Make a Big Score

"Hey, give me sixty Gold Soul Coins," Di Qiuli said, holding out her hand to Mu Feng.

"Brother Yu, I have a feeling the feng shui here is bad. How about we eat somewhere else?"

As he spoke, Mu Feng picked up his bowl and prepared to make a run for it. Anger flashed in Di Qiuli's beautiful eyes as she snapped, "Mu Feng!"

Only after seeing her truly flare up did Mu Feng sit back down. Yu Tianhuang glanced at the stunning girl, then at Mu Feng, before quickly lowering his head and refusing to get involved in their dispute.

Di Qiuli stared wide-eyed at Mu Feng, while Mu Feng did not flinch in the slightest.

"First, my name isn't 'hey.' Second, I don't owe you money, so why should I give you any?"

Di Qiuli froze. That was right—although Mu Feng owed her two favors, he did not owe her money. She was instantly at a loss for words.

Nanmen Yun'er, who had been observing the situation from the side, hurried over to Di Qiuli. "How about we forget it, Qiu Li?"

It would have been better if Nanmen Yun'er had not come over. The moment she did, an indescribable emotion surged into Di Qiuli's heart. She felt her blood rush straight to her head, and her snow-white, jade-like cheeks immediately flushed red.

Those in the distance who did not know what was going on had been admiring the handsome young man and beautiful young woman as another match made in heaven. Meanwhile, Di Qiuli's eyes misted over as she stared at Mu Feng, her breathing slightly ragged.

Mu Feng sighed. He had not expected this young miss to change moods so quickly, nor to be so easily provoked. One moment, it had been storm clouds and thunder; the next, it had turned into a dreary downpour.

"Fine, fine. I'll go buy you two servings," Mu Feng said, waving his hand as he stood to head for the counter. Di Qiuli bit her lip and glared at him. "No. You don't owe me money, so why would you buy them for me?"

At her words, black lines instantly covered Mu Feng's forehead. He had not expected the boomerang he had just thrown to come flying right back at him.

Seeing Di Qiuli sulking, Mu Feng pressed her into the seat beside him. "I don't owe you money, but I owe you favors. Consider this a little interest."

Mu Feng looked at the little girl beside her and asked curiously, "And this is?"

Since Di Qiuli was still fuming, Nanmen Yun'er introduced herself. "My name is Nanmen Yun'er. Like Qiu Li, I'm in New Student Class Nine."

"What a coincidence. We're in Class Nine too. I'm Mu Feng, and this is Yu Tianhuang, my roommate."

After that, Mu Feng went and bought two more identical servings. The four sat around the table, chatting about the information they had gathered on their homeroom teacher and the notable new students, such as Ning Tian, the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who was in their class.

During their conversation, Yu Tianhuang and Nanmen Yun'er quickly discovered that whenever Mu Feng was not involved, Di Qiuli was like an iceberg beauty—cold and stunning beyond measure. Yet whenever Mu Feng entered the picture, she seemed to become a completely different person.

Di Qiuli switched between personalities with effortless ease and without the slightest hesitation, leaving Yu Tianhuang and Nanmen Yun'er utterly amazed by her face-changing skills.

Yet neither Mu Feng nor Di Qiuli, caught up in it themselves, had ever noticed this oddity.

As the group became more and more engaged in conversation, the topic inevitably turned to martial souls. When Nanmen Yun'er learned of Mu Feng's martial soul, she was just as shocked as Yu Tianhuang had been.

"Big Brother Mu, would it be convenient to tell me what your Soul Power Level is?"

Mu Feng swallowed his last soup dumpling and answered, "Thirty-nine."

"What?!" Yu Tianhuang and Nanmen Yun'er cried out in unison.

Their commotion immediately drew the attention of several nearby tables. Mu Feng quickly lowered both hands, signaling for them to calm down.

"Sorry, I lost my composure," Nanmen Yun'er apologized. Still, it was hardly her fault. Yu Tianhuang beside her was still gaping, unable to say a word. Only now did he realize that his roommate was absurdly monstrous.

"What? There aren't any left?"

