A Windfall Profit

Under Zhang Fei's fists, Zhao Wuji felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

Zhao Wuji wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. He could only take the blow head-on once more.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Crush!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Only after unleashing two soul skills in succession did Zhao Wuji finally catch his breath.

As Zhang Fei descended, his fists transformed into a massive phantom fist that smashed straight toward Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul.

BOOM!!!

ROAR!! ROAR!!!

Even Tang Hao could not withstand a single strike from Zhang Fei, much less Zhao Wuji.

The fist landed on Zhao Wuji's Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul with a dull thud, smashing a huge crater into the ground. At the same time, the Vigorous Vajra Bear let out two pained howls.

"P-Please spare my life, Senior! Please spare my life!"

Zhao Wuji was half-kneeling. Although pain wracked his entire body, he did not dare withdraw his soul skill.

Otherwise, with only his physical body, Zhang Fei's fist would turn him into a pulp.

"Senior, please—"

Flander had wanted to speak, but Zhang Fei shot him a sidelong glance, and he immediately shut his mouth. Otherwise, he would be the next to suffer.

Crash!

Zhao Wuji's Beast Soul Avatar finally shattered just as Zhang Fei's fist came down upon his pompadour.

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Zhao Wuji nearly wet himself in fright. Fortunately, Zhang Fei stopped in time. Otherwise, he would have been done for.

"Cough! Cough... cough!"

Zhao Wuji coughed violently, mouthful after mouthful of blood pouring out.

Though he had not been beaten black and blue, all of his injuries were internal, no lighter than any external wound.

"Thank you for sparing my life, Senior! Thank you for sparing my life!"

Zhao Wuji repeatedly offered his thanks despite his weakened state. At the same time, he took out five thousand Gold Pattern Coins. Flander also came over, took out his own thousand Gold Soul Coins, and respectfully handed them over.

"Behave yourselves from now on. Know what should be said and what should not!"

Zhang Fei accepted the money pouch and snorted coldly. Zhao Wuji, who had just been beaten, and Flander, Shrek's headmaster, could only force smiles in an attempt to calm his anger.

"Hahahaha!"

After turning around, Zhang Fei laughed twice. This mission had earned him six thousand Gold Soul Coins in one go. Wouldn't that be enough to make a brothel his home from now on?

Still, he could only fantasize about it. The money pouch would have to be handed over to Zhang Nan in the end.

"What a bore. Just a mere Soul Sage—I thought he would be stronger. Let's go!"

Seeing the Five Tiger Generals prepare to leave, Zhao Wuji and Flander, afraid that they might suddenly change their minds, could not help but show a trace of delight.

All five were the continent's most powerful Title Douluo. Even if they killed and robbed them, who would dare pursue the matter?

Even the Martial Soul Hall and the Clear Sky Sect would have to think twice about whether they wanted five more Title Douluo as enemies.

"Wait, I suddenly remembered something!"

Zhao Yun, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly turned back. This scared Zhao Wuji and Flander so badly that their hearts leaped into their throats.

Could they really be planning to kill them and take their things?

"Cough, cough. May I ask, Your Excellency... what other instructions do you have?"

Flander pretended to be calm, but inwardly he was panicking. When they had released their soul rings just now, the rings beneath their feet had been—

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red, red

Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings, five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, and two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

Compared to that burly Your Excellency from before, this one was only stronger, not weaker.

"About what happened tonight..."

Zhao Yun stopped halfway through his sentence, leaving the two of them to figure it out themselves.

Zhao Wuji still looked utterly confused, but Flander's eyes shifted, and he immediately understood. This Your Excellency meant that they had better forget everything that had happened tonight.

Flander nodded knowingly. "Understood! Understood! Understood! Don't worry, Your Excellency. We merely took a fall!"

"Mm."

Zhao Yun nodded calmly, then asked, "I have something to ask you. Does your academy have someone named Yu Xiaogang?"

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"Master??"

Flander and Zhao Wuji instinctively exchanged a glance, then hurriedly nodded in response.

"Yes, Your Excellency. Master is currently staying at our academy. May I ask, Your Excellency..."

Flander only spoke half the sentence before swallowing the rest.

It would be impolite to ask further, and besides, he was facing a Title Douluo with two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings. If Zhao Yun became unhappy, Flander could be reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Mm, I understand. Remember what you just said!"

The Five Tiger Generals still had to return and report to Zhang Nan. Leaving those final words behind, Zhao Yun vanished from the spot along with the other four generals.

"Cough... pfft!!!"

As soon as the Five Tiger Generals left, Zhao Wuji spat out another huge mouthful of blood.

"Old Zhao, how are you? You're not dead, are you?"

Flander supported Zhao Wuji as he shakily rose to his feet.

"Not dead!"

On their way back, neither of them mentioned what had happened.

Among the five, all five were Title Douluo. Three of them possessed two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, while one possessed three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.

Fortunately, the one who beat him up was the Title Douluo with only one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. If it had been any of the others, would they not have killed him in minutes?

And what had just happened—mention it? How could they mention it? To whom could they mention it? How would they dare mention it?

With strength like that, they would be earth-shattering even in the entire Heaven Dou Empire. Not killing them after revealing their strength was already the greatest mercy they could show.

A deluxe Heaven-class room.

Ding!

Win over Ning Rongrong. Reward: 1,000 Gold Soul Coins!

Mission completed!

Ding!

Beat up Zhao Wuji. Reward: 1,000 Gold Soul Coins!

Mission completed!

"Nice!!! Another two thousand gold coins, hahahaha!"

At the same time, Zhang Nan received the message that the Five Tiger Generals had completed their task. He was even more overjoyed. He had not expected that beating Zhao Wuji up would earn him not only system rewards, but an extra six thousand Gold Pattern Coins as well.

Checking his total balance, he already had more than eight thousand Gold Soul Coins. This was far beyond merely living comfortably—he had become rich overnight.

"You're awake?"

As Zhang Nan turned his head, he saw Ning Rongrong, the beauty sleeping beside him, looking at him with her large eyes open. When their gazes met, Ning Rongrong hurriedly closed her eyes.

"You're awake, yet you're still pretending?"

In truth, Ning Rongrong had already awakened not long after Zhang Nan began vigorously exerting himself. She had accepted Zhang Nan's affection as well. Closing her eyes now was merely because she felt embarrassed.

"Hehehehe, hahaha, that tickles!"

After Zhang Nan's wandering hands had their way with her for a while, Ning Rongrong finally could not endure it any longer. She opened her eyes and smiled faintly.

"How was it?"

Zhang Nan gently stroked Ning Rongrong's shoulder and asked the lightly clad beauty in his arms.

"Mm-hm. It still hurts a little!"

It was more than just a little painful—it hurt outrageously badly. Whenever Ning Rongrong thought of that swollen, aching sensation, she felt deeply distressed.

"Hahahaha!"

Ning Rongrong's resentful expression made Zhang Nan laugh uncontrollably. He explained to her that everyone's first time was like this, and it would gradually get better.