Provoking Tang Hao

"Although the quality of a Martial Soul cannot fully represent innate Soul Power, the two are directly proportional."

"A weak Martial Soul simply cannot bear innate full Soul Power."

"In this situation, there are only two possibilities. First, your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is not ordinary and may very well possess a special bloodline."

"Second, you have twin Martial Souls. Even with twin Martial Souls, both must share the same origin. In that case, it still means your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is not ordinary."

"These are all basic facts you can learn at intermediate and advanced academies."

Dai Mubai stopped there. As for the rest, he could leave Tang San to digest it slowly on his own.

"Is the gap between primary and intermediate academies really that big?"

Only after a long silence did Tang San ask.

"Of course. Otherwise, what would be the point of having primary, intermediate, and advanced academies?"

"I'm fairly certain someone has set you up. I don't know what that person is plotting, but with so much painstaking effort put into delaying your cultivation, there must be some hidden secret behind it."

Oscar spoke up, putting a definitive stamp on the matter.

Tang San did not enjoy the meal.

He kept turning things over in his mind.

Xiao Wu was another who did not enjoy it.

At first, she had noticed nothing, but as the food kept entering her mouth and turning into threads of warmth, she soon realized that much of this tableful of delicacies was made from Soul Beast meat.

She wanted to lose her temper, but it tasted so delicious that she simply could not resist.

Then Xiao Wu ate ravenously while seething with anger.

In the end, she ate to her heart's content and forgot about the Soul Beast meat.

Dai Mubai had thought Xiao Wu would seize the opportunity to bare her fangs and claws.

Now it seemed the show of force when they first enrolled had been quite effective.

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways, and Dai Mubai also arranged for Zhu Zhuqing to stay in the villa.

Though Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat bashful, she did not refuse.

"You, boy. Come out too."

That night, as Dai Mubai circulated his cultivation method to turn his accumulated foundation into strength, a voice entered his mind.

Although it was his first time hearing that voice, he could more or less guess who it was.

Tang Hao!

What does he want with me?

Dai Mubai was somewhat puzzled. During the entrance assessment, neither Old Zhao nor he had made a move. By all rights, Tang Hao should have had no reason to do anything.

Clenching his fists and feeling his current strength, Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with a cold, golden glint.

If Tang Hao had come to ask about Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, that was fine.

But if he had other ideas and took other actions...

Tonight would not end peacefully.

Dai Mubai did not move immediately. Instead, he continued circulating his cultivation method, cultivating through one full cycle.

Then he prepared to release his spiritual power to probe the surroundings first.

"Boy, get your ass over here."

Just then, Tang Hao's voice appeared in his mind again.

At those words, Dai Mubai's expression instantly turned icy, and at the same time, his spiritual power spread outward.

When he detected what had happened, his expression darkened.

Within his perception, Zhao Wuji lay there like a dead dog, his eyes still filled with defiance, humiliation, and fury.

As for Flender, he wanted to act but did not dare.

He could only stand to the side, repeatedly trying to talk Tang Hao down.

"Interesting!"

Sensing this scene with his spiritual power, Dai Mubai smiled.

Then he rose, walked out of the villa, and headed straight for Zhao Wuji and the others.

"Old Zhao, are you dead?"

"If you're not, give me a squeak."

After arriving, Dai Mubai ignored Tang Hao and Flender, looking first at Zhao Wuji off to the side.

Unlike in the original story, this time Zhao Wuji had not simply accepted his fate and submitted to a beating.

Judging by Tang Hao's aura, Zhao Wuji had just fought him with all his strength.

Though Tang Hao concealed it well, Dai Mubai could clearly sense that, in his current state, Tang Hao was strong on the outside but hollow within.

"Mubai, you brat, that mouth of yours is as merciless as ever."

"I got beaten up again. Last time it was your subordinate, and this time it was Tang Hao. Isn't my lot in life a little too bitter?"

With his Soul Power exhausted, Zhao Wuji answered with a bitter laugh.

He truly was a sorry sight now.

He felt utterly aggrieved.

"All right, wasn't it just a beating from Black Panther? Once you both become Titled Douluos, have another fair fight and beat him back. Wouldn't that settle it?"

"As for this Tang Hao, I'll vent your anger for you!"

Though Dai Mubai's words carried a hint of teasing, there was anger in his tone.

He really was angry.

Whatever else, Old Zhao was one of his people.

To spare Zhao Wuji this beating, he had deliberately kept Old Zhao from assessing Tang San and the others.

Instead, he had let their peers, Ma Hongjun and Oscar, handle it, and one of them was even a support-type Soul Master.

Under those circumstances, could Tang Hao really still bully the young as their elder?

He had never expected that Tang Hao really could.

And so the scene just now had unfolded.

Dai Mubai did not know that the key reason for Zhao Wuji's beating today lay not with Tang San, but with Xiao Wu.

Tang Hao, who had been watching from the shadows all along, had seen Zhao Wuji notice something and subsequently probe her.

To prevent anything from happening to the Soul Ring he was raising for his son, Tang Hao had given Zhao Wuji a warning in advance.

Of course, the reason Zhao Wuji was so angry was that, while he had been cultivating, Tang Hao had directly invaded his mind with spiritual power to transmit his voice.

Before his vital energy and blood could complete a full cycle, Tang Hao transmitted his voice again.

Had such actions truly only been meant to make him arrive sooner?

Had there been no intention of crippling him?

So what if he was the Clear Sky Douluo?

Now he was nothing more than a rat. Since he had harbored ill intentions toward him, he would have to pay the price.

"Mubai, don't be rash!"

Hearing that Dai Mubai intended to teach Tang Hao a lesson, Flender immediately grew anxious.

You're the youngest Titled Douluo, someone who once killed the Pope of Spirit Hall!

Dai Mubai's words really would enrage him.

"Dean, take Old Zhao back for treatment. Stay out of this."

Dai Mubai did not address Flender's failure to help Zhao Wuji. That was between the two of them; whether he acted or not, there were reasons for either choice.

"Mubai..."

"Boss Fu, stop trying to talk Mubai out of it. Since he dares to say that, he must be confident."

"Hurry up and help me up instead, or I really am going to die."

"Don't take me back. I want to watch from here."

Flender still wanted to persuade him, but Zhao Wuji interrupted him.