The Immovable Wisdom King Was a Legend Too

Half an hour later.

In a room not far from where Zhao Wuji held the assessment, Yang Xiu and Zhu Zhuqing stood by the window, watching.

Bai Ling and Dai Mubai had brought Tang San, Xiao Wu, Hong Wu, and Ning Rongrong over. Besides them, there was one unexpected person.

Name: Zi Yang (12 years old)

Soul Power: Level 25 (yellow, yellow)

Martial Soul: Turtle Snake

Innate Soul Power: Level 7

Yang Xiu did not know that this person had survived because of something he had said.

One of the Soul Emperors who had besieged Zhao Wuji had once discovered Zi Yang. That Soul Emperor's death had kept him from revealing Zi Yang's presence, allowing him to survive.

But cases like that were few and far between. How many people had Yang Xiu killed? Those who had survived because of him were probably limited to the people the assassin organization in the Star Luo Empire had killed. Even if he knew, he would not care. He might never meet another in this lifetime, and even if he did, someone without enough talent would be just another passerby.

"I didn't expect another person to show up. Heh, this should be interesting."

"Teacher Zhao, these five were allowed to skip the first two-thirds of the trials and come straight here. When will their assessment begin?" Dai Mubai asked.

Zhao Wuji, who had been sitting with his back to them, opened his eyes but did not move. "Five of them? Looks like we have quite a few Little Monsters this year. Hmm, it's been a long time since I stretched my muscles. I'll handle this one. If they can last the time it takes an incense stick to burn against me, their performance will determine whether they stay."

"Teacher Zhao, that's against the rules."

Bai Ling's voice held no emotion. She had not planned to come, but when she saw Tang San and Xiao Wu, she had followed them.

Hearing Bai Ling, Zhao Wuji turned his head. He saw her and the three people beside her.

So these are the Sect's disciples.

He understood why Bai Ling had spoken. She rarely said anything.

"I know what you mean. Don't worry. I know my limits."

"Dai Mubai, tell these little brats how strong I am so they can prepare themselves. They'd better perform well, or they'll be eliminated."

Before Dai Mubai could speak, Xiao Wu cut in.

"Don't call us little brats! Why don't you call us bear cubs instead?" Before Zhao Wuji could answer, inspiration struck her. She had not even considered that his clothes were Sect attire.

"And you're wearing the same clothes as Big Bear. You look pretty much like him, too, only smaller. Are you Second Bear?"

Zhao Wuji was baffled. Bear cubs? Big Bear? Second Bear? But he had heard her mention the same clothes. On Douluo Continent, only the Sect had them. At last, he asked, "Who's this Big Bear you're talking about?"

"Big Bear is Big Bear. Who else would he be? He's annoying. He scared me once." Xiao Wu spoke mischievously. She knew what Zhao Wuji meant, but she would not tell him.

Zhao Wuji was at a loss for words. "I'm asking what Big Bear's name is."

Xiao Wu was about to tease him again, but Tang San rubbed his forehead and spoke first. "Teacher Zhao, Xiao Wu's too mischievous. Please don't mind her. She means Elder Hua Xiong."

"Big Brother? She calls Big Brother Big Bear?"

"Big Bear... Hahahahaha!" Zhao Wuji burst out laughing, only for it to stop abruptly. He remembered that the girl had called him Second Bear and said nothing more.

He was stumped. She dared call Big Brother Big Bear and got away with it. He was no fool—this girl was clearly someone he could not afford to offend. He kept quiet. It looked like he would have to go even easier on them later.

By the window, Yang Xiu was laughing so hard he nearly cried. Zhu Zhuqing was struggling not to laugh too much herself.

Dai Mubai noticed what Xiao Wu and Hong Wu were wearing today. He realized that Bai Ling, his senior at the academy—she had arrived before him, though she was not older—and Teacher Bai had the same clothes. Even Teacher Zhao's Suit was the same as Tang San's. They had to come from the same place. He was stunned, too. What kind of force had so many geniuses? He had once thought breaking through to Soul Elder at thirteen was remarkable.

But these people were only twelve or thirteen, and Hong Wu had said he was stronger than him. Dai Mubai suddenly felt ordinary. From the way they spoke to one another, he could tell they were all from the same place, though he did not know why they seemed not to know one another. When everyone fell silent, he called out, "Everyone, come over here."

"I don't know why Teacher Zhao decided to take you on himself, but he's the strongest person at the academy."

"How strong? Like those Soul Emperors outside?" Xiao Wu popped up again.

"No. He's a level eighty-one Soul Douluo. He's far stronger than a Soul Emperor."

Dai Mubai answered solemnly. He did not know Zhao Wuji had gone to the Inheritance Tower.

