Abducting Luo Sanpao

Although she wanted Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai to disappear from this world completely, she had never intended to drag her grandfather into it.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was not to be trifled with. What if they came to settle scores afterward...

"It's fine, Yan Yan." Dugu Bo rubbed her head, his tone resolute. "I may not be able to uproot that academy, but killing Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai won't be a problem."

He had long since judged the limits of it—so long as he did not carry out a large-scale massacre and did not touch that dean, Liu Erlong, there would be no major trouble. As for Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai's specific talents? They were not even within Dugu Bo's consideration. Even if they truly were geniuses, if they did not know how to keep a low profile and develop themselves, they were still fools!

Meanwhile, within Blue Tyrant Academy.

To celebrate "all Shrek Academy teachers and students merging into Blue Tyrant Academy," Liu Erlong waved her hand grandly and renamed Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy—"Tyrant Shrek" Advanced Soul Master Academy.

Once the new name was put up, the atmosphere throughout the academy became noticeably livelier. To go along with the merger celebration, Liu Erlong had even specially organized a masquerade ball.

The formal balls popular at noble academies were not quite suitable for Tyrant Shrek—after all, most of the students here came from ordinary families. Where would they get the money to prepare formal wear? Liu Erlong simply changed it into a masquerade ball. The barrier to entry was low, participation was high, and anyone could enter just by putting on a mask.

The greatest "victim"—oh no, "dragon victim"—of this masquerade ball was undoubtedly Guilmon. After all, it was the only little dinosaur in the entire Tyrant Shrek Academy. Its build was one of a kind; mask or no mask, it could be recognized at a glance.

Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon were naturally bound together, so they moved as a pair. Tang San kept his father's assigned task firmly in mind—build a good relationship with Qian Ren Shuang—and followed along as well. Xiao Wu was entirely there to follow Tang San; wherever Tang San went, she went. Ning Rongrong liked playing with Guilmon, so she came along too. Zhu Zhuqing hoped Guilmon would protect her in the future so she would not be killed in the struggle for the throne, and thus followed as well. Xiang Ya had been brought out by Qian Ren Shuang, so she naturally stayed at his side every step of the way. As for Jiang Zhu—she simply fancied Qian Ren Shuang's strength and looks.

Only Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun did not appear. Because of what had happened at the restaurant, neither wanted to see Qian Ren Shuang. They simply pulled Oscar away from the group to hit on girls.

Colored lights swayed throughout the venue, and all kinds of masks moved through the shifting light and shadow. Guilmon wore an oversized mask custom-made for it—though wearing it was no different from not wearing one—and squatted in a corner, eating the meat patties Qian Ren Shuang had prepared for it.

"Director Qian, what you taught last time was so good, so simple and easy to understand." Jiang Zhu walked over to Qian Ren Shuang with a glass of juice in hand. She wore a silver mask that covered the upper half of her face, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes. "Unlike the other teachers, who explain things so obscurely, as if they're afraid we might actually learn something."

"It was my first time teaching too." Qian Ren Shuang scratched his head. Rather than feeling proud at the praise, he was a little embarrassed. "I'm honored that you liked it."

"You were already this amazing your first time teaching?!" Jiang Zhu deliberately exaggerated the surprise on her face, her tone filled with theatrical admiration. "Then—Dean Long was truly fortunate to hire you as a homeroom teacher!"

She had deliberately changed outfits today—a black gauze bandeau on top, covered by a short jacket with a sweetheart neckline. Her cleavage was faintly visible beneath the gauze, carrying an ambiguous allure of being half-concealed. She wore only denim shorts on her legs, revealing two long, straight, pale legs that stood out especially under the colored lights.

"Of course. I've read no fewer books than she has." Qian Ren Shuang answered naturally. What teacher did not hope their students would praise them for teaching well? Even those who did not want praise only feared that teaching too well would result in being assigned more classes. Qian Ren Shuang did not have that concern—if Liu Erlong dared dump classes on him, he would dare slap Liu Erlong across the mouth.

Seeing that they had chatted enough, Jiang Zhu stepped half a pace closer, raised her head, and asked curiously, "Then how do we determine what skill corresponds to the soul ring that drops after killing a soul beast?"

"Senior Jiang Zhu, don't you have too many questions?" At some point, Ning Rongrong had already moved to Qian Ren Shuang's other side. She held a glass of juice, and her tone carried obvious impatience. "Director Qian isn't here to answer your questions alone."

She could tell—this Jiang Zhu was clearly trying to seduce Qian Ren Shuang. That outfit, that tone, those sparkling eyes fixed on Qian Ren Shuang... everything about it was irritating to look at.

"That will be covered next class." Qian Ren Shuang did not notice the undercurrent between the two and simply spoke at his own pace.

"But, Director Qian..." Jiang Zhu naturally looped her arm around Qian Ren Shuang's and gave it a gentle shake, her voice as soft as melted sugar. "I really want to experience what it feels like to be a top student in the next class..."

Jiang Zhu's shaking left Qian Ren Shuang a little dazed. Just as he was about to say something—

Elsewhere, even the stubborn and self-opinionated Yu Xiaogang, after seeing how incredible Qian Ren Shuang's detached martial soul was, decided to treat a dead horse as if it were alive and summoned his own detached martial soul.

"Luo, luo, luo—"

The moment Luo Sanpao appeared at the masquerade ball, all eyes nearby immediately gathered on it. Its round body, stubby limbs, and pink nose made it look exactly like a little pig.

"Isn't that the Master's pig martial soul?" a student wearing a greasy kid mask sneered.

"That's a pig-luo!" a girl beside him, wearing a feathered mask that covered only the right side of her face, hurriedly reminded him. "If Dean Long finds out you said that, be careful she doesn't expel you!"

"You're right. I misspoke. You were more thoughtful." The student in the greasy kid mask immediately changed his words.

Not far away, Yu Xiaogang wore a ghost-face mask and kept some distance from Luo Sanpao, secretly rejoicing: Masquerade balls are great. This way, only Luo Sanpao loses face, not me!

However, after Luo Sanpao waddled around the crowd for two circles, it somehow ran into Guilmon, which was squatting in the corner.

The half-activated demonic dragon bloodline within Guilmon was like a bonfire in the dark night, radiating a scorching and violent aura.

The dormant sacred giant dragon bloodline within Luo Sanpao, upon sensing Guilmon, instinctively began to tremble as though it had been locked onto by some ferocious beast.

Luo Sanpao's ears drooped, its tail tucked in tight, and its round body shuddered—it knew what it was: the product of a failed evolution, an unwanted existence.