Master, You're Such a Jerk

As for the teacher from Canghui Academy, the turtle-shell-glasses man, who was acting as his opponent—

At that instant, he could not help swallowing.

His fifth limb went limp from fright.

Not only had his fifth limb gone limp, even the hard turtle shell on his back seemed to have softened.

Though he was burning hot, cold sweat poured down his body, and his scalp went numb.

He held it in for a long while, yet could not squeeze out a single word.

He could not help glancing at Liu Yueyue beside him.

This is what you meant by not very high-level?

Fuck, this is terrifying!

Feng Yang looked at him leisurely.

"Make your move, uncle."

"..."

Make a move?

A Soul King making a move against a Soul Emperor?

You had to be kidding.

The turtle-shell man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his Martial Soul and soul rings instantly withdrew.

He forced out a flattering smile.

"Master Yueyue, I was just joking with you. How would I dare fight you?"

"..."

"..."

No one was surprised by the current situation.

But when had Feng Yang ever been easy to talk to?

Was a joke supposed to settle everything?

He had already summoned his Martial Soul.

"A joke? Do I look like someone who jokes around? And are we that close? You think you can joke with me?"

Boom!

Upon hearing Feng Yang's words, the turtle-shell man felt as though his head had exploded, and his asshole clenched tight.

The crowd began whispering among themselves.

"Serves you right for being so arrogant and refusing to let it go earlier."

"Getting humiliated now, aren't you?"

"..."

The turtle-shell man truly lived up to his Turtle Martial Soul. He knew when to bend and when to stretch.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

He promptly gave himself three hard slaps.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have failed to recognize greatness. Please spare me, little brother."

He knew very well that it was better to hit himself than be violently beaten by the Soul Emperor before him.

Beside them—

"Master, please forgive my teacher." Liu Yueyue hurriedly pleaded for him as well.

Feng Yang glanced at Liu Yueyue.

The turtle-shell man was at least sensible enough to give himself three crisp slaps and admit his mistake.

What was more, he had been willing to throw away all his dignity and slap himself in front of his own students.

There was no point pressing him any further.

More importantly—

Liu Yueyue was only level 32. She was still eight levels away from the level 40 graduation requirement, and she would be staying at Canghui Academy for quite a while. They would be seeing each other every day.

He might as well grant him a favor. That way, Liu Yueyue would have an easier time at Canghui Academy.

"Fine. Since my disciple has pleaded for you, I'll let you off," Feng Yang said.

The turtle-shell man sighed in relief, placed a hand over his chest, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you!"

"Go on."

"Master, you're amazing! Sob, sob, sob!" Ning Rongrong rushed over and threw herself into his arms.

Her soft, delicate body pressed tightly against Feng Yang. Who would not be envious and jealous at the sight, especially Oscar, whose envy and jealousy practically caused him to plasmolyze.

Not only did it leave everyone present dumbfounded, even Feng Yang himself was stunned.

"Uh... isn't being amazing a good thing? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just touched." Hugging Feng Yang, she raised her little face to look at him. "I'm glad I was able to take you as my master."

"..."

Seeing this made Zhu Zhuqing and Feng Yang's other disciple, Liu Yueyue, feel somewhat sour.

They both had the urge to go up and hug Feng Yang too.

Zhu Zhuqing had the courage, but not the personality. She could never take that first step.

Liu Yueyue had the personality, but not the courage.

After all, she was not like Ning Rongrong, who had the powerful Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing her up and could act spoiled and fool around without restraint at any time.

Feng Yang chatted casually with Liu Yueyue for a bit longer.

It turned out that Liu Yueyue and the others had just emerged from the Star Dou Great Forest.

Early the next morning, they had no choice but to part ways.

"Everyone, get to sleep early tonight."

Leaving those words behind, Feng Yang stood and left.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him.

After they came outside—

"Master," Zhu Zhuqing called out.

"Mm?"

"Earlier, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others..."

Zhu Zhuqing told him about the expressions Tang San and Dai Mubai had worn earlier.

"Damn it!" Ning Rongrong immediately clenched her fair little fists. "Those people are disgusting. So that was how they thought. Good thing Master is strong enough to scare that turtle-shell guy so badly he didn't even dare move."

"Hmph."

Feng Yang merely gave a casual chuckle.

"It's fine. It hasn't been just a day or two since they became hostile toward me. I actually like seeing the way they hate me but can't do anything about me."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

"Hahaha!" Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. "Master, you're such a jerk."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

"Hahaha!" Feng Yang looked at her and laughed as well.

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

This brought the master and disciple even closer.

Bang!

"Damn it!!"

Inside the restaurant on the first floor—

After Feng Yang left, Dai Mubai slammed his palm on the table, his face filled with displeasure.

"Why can someone like him improve so quickly?"

"He must have encountered some great opportunity again," Ma Hongjun said.

"Heaven is truly unfair!!" Oscar sighed as he looked at the sky. "My Rongrong actually hugged him like that!!"

Tang San's face darkened.

"Just seeing him for one more second makes my whole body feel sick!"

Xiao Wu: "..."

The next day—

The group of eight entered the Star Dou Great Forest.

Towering trees grew thickly, lush grasses flourished, and misty clouds blocked out the sun.

This gave the forest an eerie chill.

Flowers of all kinds of strange colors, and all sorts of unusual soul beasts.

In the blink of an eye, four hours passed.

Looking at the clearing ahead—

"Let's rest here for a while."

Feng Yang, walking at the very front, spoke.

After all, the Star Dou Great Forest differed from forests where soul beasts were raised by the nation. They could encounter Thousand Year or ten-thousand-year soul beasts at any time.

If their bodies became too exhausted, they would not be able to fully unleash their combat strength.

Everyone sat down to rest.

About an hour later—

The rustling sound grew louder and louder. Even Oscar and Ning Rongrong, who were support Soul Masters, could clearly sense just how swiftly the unknown creature was approaching.

Without saying a word, Zhu Zhuqing lightly tapped the ground and leaped up.

She then stepped off a large tree to the side, gracefully spun once in midair, and landed steadily on a branch around fifteen meters above the ground.

After observing for a moment—

"Master, it seems to be a flying snake. But it can't fly very high and can only move forward about three meters above the ground. It has a fleshy crest on its head that looks even larger than its head, bright red like blood. Its tail is rather unusual, shaped like a fan."

"A Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent?"

Feng Yang was doubtful.

He had never expected such an encounter to still happen.

If they killed this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, how would they distribute it if they encountered Meng Yiran afterward?

They had come out this time to help Oscar hunt a soul ring.

But on the other side was his even closer disciple.

If he gave it to Oscar, would Meng Shu and his granddaughter be hurt by that?

If he gave it to Meng Yiran, then after they returned, those guys would definitely complain about him to Flender.

Although Feng Yang did not care even if he left Shrek Academy, since he had already taken in two highly gifted disciples and believed they would follow him without hesitation.

But Xiao Wu was still left, and he could not take her away.

For Feng Yang, who ate everything clean and left not a blade of grass wherever he went, that felt as awful as eating shit.

Wait?!

Wasn't there also a Man Faced Demon Spider later on?