The Immovable Wisdom King Was a Legend Too

Half an hour later.

In a room not far from Zhao Wuji's testing ground, Yang Xiu and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the window, watching.

Bai Ling and Dai Mubai had brought Tang San, Xiao Wu, Hong Wu, and Ning Rongrong. There was also 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 boy had survived because of something he had once said.

One of the Soul Emperors who had surrounded Zhao Wuji had discovered Zi Yang. Because that man had died, Zi Yang had never been exposed and had lived.

But cases like his were few and far between. How many people had Yang Xiu killed? Of those who had survived because of him, there were probably only 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 one in this lifetime, and even if he did, someone without enough talent would be just another passerby.

"Another unexpected guest. Heh, this is getting interesting."

"Teacher Zhao, these five were excused from the first two-thirds of the tests and came straight here. When will this test begin?" Dai Mubai asked.

Zhao Wuji, who had been resting with his back to them, opened his eyes. Without moving, he said calmly, "Five of them? Looks like we have plenty of Little Monsters this year. Hm. I haven't stretched my limbs in ages. I'll handle this one. If they can last an incense stick's time against me, I'll decide whether they stay based on their performance."

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

Bai Ling spoke in a voice devoid of emotion. She had not planned to come, but after seeing Tang San and Xiao Wu, she had followed them.

At the sound of Bai Ling's voice, Zhao Wuji turned his head. He saw her and the three people beside her.

Hm? That girl doesn't have a human's aura. Are these the Sect's disciples? Zhao Wuji said nothing more.

He understood why Bai Ling had spoken up. She rarely said a word.

"I know what you mean. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

"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 little bear cubs?" Before Zhao Wuji could answer, an idea flashed through Xiao Wu's mind. She had not even considered that his clothes were the Sect's uniform.

"And you're dressed just like Big Bear. You even look like him, only smaller. Are you Second Bear?"

Zhao Wuji was baffled. What little bear cubs? What Big Bear? What Second Bear? But he had caught the part about wearing the same clothes. Only the Sect had clothes like these on the Douluo Continent. 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 an annoying guy. He scared me once," Xiao Wu said 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 touched his forehead and pulled her back.

"Xiao Wu, stop it. He's from the Sect."

"Teacher Zhao, Xiao Wu's too playful. Please don't mind her. She means Elder Hua Xiong."

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

"Big Bear... Hahahaha!" Zhao Wuji burst out laughing. Before long, his laughter stopped dead. He remembered that the girl had called him Second Bear, and he fell silent.

He felt thoroughly put out. She dared call Big Brother "Big Bear" and got away with it. He was no fool: this girl without a human's aura might be someone he could not afford to offend. He said nothing. It looked like he would have to go even easier on her.

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 the clothes Xiao Wu and Hong Wu wore today. His senior schoolmate Bai Ling—senior because she had arrived before him, not because she was older—and Teacher Bai had the same kind. Teacher Zhao's suit even matched Tang San's.

He realized they all came from the same place, and he was stunned. What sort of force had so many geniuses? He had once thought reaching Soul Elder at thirteen made him extraordinary. But these people were only twelve or thirteen, and Hong Wu had said he was stronger. That put Dai Mubai's own strength in perspective. 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 did not recognize one another. When everyone fell quiet, Dai Mubai called, "Everyone, come over."

"I don't know why Teacher Zhao wants to do this himself, but he's the strongest person at the academy."

"How strong? Like the Soul Emperors outside?" Xiao Wu piped up again.

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

Xiao Wu suddenly grew a little frightened.

"Level eighty-one? Then am I... Hm? Third Brother said he's one of Brother Xiu's people. You scared this little bunny to death." At last, Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Dai Mubai answered gravely. He did not know that Zhao Wuji had been to the Inheritance Tower.

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

"His Martial Soul is the Great Strength Vajra Bear. It leaves no openings anywhere on his body. Across the continent, he's also known by another name: 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.

Finally given a chance to show what she knew, Ning Rongrong 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 clansman of Tai Tan, the chief of the Strength Clan. Tai Tan hunted him everywhere. Later, he also offended Spirit Hall. Because of his Martial Soul, even people at his own level could hardly break through his defenses, so he survived despite being hunted constantly. He fled farther and farther away until one day, he killed a Spirit Hall genius and enraged them for good. Zhao Wuji was only a Soul Emperor then, yet at least sixteen Soul Emperors and a Soul Douluo above level eighty surrounded him. No one knows what happened in the end, but not one of those Soul Emperors or that Soul Douluo survived. Zhao Wuji disappeared from the continent for years. I never expected to find him here—or to find that he'd become a Soul Douluo."

"Hiss..."

"How are we supposed to fight that?"

"Teacher Zhao said he won't use much of his strength. Besides, you don't have to win. He's judging your performance," Dai Mubai said.

That eased even Tang San and Xiao Wu of the Flame Emperor Sect. Dai Mubai then began explaining Zhao Wuji's Soul Skills.

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

"Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I'm a control-type Tool Soul Elder. For special reasons, I won't use my Soul Skills."

"Xiao Wu. My Martial Soul is the Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit. I'm an agility-attack Battle Soul Elder."

"Hong Wu. My Martial Soul is a wolf. I'm a Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder."

"Zi Yang. My Martial Soul is the Turtle Snake. I'm a level twenty-five defense-type Soul Grandmaster."

"Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I'm a level twenty-seven support-type Soul Grandmaster."

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

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

Zi Yang, too, was drawn in by the mention of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Before long, Tang San took charge and began assigning roles.

As time passed, the battle began.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Xiao Wu's and Hong Wu's Soul Rings. To have achieved so much at twelve or thirteen made them geniuses among geniuses. With a fight ahead of them, though, there was no time to talk.

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

An incense stick's time was not long, but for some people it was long enough. And so began a fight in which Zhao Wuji held back at every turn. After what Xiao Wu had said earlier, he did not dare hit her hard or offend someone he could not afford to cross. Xiao Wu had no such reservations. She even wanted to beat him up for frightening her, leaving Zhao Wuji in a sorry state. As for Tang San, without his Martial Soul or Hidden Weapons, their exchanges went back and forth, but... the less said about that, the better. Who was this performance for? Soon the farce was over. Zhao Wuji announced the result despite his misgivings. Nor did Tang Hao give him any special attention.

Yang Xiu took Zhu Zhuqing away to train.

After Tang San and the others had gotten acquainted, Bai Ling left with the Sect's people. Dai Mubai had to make arrangements for Zi Yang and Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong ended up in a room by herself, while everyone else shared rooms in pairs. Classes had not started yet, so Xiao Wu and Tang San went wandering and still ran into Ma Hongjun, that pervert. Though it happened earlier this time, they met him all the same. This time, 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 afterward, explained the situation, and took Ma Hongjun away; the two of them shared a room. Watching them leave, Xiao Wu muttered:

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

Xiao Wu turned to Tang San with a warning. "Third Brother, don't pick up their bad habits. Otherwise, I'll ask Brother Xiu to set you straight."

This time, Tang San did not think Xiao Wu was wrong. He had barely dealt with Dai Mubai and had never had a good impression of him, though his character had seemed passable. After what happened with Ma Hongjun today, Tang San thought it best to keep his distance from both of them. He answered earnestly:

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

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