"A level eighty-one Soul Douluo? How are we supposed to fight him?" Zi Yang blurted out.

"His Martial Soul is the Great Strength Vajra Bear. It leaves no openings anywhere on his body. He has another title across the continent: the Immovable Wisdom King," Dai Mubai continued.

"The Immovable Wisdom King? He's the Immovable Wisdom King?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

"You know him?" Dai Mubai asked.

Ning Rongrong, who had not had a chance to show what she knew, lifted her head proudly like a peacock spreading its tail and began to speak.

"The Immovable Wisdom King first became famous after he accidentally injured a cousin of Tai Tan, the Strength Clan's chief. Tai Tan hunted him everywhere. Later, he offended Spirit Hall. Because of his Martial Soul, even people at his level had trouble breaking through his defenses, so he survived despite being hunted constantly. He fled farther and farther until, one day, he killed a Spirit Hall genius and finally made Spirit Hall furious. Zhao Wuji was only a Soul Emperor then, but at least sixteen Soul Emperor-level experts and a Soul Douluo above level eighty surrounded him. No one knows what happened next, but not one of those Soul Emperors or that Soul Douluo survived. Zhao Wuji vanished from the continent for years. I never thought he'd be here—or that he'd become a Soul Douluo."

"Hiss..."

"How can we fight him?"

"Teacher Zhao said he won't use much of his strength. Besides, you don't have to win. You'll be judged on how you perform," Dai Mubai said at last.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu of the Flame Emperor Sect breathed sighs of relief. Dai Mubai then began explaining Zhao Wuji's Soul Skills.

"All right, I've told you everything I can. Introduce yourselves and get to know one another." Dai Mubai stepped aside.

"Tang San. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass. Control System Tool Soul Elder. For special reasons, I won't be using Soul Skills."

"Xiao Wu. Martial Soul: Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit. Agility Attack System Battle Soul Elder."

"Hong Wu. Martial Soul: wolf. Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder."

"Zi Yang. Martial Soul: Turtle Snake. Level twenty-five Defense System Soul Grandmaster."

"Ning Rongrong. Martial Soul: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Level twenty-seven Support System Soul Grandmaster."

"Someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Zi Yang said. "With your strength, talent, and surname, you must be a direct descendant."

"My father is the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," Ning Rongrong said proudly. She had not even noticed that Tang San and the other two had not given their levels. She was still that proud peacock.

Zi Yang's attention was caught by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well.

Tang San soon took the lead and began assigning roles.

As time passed, the battle began.

Everyone was stunned by Xiao Wu and Hong Wu's Soul Rings. To have achieved so much at twelve or thirteen made them geniuses among geniuses. With a fight ahead, though, there was little time to talk.

Because Ning Rongrong did not know their exact levels, she was merely disappointed. She assumed the two had only just broken through to Soul Elder and that, if she trained hard, she could catch up. It never occurred to her that she might be inferior.

The time it took an incense stick to burn was not long, but for some people it was long enough. And so a battle with plenty of punches pulled began. After what Xiao Wu had said, Zhao Wuji did not dare strike her hard. He could not afford to offend a girl like her. Xiao Wu had no such reservations, leaving him in a sorry state. As for Tang San, since he used neither his Martial Soul nor Hidden Weapons, their exchanges went back and forth. But... the less said about that, the better. Who were they putting on a show for? The farce soon ended. Zhao Wuji announced the result despite his guilty conscience. Nor did he receive any special attention from Tang Hao.

Yang Xiu took Zhu Zhuqing away to train.

After Tang San and the others had gotten acquainted, Bai Ling left with the Sect members. Dai Mubai had to arrange accommodations for Zi Yang and Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong ended up with a room to herself, while everyone else shared two to a room. Classes had not started yet, so Tang San and Xiao Wu wandered around and still ran into Ma Hongjun, the lecher. This time, however, Xiao Wu beat him so badly he would not be getting up for a week. If the girl had not pleaded for him, it might have been worse. Dai Mubai arrived, explained the situation, and took Ma Hongjun away; after all, they shared a room. Watching the two leave, Xiao Wu muttered,

"Birds of a feather flock together. Neither of them is any good."

Then Xiao Wu warned Tang San, "Third Brother, don't pick up their bad habits. If you do, I'll ask Brother Xiu to teach you a lesson."

This time, Tang San did not think Xiao Wu was wrong. He had little to do with Dai Mubai and had never thought well of him. Though Dai Mubai's character seemed passable, what had happened with Ma Hongjun today made Tang San feel it would be better to keep his distance from them. He answered seriously,

"Don't worry. I'm not like them."

After that, neither of them felt like wandering anymore, so they went back.