While Dai Mubai and Tang San were exchanging hollow pleasantries, Lu Shiyuan opened his eyes in the luxurious manor.
"Xiao Yuan, how do you feel now?" Yun Qingluo withdrew her martial soul and asked about his condition.
"Completely healed." Lu Shiyuan patted his chest. His meridians were unobstructed, his surging blood had settled completely, and even the tiny tears in his muscles had healed without a trace.
The abilities of a Super Douluo who was also a Healing Soul Master practically defied heaven.
"Honestly, you." Yun Qingluo poked his forehead with a pale finger. "Next time, think carefully about how much strength you actually have before going head-to-head with someone. You're a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, yet you dared to pit your physical strength against a Soul Saint using his Martial Soul Avatar. What is that if not courting death?"
Lu Shiyuan smiled awkwardly. He had only wanted to see how much he was worth now.
Besides, he trusted Zhao Wuji to know where to draw the line.
If a prospective student died during the entrance assessment, Shrek Academy would immediately face utter annihilation.
And Zhao Wuji surely understood that any faction capable of raising a twelve-year-old Quasi-Soul King was absolutely not one he could afford to provoke.
Being a little heavy-handed during the assessment was one thing. If he actually killed someone, then when Lu Shiyuan's funeral was held that very night, Zhao Wuji's head would be the accompanying sacrifice.
Yun Qingluo could not bear to chastise Lu Shiyuan further, so she simply changed the subject.
"All right, you should have obtained your fifth soul ring by now, right?"
"Yes, I've got it." Lu Shiyuan grinned. This was one of those rare tasks that could be completed easily.
He had merely increased the difficulty for himself. Otherwise, he would have