Were you born to Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword?

In truth, Zhao Su had only wanted to intimidate Tang Hao. He had not told him the truth.

The black-and-gold light enveloping him was not pure physical strength, but the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel's fourth Soul Skill: Holy Angel True Body!

This was something Zhao Su had only recently discovered.

His twin martial souls, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel and the Emperor Seven Kill Sword, were unlike those of Tang San or Bibi Dong.

Although they possessed two martial souls, they had to use them separately, which imposed a great many restrictions in battle.

His two martial souls, however, could be used separately or fused together.

He could even use Soul Skills without manifesting his martial souls.

At that moment, Zhao Su was like a god of war descended from the heavens.

After sending Tang Hao flying, he strode up to him, raised his fists shrouded in black-and-gold light, and unleashed a savage pounding.

All the Soul Power in Tang Hao's body seemed to have been sealed by a powerful aura.

He could not muster even a trace of Soul Power and had no strength to resist.

Watching from a short distance away, Zhao Wuji and Flender stood utterly frozen.

The scene before their eyes felt completely unreal.

"You're too weak. Go and work on improving your strength. I'll teach your son Tang San for you."

After roughly five minutes, Zhao Su stopped and spoke to Tang Hao, who lay on the ground, having already given up resisting.

Hearing Zhao Su's words, Tang Hao clambered to his feet. He could clearly feel that the lingering injuries that had plagued him for years were showing signs of dissipating after Zhao Su's brutal pounding.

"Thank you, Senior!"

"No need to thank me. Your talent is the greatest I've ever seen. Cultivate diligently. Once you're a little stronger, you might even be able to resurrect your wife!"

"Senior, you know..."

Tang Hao's pupils contracted as he stared at Zhao Su in disbelief.

Tang Hao had kept a seed of Ah Yin's precisely so that he could resurrect her one day.

No one but him knew about this.

Yet Zhao Su had spoken of it outright.

"You don't need to know how I know," Zhao Su interrupted him. "This is a Soul-Nourishing Pill. It might help you."

"Thank you for bestowing this medicine, Senior!"

Tang Hao respectfully accepted the Soul-Nourishing Pill from Zhao Su with both hands.

He even dropped to his knees right before Zhao Su.

"I, Tang Hao, am willing to serve as your ox and horse for the rest of my life to repay your kindness, Senior!"

"There's no need to repay me!"

Seeing Tang Hao act this way, Zhao Su could not help feeling a little embarrassed.

After all, he had healed Tang Hao's injuries and given him the Soul-Nourishing Pill not because he truly wanted to help him, but because he wanted Ah Yin resurrected so he could take her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

But Zhao Su soon reminded himself that he was a villain to begin with. These were precisely the things a villain ought to do.

Besides, love between a human and a beast was something heaven and earth would not tolerate.

That held true in any world.

"Senior, from now on, you're my idol! Whatever you ask me to do, I, Zhao Wuji, won't utter a word of objection."

After Tang Hao left, Zhao Wuji hurried over to Zhao Su and spoke with eyes full of admiration.

"You flatter me, Teacher Zhao. I'm only an ordinary person."

Zhao Su spoke with great humility.

To Flender and Zhao Wuji, however, his humility seemed rather like showing off.

Afterward, Zhao Su gave Zhao Wuji a few pointers.

When Zhao Su had read Douluo Continent in his previous life, he had rather liked Zhao Wuji.

But Zhao Wuji had a grudge against Spirit Hall and was Flender's sworn friend, not to mention Flender's relationship with Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Zhao Su was not certain whether he could bring Zhao Wuji into his service in the future.

So he merely gave him a few simple pointers, without actually helping him raise his Soul Power Level.

Even those few pointers gave Zhao Wuji a great deal of insight.

After thanking Zhao Su again, he returned to his room to cultivate.

Flender, meanwhile, remained beside Zhao Su, looking as though he wanted to say something but kept holding back.

"Dean Flender, is there something you want to say?"

"Who exactly are you, and why have you come to Shrek Academy?"

Flender looked at Zhao Su warily, his eyes holding a hint of confusion alongside his vigilance.

He had thought through every possibility he could imagine, only to reject them all.

"It's simple. I'm no great figure. I only came to Shrek because I was bored."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"All right. Since you don't want to tell me, I won't keep asking. But there's one more thing I want to say: don't lay a hand on those children!"

"Don't worry. I can promise you that. I'll even teach them personally!"

"I hope you keep your word!"

With that, Flender left as well.

Watching Flender's retreating figure, Zhao Su revealed a faint, somewhat wicked smile.

He would not touch them now, but when the time came, that might change.

After all, Zhao Su was a villain, and he belonged to Spirit Hall.

If Tang San and the others behaved themselves and cultivated diligently, he would not touch them. But if they opposed Spirit Hall in the future, he could only say sorry.

Any promise that worked against his own interests had never counted.

Early the next morning, Zhao Su got out of bed and left his room.

He spotted a young girl standing nearby, looking toward his room.

It was Ning Rongrong.

"Are you here to see me?"

Zhao Su stretched and looked at Ning Rongrong, who appeared so sweet and well-behaved.

Had Zhao Su not known that her current docility was all an act...

Ning Rongrong would have seemed like that perfect daughter everyone else's family supposedly had.

"Yes. Is your martial soul the Seven Kill Sword?"

Ning Rongrong jogged up to Zhao Su and asked.

"You know about the Seven Kill Sword?"

Zhao Su deliberately feigned surprise as he looked at Ning Rongrong and asked.

"Of course. But as far as I know, the Seven Kill Sword is a mutated martial soul and can't be inherited. How do you have the Seven Kill Sword martial soul?"

"You're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Ning Rongrong's delicate little face looked somewhat cold as she spoke firmly to Zhao Su.

"I was born with it. I don't know why I have the Seven Kill Sword martial soul either. Are you satisfied with that explanation?"

"No, you must have some connection to Grandpa Sword. Are you his illegitimate son?"

As Ning Rongrong spoke, the coldness on her little face gradually gave way to a thoroughly gossipy expression, and her eyes held a hint of delight at uncovering a secret.

Seeing this, Zhao Su could not help feeling helpless. So this little girl had come to find him so early just to learn what his relationship with Chen Xin was.

But none of that mattered to Zhao Su. He had no interest in Chen Xin.

The one who interested him was Gu Rong, who possessed the bone dragon martial soul.

"I have nothing to do with Chen Xin, but I do have something of a connection to Gu Rong!"

Zhao Su steered the conversation toward Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

"Grandpa Bone?" A trace of confusion appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes. Then she said something so outrageous that even Zhao Su was taken aback: "Were you born to Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword? But how could two old men have a son?"