A burly man with thick brows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth stood before the Gold Soul Coin counter, his dark brows tightly furrowed.

Very few people in Shrek Academy could afford the food sold at the last counter. The same handful of people came here to eat, and to avoid wasting ingredients, these dishes were usually sold in limited quantities each day.

"One new student ordered four servings by himself this year. Otherwise, you would've gotten at least one," the cafeteria uncle said, jerking his chin toward the table. The broad-built student in a black uniform before him was Xu Sanshi, one of the Shrek Outer Court Twin Stars. Since few people visited this counter, the uncle had long since become acquainted with Xu Sanshi.

Xu Sanshi looked in the direction the uncle had indicated and saw two boys and two girls chatting and laughing happily around a table. His gaze quickly fell on the steamer basket of soup dumplings in front of the blonde girl, which had not yet been touched. He immediately headed toward the four of them.

"Fifty Gold Soul Coins. I'll buy that basket of soup dumplings." Xu Sanshi slapped a small cloth bag down in front of Di Qiuli. The four looked at the suddenly appearing brute in confusion.

Di Qiuli frowned, her tone cold. "Not for sale."

"Sixty Gold Soul Coins."

"Not for sale."

"You want more?" A trace of anger entered Xu Sanshi's voice. Sixty Gold Soul Coins were enough for the girl before him to eat two more meals like this. If he had not been waiting several days for these Earth Dragon Tendon Soup Dumplings, he would never have offered sixty Gold Soul Coins for them.

In his eyes, no one besides himself would give up sixty Gold Soul Coins over a few soup dumplings. The only possibility was that the girl before him was greedy—he simply had not offered enough.

Di Qiuli was no pushover to begin with. Xu Sanshi was already in the wrong, and his tone was aggressive. That only made her, already filled with pent-up anger, even less willing to give him a pleasant expression. Her rosy lips moved lightly, and she spat out one crisp, perfectly enunciated word.

"Get lost."

Di Qiuli's tone was utterly flat, yet every trace of impatience and disdain had been packed into that single word.

And who was Xu Sanshi? Along with Thunderclap Bei Bei, he was known as one of the Outer Court Twin Stars. Throughout the entire Outer Court, aside from Jiang Nannan, he rarely treated anyone kindly—let alone been treated so rudely himself.

Enraged, Xu Sanshi slammed a hand on the table, sending the four people's bowls and chopsticks flying. Mu Feng, meanwhile, looked thoroughly unsurprised.

Yu Tianhuang and Nanmen Yun'er, seated opposite them, could only laugh bitterly. It was their first day at school—why could they not even have a peaceful meal?

Seeing the two standing at daggers drawn, liable to start fighting at any moment and send soup splattering everywhere, Mu Feng, worried about getting his clothes dirty, suggested, "I heard the school has a Soul Combat Zone. Why don't you two fight there?"

Xu Sanshi snorted coldly and looked down at them. "I'm only afraid you won't dare accept. I'll seal my second and third soul skills. When you lose, don't blame me for bullying the weak."

Di Qiuli said coldly, "Lead the way."

After saying that, she did not forget to turn back and rake Mu Feng—the troublemaker who loved watching the show—with her eyes.

Nanmen Yun'er and Yu Tianhuang, who still did not know Di Qiuli's Soul Power Level, wore worried expressions. Judging from the black uniform on the burly man, he was a fifth-year Shrek Outer Court student. His strength had surely reached the Soul Elder level.

Di Qiuli had only just enrolled, so she was probably, at most, a Soul Grandmaster. Even if Xu Sanshi said he would seal his second and third soul skills, there was still a massive gap in Soul Power between them.

They looked toward Mu Feng, who had a slight frown on his face. Walking behind the others, Nanmen Yun'er could not help asking, "What are you thinking about, Big Brother Mu? How about you fight in Qiu Li's place? With your strength, you could definitely defeat him easily."

Yu Tianhuang could not help nodding beside her. Mu Feng waved his hand carelessly and said offhandedly, "Don't underestimate her. That big idiot up ahead is about to suffer badly. I'm thinking about how to make a big score off him."