Dragon Duke's Hell: Defeated and Fled, Meng Yiran Becomes a Registered Lackey

A Soul Douluo was indeed a Soul Douluo!

Even after being struck by such a terrifying soul skill, with his consciousness on the verge of sinking into chaos!

Meng Shu still retained some ability to act on his own!

"Run! Take Yiran and go!"

He roared at Chao Tianxiang. Then, using every ounce of strength in his body and enduring the agonizing pain between his legs, he staggered away in a burst of speed!

The sudden turn of events stunned Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran.

Even Zhao Wuji, who had never witnessed anything like this before, stared wide-eyed in terror!

Is Qian Ni a human or a ghost?!

A Soul Elder is one thing, but where did those three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings come from?!

That's almost as many Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings as I have!

Did you fucking skip half your life?!

Huh? Why did Dragon Duke run away?

Chao Tianxiang reacted quickly. She was about to take Meng Yiran with her, but after hesitating for an instant, she inexplicably gave up on the idea!

"Old man!"

With her granddaughter standing there at a loss, Chao Tianxiang called out and rapidly disappeared into the distance.

She left Meng Yiran with only a pointless reminder.

"Good girl, wait for us to come back!"

"Huh?" Meng Yiran didn't understand.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already been surrounded by the Shrek Seven Monsters.

"Miss Meng." Dai Mubai draped an arm around Oscar's shoulders, displaying brotherly affection.

"Your grandpa was pretty arrogant just now, wasn't he?"

His face still carried an excited expression!

Finally, someone understands how I feel! Miss Meng! From now on, your grandpa is my true brother from another father, another mother, another country, and another martial soul! Hahahahaha!

Being one of the Dai Clan's brothers was no enviable identity.

He vented wildly in his heart.

"Meng Yiran, right? Now tell us, who should this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent belong to?"

Ma Hongjun also threw his weight around, wiggling his eyebrows as he tried to intimidate Meng Yiran.

But with that greasy, fat face of his, the expression only made him look lecherous.

Meng Yiran stood there all alone, unconsciously clutching her Serpent Cane to her chest. She looked helpless and pitiful, as though she didn't know whether she could be eaten.

Her grandpa had suddenly gotten angry, then started fighting, then run away.

Her grandma had left her behind too, chasing after Grandpa as she ran off.

What about her? Should she run too?

In theory, yes.

But she was only a little Soul Grandmaster. Where could she possibly run to?

Could it really be like that saying—her grandparents were true love, while her parents, including herself, were all accidents?

Trembling, Meng Yiran looked anxiously toward Qian Ni.

But that bastard was still immersed in his regret over not using more combination soul skills, unable to pull himself out of it.

Fuck! Why did I turn his taste buds into that just now?! I should've made tongues grow all over his rectal valve, clogging his intestines! Then, with Cursed Speech, I could've made him have diarrhea, constipation, and taste shit all at once!

Seeing Meng Yiran like this, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't bear it.

She empathized with her.

"Enough. What kind of men bully a little girl?"

She pulled Meng Yiran over beside herself and Ning Rongrong, then glanced at the others.

"Even if she was left behind, she's still Master's spoils of war.

"Keep egging this on, and be careful those soul skills don't land on you next.

"Dai Mubai, don't tell me you want to try it again."

Zhu Zhuqing called him Master again and again, as naturally as could be.

The moment she said that, the four boys shuddered and promptly shut their mouths, scattering in different directions.

One went to check on Xiao Wu, one inspected the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, one nervously asked Oscar for a sausage, and the last, having nothing else to do, ran over to Zhao Wuji.

"Teacher Zhao, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Ma Hongjun asked with feigned concern.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Zhao Wuji's expression was somewhat stiff.

The matter had been resolved, but not through a honey trap. It had been resolved in a way Zhao Wuji couldn't imagine at all.

Recalling the scene of Dragon Duke Meng Shu fighting Qian Ni, he wondered whether he was a fake Soul Sage!

He couldn't even understand Qian Ni's soul skills.

Was that a Soul Curse?

A twelve-year-old Soul Elder?

Two Soul Curses had dealt a devastating blow to a renowned Soul Douluo's balls.

Meng Shu couldn't even care about his granddaughter and could only flee on his own.

Zhao Wuji had heard the location of that crisp cracking sound loud and clear!

Never underestimate the sharp senses of a Soul Sage!

Zhao Wuji didn't understand, but he was profoundly shaken.

He used every bit of strength he had to tear his gaze away from Qian Ni's three absurd Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

Everyone had secrets! Don't try to pry into the secrets of other Soul Masters!

That was an acknowledged rule in the Soul Master world.

But Zhao Wuji was unbearably curious. He wanted to know what was going on!

How could a Soul Master absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year-level soul ring as his first Soul Ring?!

Fuck! This world has finally gone insane!

I must not be awake yet!

Then he suddenly remembered something horrifying!

Fuck! This brat said he'd make me play some damn game after we get back to the academy!

Could it have something to do with those fucked-up soul skills of his? Shit!

No! I need to find out first!

He turned his gaze toward the lecherous little fat man in front of him.

Over here, Ma Hongjun was selectively explaining what had happened at the campfire party that day to Zhao Wuji.

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong led the still-frightened Meng Yiran over to Qian Ni.

"Master, you're awake?

"How should we deal with Miss Meng?"

Zhu Zhuqing quietly nudged Meng Yiran forward as she asked Qian Ni.

Qian Ni first dealt with the cracked Acid-Blood Bladder in his hand.

Under the effects of Microscopic Particle Manipulation, the crack in the bladder's outer wall instantly fused shut. After some fine adjustment, its thickness became uniform throughout, while an exquisite structure was left at the tip, fitted to the shell of the Whale Bone Spear.

Once the spear tip entered the chrysanthemum, it would spray the acid blood within.

This weapon had finally been upgraded. As for when the first test subject would appear...

He only needed to wait.

Qian Ni put away the Acid-Blood Bladder and looked up at the three girls before him.

Zhu Zhuqing was still wearing a maid outfit. She had bought several sets in different styles and rotated through them, but Qian Ni hadn't grown tired of looking at them.

Ning Rongrong hadn't changed much either. She had merely spent some time in the Star Dou Forest and seemed to have matured a little.

And Meng Yiran...

The little girl now looked like a startled quail, staring at Qian Ni with wide eyes and a pitiful expression.

Silently waiting for her fate.

"Tch... what a bother.

"Little Zhu, Rongrong-san, take her to get familiar with the work.

"Until your grandpa and grandma come back and pay the ransom, you're my registered lackey!"

The powerful enemy had fled.

Seizing the opportunity, Oscar absorbed the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's Thousand-Year Soul Ring under Zhao Wuji's watch.

Then, before everyone, he proudly announced the flight effect of his third soul skill!

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Oscar could no longer suppress his excitement. He pounced in front of Qian Ni and tightly hugged one of the legs of the sedan chair he was sitting on.

"Brother Qian!

"Are you still taking lackeys?

"What do you think of me?"

Oscar was smart. Among the three old-era standouts of Shrek Academy, he was the most sensible one.

Dai Mubai indulged in drink and women, utterly unable to free himself from the Double-Slit Interference Experiment.

Ma Hongjun was a veteran of brothels, with both kidneys sustained entirely by Evil Fire and no restraint whatsoever.

Among the three of them, Oscar could be said to remain unstained despite rising from the mud.

Other than his Soul Curses being a little lewd, he had no other flaws.

But unfortunately, some traits were innate, and he had happened to gone down another route.

Qian Ni looked at him with disgust.

"Have some self-awareness! Otherwise, I'll have to use my mouth!"