A Long-Awaited Taste of Sweet Rain! Zhao Wuji's Bad Luck!

That night, Yang Que slowly woke from his stupor. The first thing he saw was Zhu Zhuqing asleep beside his bed. She had clearly been watching over him since that afternoon.

Yang Que gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's hair. His touch woke the sleeping beauty.

Zhu Zhuqing's lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her lovely eyes. Yang Que was smiling at her.

Her cheeks reddened. "You're awake! I'll go get the headmaster and the others..." She stood and started toward the door.

Yang Que caught her hand. "Why bother with them? Let's take care of our own business first!"

Under Zhu Zhuqing's astonished gaze, Yang Que lifted her into his arms.

"Ah!" Zhu Zhuqing cried out.

Yang Que carried her to the bed and pounced like a beast.

In an instant, the room was filled with springtime passion.

Enticing sounds drifted from within.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji was sorting through the Shrek students' records in his room.

A faint noise came from outside the window.

"Who's there?" Zhao Wuji barked, then gave chase.

In the middle of their exertions, Yang Que suddenly sensed a disturbance near Zhao Wuji.

As though he had remembered something, Yang Que chuckled. Heh, Teacher Zhao. Looks like even with me here, you still couldn't escape this ordeal.

Flushed, Zhu Zhuqing noticed him stop and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Yang Que grinned. "Nothing. I was just wondering where that icy beauty from earlier today went."

Zhu Zhuqing shyly hid her face beneath the covers. "Smooth talker. This is all your fault!"

Yang Que chuckled and resumed what they had been doing...

Zhao Wuji pursued the sound into a forest.

Standing among the trees, he roared, "Come out! I saw you!"

Nothing stirred.

Growing irritated, Zhao Wuji released his Martial Soul and all seven of his Soul Rings.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

After Zhao Wuji released his Martial Soul, a cloaked figure appeared on the trunk of a towering tree.

A faint smile tugged at Zhao Wuji's lips when he spotted the figure. So strength really is what matters...

The figure jumped to the ground, and Soul Rings slowly emerged around him.

When the first seven appeared, Zhao Wuji's lip curled. The same level as me? I'm not afraid of that!

Then the eighth and ninth Soul Rings emerged in succession.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.

"A... A Titled Douluo?!"

The nine Soul Rings shook him to his core. The last, brilliant red ring left his legs trembling.

All nine Soul Rings shone with dazzling light.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

"Your Excellency, have I offended you somehow? Please tell me, and I'll be sure to apologize!" Zhao Wuji said, trembling with fear.

Just then, a figure flew in from afar. It was Headmaster Flender!

Flender immediately bowed. "Flender greets His Excellency Haotian!"

"Oh? Flender, you know who I am?" The cloaked figure slowly removed his hood, revealing a rugged face. It was Tang Hao!

Zhao Wuji's legs shook even harder. Who didn't know Clear Sky Douluo? He was the ruthless man who had killed Spirit Hall's previous master and turned Spirit Hall upside down! Who wouldn't fear him?

Zhao Wuji dropped to one knee and cupped his fists. "Your Excellency Haotian, please tell me how I offended you so badly that you came to deal with me yourself!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Haotian. Could you tell us how Zhao Wuji offended you?" Flender added.

"How did he offend me? When someone bullies the young, the old naturally come calling," Tang Hao said evenly.

"Bullied the young?!" Zhao Wuji and Flender were baffled.

Then Flender suddenly remembered. "Tang! Could it be...?"

At Flender's words, Zhao Wuji realized it too. That kid Tang San!

This...

Zhao Wuji felt utterly wronged. During today's test, Zhu Zhuqing had been hurt, so Yang Que had challenged him to a duel. Now Tang San's father had appeared too! What had he done to deserve this?

"Zhao Wuji, I won't bully you. Since you like crushing people with your Soul Power pressure, I'll let you have a taste of it. If you can withstand pressure at level seventy, I'll let you go. If you can't, I'll give you a beating!" Tang Hao said, showing neither joy nor anger.

Zhao Wuji pulled a miserable face. Do I have a choice? Being a teacher isn't easy these days! You train a bunch of students, then have to watch out for their fathers coming after you!

Grim-faced, Zhao Wuji released his Martial Soul. "Come on, Your Excellency!"

"Heh! You've got nerve!" A cold smile touched Tang Hao's lips.

Flender stepped aside. Forget it. I'm staying out of this. A beating might do him good! It's not like he'll die.

A mighty wave of Soul Power pressure suddenly crushed down on Zhao Wuji.

"Pfft!" Zhao Wuji spat blood and collapsed facedown.

This pressure came from a Super Douluo—and without any warm-up, Tang Hao had gone straight to level seventy!

When Zhao Wuji tested Tang San and the others earlier, he had not started at full power. He had increased the pressure little by little.

But Tang Hao had unleashed level-seventy Soul Power pressure from the outset. It would have been a miracle if Zhao Wuji hadn't been flattened!

"Heh! So this is Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King?" Tang Hao sneered.

What bullshit! You're a Super Douluo, and you hit me with your pressure without a warm-up—straight to full blast! Even a Soul Douluo couldn't withstand that! I see what this is. You never wanted me to hold out. You just wanted to beat me up! You could've said so. It's not like I can fight back!

Zhao Wuji grumbled inwardly.

"Your Excellency Haotian's Soul Power is formidable. I concede defeat," Zhao Wuji said with cupped fists.

"Heh!" Tang Hao sneered, vanished, and reappeared right in front of Zhao Wuji.

An uppercut! A lowercut!...

Fists and feet rained down on Zhao Wuji.

