Going to the Auction House

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Zhao Wuji's words made everyone relax. Under these circumstances, becoming students of Shrek Academy was inevitable. But they also knew that if this dragged on, Yu Xiaofeng would likely consume too much Soul Power and pass out. Of course, Zhao Wuji was not doing much better either.

But if it had truly been a fight to the death, Yu Xiaofeng would not have so stupidly taken the initiative to provoke a level seventy-six Soul Saint. Only that brainless clone, Chen Hao, would do something so idiotic.

But was this really over?

Of course not.

That night, Zhao Wuji was brutally beaten by Tang Hao, who had only just left.

Flander, standing nearby, said to Zhao Wuji, "Come on, let's return to the academy first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure suddenly landed before them. He coldly said to Zhao Wuji, "Bullying children during the day must have felt good, huh?"

Zhao Wuji looked blankly at the old man. The old man unleashed his Soul Power, and his soul rings erupted instantly as a terrifying flood dragon coiled behind him.

Flander felt as though this was unreal. Zhao Wuji had just been savagely beaten! He was about to speak when the old man glared at him. The meaning was clear: if you dare move, I'll beat you too.

Flander and Zhao Wuji stared at the old man's nine soul rings, their mouths hanging open in shock and their faces ugly as death. They stammered, "You're from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Yu Xiaofeng is a junior of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Zhao Wuji was so shocked that he did not know what to say. He had provoked Tang San and been beaten by the Titled Douluo Tang Hao. Now he had provoked Yu Xiaofeng, and another Titled Douluo had come to beat him.

Zhao Wuji cried out in grief, "Damn it, Yu Xiaofeng was clearly the one who beat me up during the day, all right? Do you people have any sense of reason?"

The old man said disdainfully, "Reason? Go argue with my martial soul."

"Ah... Ah..."

Screams rang continuously through the forest, the miserable wails so agonizing that Flander could not bear to watch.

The battle ended quickly. Zhao Wuji returned to Shrek Academy bruised and swollen, feeling utterly miserable.

Meanwhile, the old man smiled faintly. "Xiaofeng, Old Wu helped you vent your anger. Still, I never expected that mutated martial soul to turn my python martial soul into a flood dragon."

Yu Xiaofeng stepped out from the side and said, "Old Wu, that was a little unfair. You only beat him for such a short while."

Old Wu laughed. "What, do you think he hasn't suffered enough?"

Yu Xiaofeng smiled. "Forget it. I'm heading back to the academy."

Yu Xiaofeng turned around, waved goodbye, and headed toward the academy.

He had seen Tang Hao's battle with Zhao Wuji clearly. The power of the Clear Sky Hammer had also given him a preliminary understanding of it. At least when facing that father and son in the future, he would have some idea of what to expect.

At daybreak the next morning, Yu Xiaofeng immediately seized the time to cultivate. He knew very well that he did not have much time left.

While he cultivated, Tang San and Xiao Wu got into a fierce fight with Ma Hongjun. Meanwhile, Chen Hao, far away in Spirit Hall, had unexpectedly broken through to level fifty. Even Bibi Dong had to admire how terrifyingly deep Qian Daoliu's foundation was.

But all of that was merely an illusion. The real Chen Hao was already a level fifty-nine Soul King. Having lurked in the Star Luo Empire for so long, he finally decided to leave it once again and seek Yu Xiaofeng out for a final battle.

"Yu Xiaofeng, I heard you're only level thirty-nine now. You really are slow. You actually wasted the most precious five years. This time, let's see whether you can still survive."

As he spoke, Chen Hao had already left the secret chamber. He would first go to Spirit Hall and merge with his clone, raising it to level fifty-nine before going to find Yu Xiaofeng.

The tedious training continued. Yu Xiaofeng had long forgotten that he was still at Shrek Academy. Soul Power flowed slowly through his entire body, circulating continuously. In the blink of an eye, his total Soul Power surged by a large amount.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing knocked on his door. "Stinking pervert, training's starting."

Her voice was somewhat cold, yet carried concern. Yu Xiaofeng slowly reined in his Soul Power, then walked to the door and opened it. Smiling at Zhu Zhuqing, he said, "I'm coming. Let's go."

Zhu Zhuqing did not wait for Yu Xiaofeng at all and headed straight toward the square. Watching her slender figure and swaying tail, Yu Xiaofeng could not help sighing, "What a Cat Sister."

Hearing that, Zhu Zhuqing quickened her pace and murmured, "Big pervert."

In the square, Dai Mubai was leading Tang San and the others in laps. When Flander saw Yu Xiaofeng approaching, he said, "Yu Xiaofeng, come with me."

The others watched Yu Xiaofeng with puzzled looks. As they watched his departing back, Xiao Wu whispered, "Do you think the dean is going to make Brother Feng compensate the academy for its losses?"

Ning Rongrong pondered, "Probably not. We were involved too, after all."

Ma Hongjun panted heavily. "Who is he? Is he that strong?"

Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes at the fatty. "Watch what you say, or I guarantee you'll get beaten until your face is even more swollen."

Ma Hongjun cursed, "Would I be afraid of him? What a joke."

Dai Mubai said, "Even Teacher Zhao couldn't do anything to him. Do you think your Evil Fire is getting out of control and making you cocky, or do you think Yu Xiaofeng can no longer lift his blade?"

Ma Hongjun looked at everyone in astonishment. "Is he really that strong?"

Ning Rongrong quietly reminded him, "Even ten of you wouldn't be his match. If you don't want a beating, I suggest you don't go looking for trouble."

As they spoke, Yu Xiaofeng had already followed Flander to the rooftop platform.

Flander sat down and said to Yu Xiaofeng, "I've read the letter. From now on, you'll cultivate independently. You don't need to train with them. Once you reach level forty, Zhao Wuji and I will accompany you out to hunt for a soul ring."

Yu Xiaofeng nodded. "The soul ring isn't urgent. I'm planning to make a trip to the Auction House in Suotuo City to buy some things. Is that all right?"

Flander nodded. "Be careful on the road. Go ahead."

After bidding Flander farewell, Yu Xiaofeng went to the Suotuo Auction House. He glanced at the Great Soul Fighting Arena beside it, then headed toward the Auction House.

There were not many people in the Auction House. A long-haired blonde, green-eyed woman said to Yu Xiaofeng, "Young master, what would you like to buy?"

Yu Xiaofeng glanced at the woman and said, "Sharp daggers, or concealed weapons like sharp needles."

The blonde woman smiled. "We have soul tools of that kind. I just wonder whether you have any Golden Soul Coins, young master?"

Yu Xiaofeng said unhappily, "Do you believe that if I kill you right now, the Auction House wouldn't dare make a single sound?"

Wearing a Ghost Face Mask, Yu Xiaofeng took out a token and tossed it to the blonde woman. The moment she saw it, her face turned pale, and she stammered, "You are... Holy Son Highness of Spirit Hall?"

At that moment, an old man approached from behind Yu Xiaofeng and said, "Are you blind? Why haven't you invited our young master inside?"

Yu Xiaofeng turned and smiled. "Old Wu, you're still appearing out of nowhere. It seems every move I make is under your watch."

Old Wu smiled. "My duty is to protect you. If anything happens to you, I'm afraid I won't be far from death either."