After about ten minutes, Zhao Su and Zhu Zhuqing finished breakfast, rose together, and left the dining hall.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai lost all interest in eating.
He got up and followed them out.
Soon, Oscar's soul power reached level thirty. Flender wanted to find him a suitable soul ring.
He also wanted to give the seven of them some experience, so he had Zhao Wuji lead them to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt soul beasts.
At his own request, Zhao Su went along as well.
Flender thought it over and decided that with Zhao Su accompanying them, nothing could possibly go wrong.
So he agreed.
Throughout the journey, the atmosphere among the Shrek Seven Devils was rather delicate.
Dai Mubai kept trying to approach Zhu Zhuqing, but she avoided him every time, giving him no opportunity at all.
In fact, Zhu Zhuqing had already been in Suotuo City for some time.
She had spent quite a few days following Dai Mubai.
She had seen him take different women to the Rose Hotel on many occasions.
That was why, despite coming to Shrek Academy for Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing treated him so coldly.
Zhu Zhuqing could be said to have an obsession with purity in love. She did not want her man to be a womanizer.
Before long, the group reached a city about a hundred li from the Star Dou Great Forest.
They planned to rest there for the time being and head to the Star Dou Great Forest the next day.
That evening, Zhao Su and Zhao Wuji were drinking in their hotel room.
This time, accompanying Zhao Su to lead the group to the Star Dou Great Forest and help Oscar obtain a soul ring-
-had also set Zhao Wuji's thoughts stirring.
"Teacher Zhao..."
"Come on, why call me Teacher Zhao? Brother Zhao, just call me Zhao Su."
Zhao Wuji had barely opened his mouth, wine cup in hand, when Zhao Su interrupted him and raised his own cup. "Brother Zhao, a toast to you."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Zhao Su, a toast to you as well!"
Zhao Su drained his cup and picked up his chopsticks. As he helped himself to some food, he asked Zhao Wuji with apparent casualness, "Brother Zhao, I heard you have a grudge against Spirit Hall?"
Although the original Douluo Continent novel had never explicitly stated it-
-many Douluo fans claimed Zhao Wuji was an undercover agent sent to Shrek Academy by Spirit Hall.
They had even offered plenty of evidence, but it remained uncertain.
That was why Zhao Su deliberately asked him this question.
"It's not really a grudge against Spirit Hall. My grudge is against Jiang Hong, the lord of Jiangyun City. Jiang Hong killed my parents, then joined forces with Charles, the archbishop of Spirit Hall's main branch in Jiangyun City, to kill me and silence me."
As Zhao Wuji spoke, his right hand tightened around his wine cup until his knuckles turned pale.
His eyes brimmed with boundless hatred.
"So that's what happened. Then what do you think of Spirit Hall, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Su continued questioning him.
"It's pretty good. It not only provides subsidies to soul masters, but also awakens martial souls for commoners free of charge, letting many of them change their lives. It's just that the people inside Spirit Hall are far too corrupt."
Zhao Wuji raised his cup and drained it. At this point, he shook his head in disappointment.
"Then if Spirit Hall had a chance to help you get revenge and asked you to join, would you agree?"
"That wouldn't happen. I caused Spirit Hall quite a bit of trouble back then. They'd be itching to kill me, so why would they let me join?"
Zhao Wuji shook his head, dismissing Zhao Su's hypothetical.
Zhao Su did not pursue the question, having already formed some ideas of his own.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao. When we get the chance, we'll go to Jiangyun City together. I'll help you get revenge and kill that archbishop from Spirit Hall too!"
"Really?" Zhao Wuji's eyes immediately lit up at Zhao Su's words. "If you really can help me get revenge, Brother Zhao, then from that day onward, I, Zhao Wuji, will follow your lead!"
"Brother Zhao, that's too much."
Zhao Su personally filled Zhao Wuji's cup, and the two drained their drinks.
Zhao Wuji was a clever man himself. From what Zhao Su had just said, he had more or less guessed Zhao Su's identity.
But as long as he could get revenge, nothing else mattered to him.
Just as the two were exchanging toasts and strengthening their friendship-
-they heard the sounds of a fight coming from the hotel's ground-floor lobby outside their room.
They also heard Dai Mubai's furious tiger roar.
The two exchanged a glance, then rose and left the room.
It was Tang San's group and the eight people from Canghui Academy.
Ye Zhiqiu, the teacher leading Canghui Academy's group, was using his level of over fifty to bully Tang San and the others.
"A Battle Soul King over level fifty bullying a few children. How utterly disgraceful."
Zhao Su and Zhao Wuji came downstairs, and Zhao Su mocked Ye Zhiqiu, who had revealed his martial soul to intimidate Tang San and the others.
"Who are you? Another student from Shrek Academy?"
Ye Zhiqiu sized Zhao Su up. Seeing that he was only fifteen or sixteen, he naturally took him for a teacher as well.
"You could say that. Didn't you want a match? How about the two of us have one?"
"You?" Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhao Su with a hint of disdain.
After all, Zhao Su's age was plain to see. No matter how monstrous his talent, he could not possibly be a match for a level fifty-three Battle Soul King.
"Yes, me. Tell me, what happens if you lose?"
"I can't possibly lose."
"Cut the crap. If you lose, you kneel and kowtow three times, then get out of here immediately."
"Let's see you agree first!"
As Ye Zhiqiu spoke, he charged at Zhao Su, thoroughly enraged by Zhao Su's complete disregard for him.
All five soul rings on his body lit up at once. Clearly, he no longer intended to merely teach Zhao Su a lesson.
Zhao Su watched an old green-shelled bastard of a turtle charge toward him in a bizarre posture.
He still did not reveal his martial soul. An enormous palm appeared and slapped the old turtle flying.
Ye Zhiqiu had originally been brimming with confidence.
But just as he was about to reach Zhao Su, a powerful surge of soul power suddenly appeared.
It seemed to seal all the soul power in his body in an instant. Then he felt himself hurtling backward, his entire body beyond his control.
He slammed hard into the ground.
A clear crack appeared in the turtle shell on his back. His insides churned like rivers overturning and seas raging, and he could not stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.
After struggling to his feet, Ye Zhiqiu looked again at Zhao Su, who still stood there calmly, and terror spread across his face.
"I'll give you another chance. Come on!"
Zhao Su spoke to Ye Zhiqiu as casually as if it were nothing.
By now, Ye Zhiqiu had been scared out of his wits. How could he dare attack again?
He gathered his students and tried to leave.
"Wait. Aren't you forgetting something?"
Zhao Su stopped Ye Zhiqiu from leaving, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile as he spoke.
Ye Zhiqiu's expression was ugly, his face shifting between shades of green and purple. In the end, however, he chose to submit. After all, Zhao Su had sent him flying without even revealing his martial soul.
Ye Zhiqiu knew that even if he fought to the death, he could not win.
Thud, thud, thud!
He bent his knees and dropped to the ground, knocking his head hard against the floor three times before Zhao Su.
Then he quickly rose, not daring to linger another moment, and slunk away with his students.
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