"Ah!" Screams echoed through the forest.

Ten minutes later!

Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen. Sitting on a rock, Tang Hao told Flender evenly, "I'm leaving my son in your care. Don't tell him I came. And that boy Yang Que... you'd best not interfere with him. Whatever he decides, stay out of it. Let him grow on his own!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Haotian! That child Yang Que..." Flender began to ask.

Tang Hao cut him off. "Don't ask what you shouldn't. Speak less and do more. The less you know, the longer you'll live! Even I don't dare interfere with him."

Startled, Flender lowered his head at once. Even this ruthless man doesn't dare interfere with Yang Que? That boy either has a terrifying background or is terrifying in his own right!

"Yes!" Flender nodded.

"Good. I'll be going. Hm! It seems you have visitors. Heh, you can welcome them yourselves. I'm off!" Tang Hao glanced into the distance.

Flender looked thoroughly puzzled.

Just then, an aura sharp enough to cut swept into the forest.

A middle-aged man with pale hair approached, standing atop a long sword. His aura was terrifying, seemingly only a shade weaker than Tang Hao's!

This was the Titled Douluo Jian Chenxin!

"What a terrifying aura! Who was that?" Jian Chenxin murmured, gazing into the distance.

Flender was already stunned beyond words. What's going on? Titled Douluo are showing up one after another, and they seem furious! Is Zhao Wuji their target again?

Flender soon recognized him as one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo: Sword Douluo!

"Flender greets Your Excellency Sword Douluo!" Flender hurriedly bowed.

Jian Chenxin smiled. "Flender, I know you. You're the eldest of the Golden Iron Triangle, aren't you?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. I'm honored that someone as insignificant as me has caught your eye!" Flender said, lowering his head.

"Heh! The Golden Iron Triangle are hardly insignificant! Enough. This doesn't concern you. I'm here for Zhao Wuji." Jian Chenxin waved a hand.

Of course!

"Uh, may I ask what business you have with Zhao Wuji, Your Excellency?" Flender glanced at Zhao Wuji, whom Tang Hao had already beaten unconscious, and sighed. Looks like he's in for more than one beating today!

Jian Chenxin looked over too. "Well! Someone already beat him up? That explains the powerful Soul Power I sensed earlier. It was no weaker than mine!"

"Heh! Do you really not know why I'm here? Ning Rongrong is our little princess. We're afraid she'll melt if we hold her in our mouths and afraid she'll fall if we cradle her in our hands. We can't bear to hit or scold her! But you people held a test and knocked her unconscious! If Fengzhi hadn't told me not to take it out on the rest of you, I'd have torn Shrek Academy down. Move aside and let me beat Zhao Wuji. Then we'll call it even!" Jian Chenxin said furiously.

"Ah?! Sect Master Ning came too?" Flender looked alarmed.

At that moment, an elegant figure appeared. It was Ning Fengzhi! "Headmaster Flender, it's been a long time! I trust you've been well?"

"You honor me, Sect Master Ning!" Flender was in a panic. Why are so many powerful people here today?

"Sect Master Ning, Zhao Wuji has already been beaten into this state. If you beat him again, I'm afraid..." Flender spoke up for him.

"Heh! What of it? Fengzhi, heal that scoundrel. I want to beat him myself!" Jian Chenxin said viciously.

"Oh? Who managed to beat Vice Headmaster Zhao Wuji into such a state? Would you mind telling me?" Ning Fengzhi asked lightly.

Flender understood the implication. If he named the culprit, Ning Fengzhi would spare Zhao Wuji.

"Well... Sect Master Ning, do as you please!" Flender had plainly given up on Zhao Wuji. Old Zhao, hang in there. Our academy can't afford to offend that ruthless man!

"Oh? You can't say? Then it must be someone formidable. Stronger than Uncle Jian, perhaps?" Ning Fengzhi continued probing.

"And it must have to do with what happened this morning. Let me guess: someone stronger than Uncle Jian... could it be Old Rhino?" Ning Fengzhi ventured. The Old Rhino he meant was the head of the Body Sect and Lin Song's father—a level-ninety-seven Super Douluo!

Guess away. I'm not saying a word! I can't afford to offend any of you. Beat him if you want; I'm keeping my mouth shut!

"Wait, no. Old Rhino rarely involves himself in his son's affairs. Then who? That person from the Pill Sect? No, his temper isn't that fiery. Interesting! It must be the father of that boy with Blue Silver Grass, or the father of one of the boys with extraordinary talent!"

"Hahaha! How interesting! This year's Shrek students really are a mix of dragons and fish! Come, Uncle Jian, let's go. Zhao Wuji has already been beaten, so our anger has been answered. There's no need to hit him again," Ning Fengzhi said.

"Hmph. I'll spare him for Fengzhi's sake today. If there's a next time, I'll skin him!" Jian Chenxin said fiercely.

"Yes! I'll make sure Zhao Wuji behaves!" Flender swallowed hard.

"Hmph!" Jian Chenxin swept his sleeve and left with Ning Fengzhi.

"Phew! Those great figures really do think differently. Good thing I said nothing, or I'd have been finished!"

"That fool Zhao Wuji... Thank goodness I sent him to conduct the test. Otherwise, I'd be the one suffering today!" Flender looked profoundly relieved.

Flender carefully carried Zhao Wuji back.

Still locked in their passionate struggle, Yang Que sensed the movement. Headmaster Flender brought Zhao Wuji back? Looks like it's over! Things went much like the original story. Zhao Wuji's probably bruised and swollen!

Despite the thought, Yang Que did not stop moving...

The room was filled with a strange scent!

Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful...