Nails, sleeve arrows, and locust stones.

The hidden weapons split into three paths: one sealed off the front to target the eyes, another locked onto the shoulders from the sides, and the last aimed low at the knees.

Zhao Wuji snorted and raised his Soul Power protection again.

"No matter how many tricks you have, you still need to break through my defense!"

He was about to activate the Immovable Bright King Body when a hint of numbness in his ankle suddenly shot upward, briefly jamming the flow of his Soul Power.

That instant was enough.

Several Dragon Beard Needles slipped through a thin point in his protective Soul Power and pierced his shoulder and arm.

The ease vanished from Zhao Wuji's face. His muscles were tugged by the Dragon Beard Needles, making the veins at his temples throb with pain.

"Brat, you're vicious enough!"

Tang San's heart jolted.

It worked?

Even he had not expected his hidden weapons to break through Zhao Wuji's defense so smoothly.

From inside the soles of Tang San's shoes, Ji Yuan swallowed the inner force surging from Tang San's excitement and continued driving the poison.

Zhao Wuji's body was too powerful. The poison could not remain for long; if Zhao Wuji inspected himself seriously, it might not stay hidden.

He had to complete the humiliation while things were at their most chaotic.

Tang San did not stop.

He knew this opportunity was rare. His right hand gripped his belt, while his left had already grasped the shadow of the Clear Sky Hammer.

When Zhao Wuji saw Tang San's left hand grow heavy, his expression darkened.

"You still have another trump card?"

Dai Mubai, watching from the side, felt his heart tighten as well.

He had seen Tang San's inexplicable burst of power yesterday.

But Xiao Wu grew anxious.

"Tang San, don't force yourself!"

Tang San did not look back.

Zhao Wuji was truly angered. His third Soul Ring lit up, his body swelled by a full size, and his heavy Soul Power pressed the broken grass around him into the mud.

"You little brats have already proven yourselves by pushing me this far."

Ning Rongrong could not help shouting, "Teacher Zhao, the incense hasn't burned out yet!"

Zhao Wuji glanced at her.

"I know."

Before his words had fully faded, he charged at Tang San.

He was far faster than before.

Tang San gritted his teeth and retreated with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but gravity seemed to drag at his steps.

Ji Yuan immediately fed a trace of White Tiger vitality back through Tang San's soles, raising the strength in Tang San's legs.

Borrowing that strength, Tang San twisted aside to dodge, flicking several more fine needles from his sleeve.

Zhao Wuji had intended to take them head-on, but his vision suddenly darkened.

It was not dizziness caused by injury. Something had briefly blocked his sight.

His raised hand failed to follow through.

Tang San seized the opening. The Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand smashed toward Zhao Wuji's face with tremendous force.

Bang!

Zhao Wuji staggered back from the blow. His nose bridge ached, and one eye immediately swelled up.

The area around them fell silent.

The grass root in Oscar's mouth dropped to the ground.

"No way, Teacher Zhao got hit in the face?"

Dai Mubai stared at the bruise on Zhao Wuji's face, his expression turning strange.

He had been humiliated last night, and now Zhao Wuji had been humiliated today.

Did Tang San specialize in hitting people in the face?

Xiao Wu had no mind to laugh. She rushed to Tang San's side and supported him.

"How are you?"

The Clear Sky Hammer had already vanished from Tang San's hand, and his face was terribly pale.

"I'm fine."

Ji Yuan casually drained away the inner force Tang San had forcibly summoned, leaving him with only an outward shell that could barely remain standing.

Tang San's legs went weak, but he assumed it was exhaustion from using his trump card beyond his level.

Zhao Wuji stood where he was, covering his nose. His face was dark enough to frighten anyone.

"Tang San!"

Tang San looked up.

"Teacher Zhao, the incense hasn't burned out yet."

Ning Rongrong immediately added another jab.

"That's right, it's not over yet."

