A Soul Master Who Doesn't Dare Stir Up Trouble Isn't a Good Soul Master?

After they sat down, a waiter brought them some appetizers and handed them a menu.

"I've eaten sausages all day. I'm about to throw up." Ma Hongjun drooled as he looked at the menu.

Tang San turned to Dai Mubai and asked, "Should we invite Teacher Zhao to join us?"

Dai Mubai shook his head. "No need. When Teacher Zhao comes out with us, he won't pay any of our expenses or accept anything from us. That's a rule the dean set."

The fatty laughed. "Isn't that pretty nice?"

"Damn fatty, quit babbling and order!" Dai Mubai snapped.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong asked in confusion, "Why are we sitting so far away?"

Zhu Zhuqing also looked at Lin Ye, waiting for an answer.

Lin Ye lifted his tea and took a sip before saying, "You'll find out soon."

Ma Hongjun quickly ordered more than a dozen dishes, looking thoroughly delighted afterward.

"Not bad. This place isn't big, but they've got plenty to eat. Hopefully the flavors will measure up too."

Dai Mubai felt rather helpless at Ma Hongjun's assessment.

Aside from spending money on women, this fatty spent everything else on food.

A little later, the hotel's doors opened again, and seven or eight people walked in wearing matching uniforms.

Leading them was a middle-aged man dressed in a moon-white Soul Master robe, with reasonably regular features.

Behind him were seven young people of similar ages, six men and one woman. Their clothes bore an emblem with two characters in the same color: Canghui.

The restaurant owner froze briefly at the sight of them, then hurried over, nodding and bowing.

"That chick looks pretty good, Boss Dai. These guys must be from Canghui Academy." Ma Hongjun's little eyes leered at the only girl in the group.

Dai Mubai curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Just some tiny Canghui Academy. What the hell are they swaggering around for?"

Neither of them had bothered to lower his voice, so everyone from Canghui Academy heard their remarks.

The middle-aged man glanced at Dai Mubai and the others, his expression immediately darkening.

These wet-behind-the-ears brats dared mock us to our faces. They truly don't know how high heaven is or how deep the earth runs.

Still, he did not lash out on the spot. Instead, he stopped several angry students and ushered them to a table first.

Oscar was sitting beside Tang San. At the sight, he chuckled quietly. "Now we're in for a good show."

Tang San gave him a puzzled look. "What good show?"

Oscar explained, "This is part of our training too. The dean said a Soul Master who doesn't dare stir up trouble isn't a good Soul Master. They're all mediocrities."

"Picking a fight with people from a Soul Master Academy is the safest option. At worst, you just get into a fight."

Tang San couldn't help laughing at Oscar's words.

"Teacher, they humiliated us like that. Are we really going to swallow our anger?" a male student at Canghui Academy's table asked furiously.

The middle-aged man waved a hand, his gaze somewhat cold. Then he beckoned the student closer.

The male student leaned in and heard the middle-aged man say, "First, do this..."

Dai Mubai glanced toward Canghui Academy's table. Seeing the middle-aged man lean in to speak, a trace of disdain flickered through his sinister eyes.

Just then, a waiter emerged from the kitchen carrying a dish, intending to bring it to Tang San's table.

The male student from Canghui Academy who had just spoken with the middle-aged man suddenly stood and quickened his steps, crashing straight into the waiter amid the man's startled cry.

Just as the dish was about to overturn onto Dai Mubai's head, Tang San reacted swiftly, using Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to steady the waiter and support the plate.

"Don't waste food," Tang San said calmly.

The male student from Canghui Academy froze for a moment, then quickly revealed a sly smile. "So sorry. I didn't see you there."

But the moment those words left his mouth, he moved, kicking at a leg of the chair Dai Mubai was sitting on.

Dai Mubai smiled wickedly. Before the chair could be kicked over, he stood up and swung a palm straight at the male student's face.

The male student reacted quickly, immediately trying to dodge sideways, but to his shock, the Soul Power in his opponent's palm blasted both his hands aside.

"Oh, sh—!"

Smack!

The slap landed squarely on his face, leaving his head buzzing.

Seeing one of their own struck, the people from Canghui Academy could no longer stay seated. They stood to join the fight, only for the middle-aged man to block them behind him.

The middle-aged man walked up to Dai Mubai and the others, shielding the male student behind him, and asked grimly, "You children—which academy are you from?"

"Heh. You're not worthy of knowing."

The middle-aged man's face turned livid with rage.

"What an arrogant bunch of brats. Go! Teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

At his command, the people from Canghui Academy charged at Dai Mubai and the others. Xiao Wu immediately grew excited.

"A fight? I like that."

Xiao Wu quickly rushed forward, while Tang San and Oscar also sprang into action. In an instant, they all released their martial souls and Soul Rings.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man was startled by their Soul Rings and immediately ordered his academy's students to retreat.

"I am Ye Zhiqiu, director of external affairs at Canghui Academy. May I ask which sect you belong to?"

"We're from Shrek Academy," Ma Hongjun said smugly before Dai Mubai could speak.

"Shrek Academy? I don't think I've heard of it."

Dai Mubai snorted. "That's because you're ignorant and ill-informed."

Ye Zhiqiu's expression shifted repeatedly before he immediately let his black tortoise martial soul possess him.

"You children don't know any better. Watch your mouths in the future. Call your academy's teacher out."

Ma Hongjun gave a mocking cry. "You old turtle bastard think you're worthy of meeting our teacher? We're more than enough to deal with you."

"Everyone, esteemed Soul Masters, please, I beg you, don't fight inside my little shop. This is just a humble business, a humble business..."

The owner had no choice but to rush out. If he didn't stop them, his shop would probably be destroyed.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the owner, then turned his icy gaze on Dai Mubai and the others.

Nothing disgusted him more than being called a turtle bastard, yet these brats had insisted on touching that very sore spot.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll discipline you properly on your teacher's behalf. Outside."

"We'll see who teaches whom a lesson. Let's go out and take him on!" Dai Mubai said, turning to look at Lin Ye and the two girls.

Lin Ye was drinking tea, Zhu Zhuqing was holding a slice of watermelon, and Ning Rongrong had a handful of melon seeds. None of the three showed the slightest intention of getting involved.

"Hmph!" Displeased at the sight, Dai Mubai turned away and led the others out of the tavern.

Even without Lin Ye and the girls, they could still defeat their opponent!