A Mere Good-for-Nothing Dared Speak to This Seat Like That!

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

The bustle of city life greeted him as soon as he passed through the gates. The markets along the streets were packed, and vendors called out over one another.

Ning Wen did not linger. He asked a few passersby for directions to Notting Academy, then headed straight there.

Before long, the gates of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy came into view.

Ning Wen walked up to them. As he approached, a gatekeeper looked up and gave him a once-over, his gaze appraising and faintly contemptuous.

Ning Wen had spent the past two days eating and sleeping on the road. His clothes were dusty, worn, and somewhat disheveled.

He looked no different from a wild child who had wandered in from the countryside.

"Kid, this isn't a place for you. Get lost." The gatekeeper waved him away in disgust.

Ning Wen paused, then almost laughed.

He had not expected to get the protagonist treatment himself.

Would Yu Xiaogang show up next?

You dared disrespect This Seat. You're dead!

No way. He's going to kill someone over this?!

Gu Rong frowned when he heard Ning Wen's inner voice.

The strong ruled on Douluo Continent, but they were in public. Killing someone here would certainly cause chaos.

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

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

"Who could a little brat like you be here to see?"

The gatekeeper grew even more irritated. "What connection could a ragged little brat like you have to anyone in the academy? Stop making trouble and leave!"

You look down on people like a dog. No matter how far This Seat has fallen, an ant like you cannot humiliate me!

To borrow Tang San's words, you've chosen the path to your own death!

The corners of Ning Wen's mouth rose slightly.

He was already a three-ring Soul Elder, with enough combat strength to rival a Five-Ring Soul King.

In Notting City, he was practically invincible—aside from Tang Hao, who never played fair.

If it came to that, he could just fight his way in!

"Little Wen, traces of a Titled Douluo's aura linger here. Don't cause a commotion."

A voice Ning Wen knew all too well sounded beside his ear.

It belonged to Chen Xin.

The claim about a Titled Douluo's lingering aura was merely an excuse.

Ning Wen raised an eyebrow, a strange look flashing through his eyes.

He had not expected Chen Xin to detect a Titled Douluo's aura here.

That Titled Douluo had to be Tang Hao.

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

Could Chen Xin tell Tang Hao had been here through perception alone?

Did Chen Xin's mental strength really go that far?

How could This Seat change a decision so easily?

Forget it. Killing someone in public would be troublesome. This Seat is still lying low after reincarnation, and my cultivation has not fully recovered.

Besides, striking an ant would be beneath This Seat's dignity. I'll use a divine technique to teach him a small lesson instead.

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

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

If you're so capable, teach me one.

Ding! Congratulations, Host. Critical Hit Reward obtained: Divine Might!

At the sound of the reward notification, Ning Wen blinked in bewilderment.

Hold on, man. I was just saying that.

You actually did it!

Then can you give me the Emperor Armor too?

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

Nothing followed.

The Voice Pack gave no response this time.

Well, that was about what I expected.

If I got everything I asked for, why would I bother cultivating?

Divine Might, this Critical Hit Reward, was rather interesting.

It was not the Divine Might of that ungrateful Obito Uchiha. It merely shared the name.

How to describe this Divine Might?

It was like another version of Conqueror's Haki.

Without lifting a finger, he could use its pressure to intimidate opponents weaker than himself.

In that case, I might as well try it.

As Ning Wen thought this, a wisp of pressure quietly spilled from his body and enveloped the gatekeeper without a sound.

The gatekeeper still stood with his hands on his hips, glaring impatiently at Ning Wen as he prepared to drive him off again.

But in the next instant, an irresistible pressure struck him. His head spun, his legs buckled, and an inexplicable weakness washed through his body.

Thud!

Without warning, the gatekeeper who had been so arrogant a moment ago dropped to both knees on the stone slabs outside the academy gates.

He knelt perfectly upright, looking utterly wretched.

Several passersby stopped in their tracks, staring with wide eyes.

How had a man standing there just dropped to his knees?

The gatekeeper's mind had gone blank. He could not support himself, let alone get back up. All that remained was a nameless terror.

Lowly ant, how dare you look directly at This Seat!

This small divine punishment is for your insolence. Sparing your life is mercy enough.

Back then, This Seat destroyed an entire world in a fit of anger!

Count yourself fortunate, ant!

This Seat rarely shows mercy.

Ning Wen had nothing to say to that.

After all, he had just gained a divine technique for clearing out small fry.

Go ahead and show off if you want!

Hidden nearby, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were both taken aback.

They stretched their senses to the limit, yet detected no fluctuation of Soul Power or release of energy.

Even so, the bizarre scene had happened right before their eyes.

A flicker passed through Gu Rong's still eyes.

Chen Xin sighed inwardly. Ning Wen was becoming ever harder for him to understand.

Not that he had ever understood him in the first place.

An awkward silence hung over the academy gates.

Just then, a voice came from inside the academy.

"What is all this noise at the gates?"

Ning Wen looked toward the voice.

A somewhat thin, middle-aged man stood there. He had short black hair combed neatly back, an ordinary face, and a gloomy air.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and he wore an old black robe, affecting the manner of a profound scholar.

Those features, that pretentious manner—

Who else could it be but Yu Xiaogang?

Ning Wen looked Yu Xiaogang up and down, finding it even harder to understand what Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong saw in him.

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

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept over the gatekeeper kneeling on the ground, disheveled and pale, before settling on Ning Wen with a scrutinizing look.

A year earlier, he might have spoken more kindly.

But not anymore!

He had taken Tang San, a disciple with Innate Full Soul Power, under his wing. His outlook was no longer what it had been.

Ning Wen frowned slightly at his words.

That tone sounded less like a question than an interrogation.

A mere good-for-nothing dared speak to This Seat like that!

A frog at the bottom of a well. How laughable!

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

"Xiao Wu?"

Yu Xiaogang paused, a strange look flashing through his eyes. "Who are you to Xiao Wu? What do you want with her?"