Zhu Zhuqing stood to one side. Though she said nothing, she had not withdrawn her Martial Soul.

Xiao Wu also stood in front of Tang San.

"You agreed on one incense stick. You're not going back on your word, are you?"

Zhao Wuji lowered his hand from his nose and saw the blood on his fingertips. His cheek twitched.

He was the mighty Immovable Bright King, yet a few new students had beaten him until his nose bled.

If word got out, Flender would laugh about it for half a year.

But the incense truly had not burned out yet.

Just as he was about to move again, the numbness in his ankle crawled upward once more, and the muscles around his knee failed to exert their full strength.

Zhao Wuji cursed inwardly.

Tang San's hidden weapons really were strange.

From the shadows, Ji Yuan withdrew the last traces of poison, leaving only enough numbness to make Zhao Wuji misjudge the situation.

The poison could not be left behind for too long.

The test had already succeeded.

Even a Soul Saint's protective power had weak points.

That was enough.

The incense finally burned down, and ash fell to the ground.

Dai Mubai immediately spoke.

"Teacher Zhao, time's up."

Zhao Wuji turned and glared at him.

"I'm not blind."

Oscar picked up the grass root, dusted it off, then did not dare put it back in his mouth.

"Teacher Zhao, want one of my sausages?"

Zhao Wuji's face darkened further.

"Get lost!"

Oscar immediately stepped back.

Supporting Tang San, Xiao Wu said irritably, "We passed, right?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the four of them, especially Tang San. His chest heaved for a while before he finally forced down his anger.

"You passed."

Ning Rongrong sighed in relief. After withdrawing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her whole body swayed.

Zhu Zhuqing also withdrew her Martial Soul. Her arm was still numb, but she did not cry out in pain.

Tang San was about to speak when the emptiness in his body surged up, darkening his vision.

Xiao Wu noticed something was wrong.

"Tang San?"

Tang San barely steadied himself.

"I just used up too much energy."

But Ji Yuan deliberately made Tang San's meridians show the chaotic state of severe overexertion.

This way, Zhao Wuji would not investigate the poison too deeply and would only think Tang San had pushed himself too hard.

Zhao Wuji indeed thought so.

Rubbing his swollen eye, he gritted his teeth. "Brat, you'll explain those hidden weapons to me later."

Tang San nodded.

"Fine."

Seeing that Tang San looked ready to collapse at any moment, Zhao Wuji could not keep getting angry. He could only turn to Dai Mubai and say, "Take them to rest."

Dai Mubai held back a laugh.

"Yes, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji kicked at him.

Dai Mubai had been prepared and dodged to the side.

"Teacher Zhao, don't get angry. Your injuries will hurt more."

Zhao Wuji grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and prepared to smash him with it.

"You little brat, itching for a beating?"

Dai Mubai hurriedly led the others away.

Oscar pushed his sausage cart over from the side, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

"New classmates, Recovery Sausages! Great effects, fair prices!"

Ning Rongrong had just gone through a battle and wanted to recover, but her expression immediately changed after hearing the first half of his incantation.

"Stay away from me."

Xiao Wu also stepped back while supporting Tang San.

"This thing is edible?"

Oscar was unconvinced.

"Why wouldn't it be? My sausages are top-tier recovery food."

Tang San had intended to refuse, but his body felt far too empty, so he looked at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai said, "Oscar's sausages work well. The incantation is just a little disgusting."

Oscar immediately protested.

"Boss Dai, don't ruin my reputation!"

Ji Yuan's attention had already locked onto Oscar.

The life energy emanating from those sausages was purer than ordinary medicinal herbs.

It was not simple Soul Power, but something closer to the body's instinct for self-repair.

If he could consume enough of it, the Demon Vine's wounds would heal much faster.

But now was not the best time.

Tang San was already at his limit. Draining any more would expose him.

Ji Yuan merely created the illusion of excessive depletion in Tang San's meridians, making Xiao Wu more worried and drawing everyone's attention to Tang San.

