How dare a mere good-for-nothing speak to me like that!

Two days later, Ning Wen finally arrived in Notting City.

The moment he stepped through the city gates, the bustle of everyday life washed over him. The markets along the streets were packed with people, and vendors called out one after another, filling the air with warmth and noise.

Ning Wen didn't linger. He casually asked a few passersby for directions to Notting Academy, then headed straight for it.

Before long, the gates of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy appeared before him.

Ning Wen walked up at an unhurried pace. As soon as he neared the entrance, a gatekeeper glanced up, eyeing him with a mixture of scrutiny and disdain.

Over the past two days, Ning Wen had slept rough and eaten whatever he could find. Dust clung to his clothes, which looked old and dirty.

He looked just like any ordinary wild child who'd wandered down from the mountains.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you. Go on, get lost!" the gatekeeper said, waving him away with a look of disgust.

Ning Wen froze for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh wryly.

He hadn't thought he'd get the protagonist treatment too.

Would Yu Xiaogang show up next?

How dare you disrespect me? You're dead!

"What? He's going to kill someone just like that?!"

Hearing those thoughts, Gu Rong furrowed his brows.

On Douluo Continent, the strong ruled, but this was still a crowded public place. If someone was killed just like that, it would certainly cause chaos.

If that ten-thousand-year-old Little Rabbit escaped in the confusion, it would be a huge loss.

"I'm here to see someone," Ning Wen said calmly.

"You little brat, who could you possibly be here to see?"

The gatekeeper grew even more displeased at this. "You're a ragged little kid. Who could you possibly know at the academy? Stop making trouble and get out of here!"

You blind fool who judges people by their appearance! No matter how down on my luck I am, a lowly ant like you has no right to bully me!

To borrow that fellow Tang San's words, you've got a death wish!

Ning Wen's lips curved slightly upward.

He was now a three-ring Soul Elder, with enough combat power to match a five-ring Soul King.

In Notting City, he was practically invincible—except for that shameless fellow Tang Hao.

He could always just fight his way in!

"Little Wen, there's a lingering aura here from a Titled Douluo. Don't cause a scene."

Just then, a voice he knew all too well sounded in Ning Wen's ear.

The owner of the voice was none other than Chen Xin.

As for the claim that a Titled Douluo's aura lingered here, it was pure pretext.

Ning Wen raised an eyebrow, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Chen Xin to sense the presence of a Titled Douluo here.

The Titled Douluo in question was presumably Tang Hao.

But the original story never said Tang Hao had fought here!

Could Chen Xin really tell Tang Hao had been here just by sensing his aura?

Come to think of it, was Chen Xin's spiritual power really that strong?

I've made up my mind. How could I change it on a whim!

Forget it. Killing someone in public would be a bit of a hassle, and I'm still lying low in this reincarnation period. My cultivation hasn't fully recovered yet.

Besides, attacking a mere ant would undermine my dignity. I'll just use a divine skill to teach him a little lesson.

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

Come on, man, I don't know any divine skills!

If you're so capable, teach me one.

Ding! Congratulations, Host. You've received a Critical Hit Reward: Divine Might!

Hearing the reward notification, Ning Wen blinked in confusion.

Come on, man, I was just saying that.

You actually did it!

Could you give me Emperor Armor too?

I'm not asking for much. Just let the Heavenly Dao do the fighting for me!

Then nothing happened.

The Voice Pack didn't react at all this time.

Well, that was more or less what Ning Wen had expected.

If he got rewarded with whatever he wanted, what was the point of cultivating?

The Divine Might from this Critical Hit Reward was quite interesting.

This wasn't the Divine Might of that ungrateful Obito Uchiha. It just happened to share the same name.

How should he describe this Divine Might?

It could be considered another version of Conqueror's Haki.

He could intimidate and suppress opponents weaker than himself without lifting a finger.

"Since that's the case, let's give it a try."

Ning Wen thought to himself.

A wisp of pressure quietly spilled from his body, soundlessly enveloping the Gatekeeper.

The Gatekeeper was still standing with his hands on his hips, frowning impatiently at Ning Wen as he prepared to keep scolding him and drive him away.

But the next second, an irresistible pressure hit him. His head spun, his knees buckled, and his whole body went inexplicably weak and limp.

Thud!

Without warning, the Gatekeeper, who had just been acting so arrogantly, dropped to his knees on the stone paving at the academy entrance.

His posture was proper, but the scene was utterly humiliating.

Several people passing by stared in shock, their eyes wide and their faces full of bewilderment.

How had someone who'd been standing perfectly well suddenly ended up kneeling?

The Gatekeeper kneeling on the ground was even more dumbfounded. He couldn't support himself, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get back up. All that remained in his heart was inexplicable dread.

Pathetic ants, how dare you gaze upon this exalted one!

A mere divine punishment to chastise your insolence. Leaving you alive is already an act of mercy on my part.

Once, in a fit of rage, I directly destroyed an entire world!

You ant! You should be grateful!

This exalted one has shown mercy for once.

Ning Wen had nothing to say this time.

After all, he'd only just acquired a divine skill for clearing out weak mobs.

Go ahead and put on a show!

In the shadows, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were also slightly taken aback.

They had both spread out their senses to the fullest, yet still hadn't detected any Soul Power fluctuations or energy leaking out.

And yet, the bizarre scene before them had undeniably happened.

A faint glimmer passed through Gu Rong's usually still eyes.

Chen Xin sighed inwardly as well. Ning Wen was becoming even more impossible to read.

Though, to be fair, he'd never been able to read him in the first place.

The atmosphere at the academy entrance was bizarre, and the scene was unbearably awkward.

Just then, a voice came from inside the academy.

"What's all this commotion at the entrance?"

Ning Wen turned toward the voice.

The man was somewhat thin, with short black hair styled neatly and an unremarkable face. He was middle-aged, and his manner had a somewhat gloomy air.

He held his hands behind his back and wore an old black robe, striking the pose of a learned scholar trying to seem profound.

Those features, that pretentious manner—

Who else could it be but Yu Xiaogang!

Ning Wen looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, becoming even less able to understand what Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong saw in him.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Yu Xiaogang glanced around. First he saw the Gatekeeper kneeling in a sorry state, his face pale, then his eyes settled on Ning Wen, examining him.

If this had been a year ago, he might have spoken kindly.

But now—

He had already taken Tang San, a disciple with Innate Full Soul Power, and his mindset had long since changed.

At those words, Ning Wen frowned slightly.

The tone didn't sound much like a question. It sounded more like an interrogation.

How dare a mere good-for-nothing speak to this exalted one like that!

What a laughable frog in a well!

"I'm here to find Xiao Wu," Ning Wen replied coldly.

"Xiao Wu?"

Yu Xiaogang paused, a strange glint in his eyes. "What are you to Xiao Wu? Why are you looking for her?"