Sure enough, Xiao Wu became frantic.

"Dai Mubai, where are the dorms? He can't hold on anymore."

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San and put away his joking manner.

"Follow me."

Ning Rongrong remained where she was, still displeased.

"Does this academy not even have a healing teacher?"

Without turning his head, Dai Mubai replied, "We have Oscar."

Ning Rongrong looked at the sausages in Oscar's hands, and her expression worsened.

"That's worse than having nobody."

Oscar clutched his chest.

"Junior sister, those words hurt."

Zhu Zhuqing walked past him and said coldly, "You're blocking the way."

Oscar immediately pushed his cart aside.

After the group left the testing grounds, Zhao Wuji remained behind, pulling out the needles.

The Dragon Beard Needles had curled after entering his muscles. Each one hurt so much when pulled out that his face twitched.

"That kid Tang San is ruthless."

He pulled out the last needle. Just as he was about to circulate his Soul Power and inspect his body, the numbness in his ankle had completely vanished.

Ji Yuan had already cleaned away every trace.

Zhao Wuji investigated for a long time, but only found damage caused by hidden weapons.

"Strange."

He tossed the needle onto the table, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

"Tonight, I need to settle the score with Flender. What kind of monsters did he recruit?"

Meanwhile, Dai Mubai led the group toward the dormitory area.

Tang San's steps grew heavier and heavier, and Xiao Wu was practically supporting him.

"Stop forcing yourself."

Tang San said quietly, "I'm fine."

Xiao Wu glared at him angrily.

"You say you're fine every time."

Walking ahead of them, Dai Mubai suddenly said, "Tang San, if it had been anyone else today, they'd have been flat on the ground already."

Tang San shook his head.

"Teacher Zhao held back."

Dai Mubai looked back at him, his expression complicated.

"He held back, and you still slapped his face swollen."

Ning Rongrong chimed in from the side.

"It really was satisfying."

Dai Mubai looked at her.

"You've got some nerve too. You just enrolled, and you already dared to talk back to Teacher Zhao."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort.

"He agreed to one incense stick's worth of time, so he has to accept the result."

As Ji Yuan listened to their pointless conversation, his roots had already quietly pressed into the ground.

Shrek Academy was shabby, but the underground water veins ran deep.

The dormitories, dining hall, and wells beside the training ground could all become spore dispersal points.

Today had only been a poison test.

The real breeding ground had yet to be spread.

When Tang San was helped into a dilapidated wooden hut, he finally could not hold on any longer and sat down beside the bed.

Xiao Wu immediately pressed him down.

"Sleep."

Tang San still wanted to regulate his breathing, but the weakness Ji Yuan had sent clogged his chest, leaving him no choice but to close his eyes.

Dai Mubai stood at the doorway and said, "Someone will bring food later. Rest first."

Xiao Wu replied irritably, "You can leave now."

Dai Mubai did not get angry. After glancing at Tang San, he turned and left.

Ning Rongrong looked at the wooden beds in the room with distaste and complained under her breath.

"Can people really live in a place like this?"

Zhu Zhuqing had already chosen a spot against the wall and sat down.

"As long as we can sleep."

Ji Yuan extended thin roots from a crack in Tang San's shoe sole and burrowed into the soil along the bed leg.

Just as he was about to extend toward the well, a heavy wave of Soul Power came from deep underground.

Someone had set up a simple detection array beneath the academy.

Ji Yuan's roots stopped in the dirt and did not advance any farther.

The next moment, Flender's voice came from outside.

"Zhao Wuji, what happened to your face?"

Zhao Wuji's gritted voice followed immediately after.

"Don't ask. If you ask, Tang San did it."

Ji Yuan's roots slowly tightened in the darkness.

The detection array was still active, the well was nearby, and Zhao Wuji was already heading toward this dormitory filled with fury...