Blue Tyrant Academy

Two months passed quickly.

Wang Xingyu immersed himself in the Triangle Cycle every day, with Tang San and Xiao Wu's Soul Power driving his meridians, and the luster on the veins of the Blue Silver Grass grew deeper day by day.

The two of them went from being able to control only one of Tang San's Eight Spider Lances Eight Spider Lances controlling two, but they could probably only control two at most, as they had no feeling for the third.

Two months have passed, and apart from Dai Mubai who is still stuck at level 39, everyone else has leveled up by one.

Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing broke through level 30 one after another. Accompanied by Grandmaster and Zhao Wuji, they went to hunt for their Third Soul Ring. Just like in the original story, Fatty got Phoenix Wings Soaring and Zhu Zhuqing got Netherworld Slash.

Dai Mubai wasn't in a hurry, saying he felt he was only a thin veil away from a breakthrough.

Tang San has barely left his room for the past two months, except for cultivating. He has had a set of Godly Zhuge Crossbow and Sleeve Arrow made for everyone.

Wang Xingyu and Xiao Wu's Sleeve Arrow were made to be special versions, with three simple line drawings of heads engraved on the inside of the crossbow case—one with a scorpion braid, one holding a fan, and one ordinary.

The drawing was crooked and uneven, unlike Tang San's usual skill. It looked more like someone had stayed up all night assembling Hidden Weapon and scribbled it on with leftover ink.

Two months later, the group set off for Heaven Dou City. On the way, the Grandmaster arranged a battle— the Fierce God Team, whose members were all infamous and desperate Soul Master, each with a strength of level 40 or above.

The Grandmaster directly ordered everyone to use Tang San's Hidden Weapon to solve the problem, firstly to test the practical effectiveness of the new weapons, and secondly to let them get used to real life-or-death combat.

Perhaps because it's a challenge beyond their level, the organizers allowed eight people to participate at once.

The battle was a foregone conclusion; the bolts from Godly Zhuge Crossbow rained down like a storm, and the entire Fierce God Team fell before they could even get close.

Just like in the original novel, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai did not experience any nausea or vomiting.

Wang Xingyu had thought he might feel a little uncomfortable being a transmigrator, but the moment he actually pulled the trigger of the Sleeve Arrow, his fingers were steadyer than he had imagined.

Two months later, on this evening, the group finally arrived in Heaven Dou City. Flender did not lead them towards the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but instead turned into a wide but quiet street.

At the end of the street, a person stood at the entrance of an academy. It was a woman, tall and slender, wearing a long blue dress, her long hair tied back, her eyes slightly red, as if she had been standing there for a long time, or as if she had been waiting for many years. Liu Erlong, the dean of the Blue Tyrant Academy, a level 76 Soul Saint, the Horn of Slaughter of the Golden Iron Triangle.

Yu Xiaogang stood next to Flender, his gaze meeting Liu Erlong's, then he stepped on Flender's foot. "No wonder you said you were going to give me a surprise?"

"Hahaha." Flender scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

Unlike in the original story, Yu Xiaogang didn't dodge or lower his head. He simply stood there, quietly watching her, his lips twitching slightly, as if he were saying something he should have said long ago.

Flender sensed something was off and was about to speak when Liu Erlong spoke first.

"Boss Fu." Her voice was a little hoarse, but her gaze had already passed over Flender and landed on Yu Xiaogang.

"Long time no see." Yu Xiaogang's voice was as steady as ever, but Luo Sanpao could clearly sense his master's nervousness.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

The two stood there, neither knowing what to say next. Flender stood to the side, speechless with suffocation by the silence. Twenty years of longing and regret.

The seven people behind him all turned their gazes toward Wang Xingyu.

Wang Xingyu looked around, as if to say, "Why are you looking at me?"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun nudged his lower back with their elbows, urging him in low voices, "Use your intelligence!"

Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang were drawn by the commotion and turned to look at the boy who was still holding the fan with the Tang Sect written on it.

Wang Xingyu took a deep breath, opened his fan, and then closed it again. "Do you two think that making decisions for others is doing them a favor? Living in the eyes of others, dying in the mouths of others, spending your whole lives worrying about what others think, and in the end, you didn't even protect the person you wanted to protect the most. In the end, have you ever asked yourselves what the other person truly needs? If you feel you owe the other person something, then make it up to them properly, stop being so aloof. Also—" He tapped the fan in his palm, "And also, you two shouldn't have children. If you want to be parents, go adopt."

After saying this, both Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong blushed.

Flender looked at the two men, put his arm around their shoulders, and urged everyone to go inside quickly.

Wang Xingyu unfolded his fan and gently waved it before following Tang San and Xiao Wu into the gates of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

No, it should be Shrek Academy now.

Three days later.

Wang Xingyu wondered to himself, "Shouldn't Dugu Bo be here by now?" But there was no sign of him on the first day, and he didn't come on the second either.

On the third night, the two were walking back to their dormitory.

Tang San turned his head and suddenly asked, "How is Dugu Bo's poison?"

Wang Xingyu thought for a moment, guessing that Little San wanted to find out Dugu Bo's background beforehand because he had fought with Dugu Yan before. He closed his fan and tapped it in his palm. "He's far inferior to you, it's like the difference between a modern person and a primitive man."

The words had barely left his mouth when a sinister voice came from behind him, tinged with amusement. "What do you mean by 'modern people' and 'primitive people'?"

Wang Xingyu subconsciously chimed in, "Oh, it's the difference between humans and monkeys. No, wait—"

He froze on the spot, his hair standing on end. Turning around, he saw a slender young man standing behind him, with long, dark green hair casually draped over his shoulders, and emerald green pupils that gleamed slightly in the moonlight. It was Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo reached out and pinched Wang Xingyu's cheeks, squeezing his mouth into an "O" shape. His tone was unhurried, yet tinged with curiosity. "Kid, who are you calling a monkey?"

"Waaah!" Wang Xingyu's mouth was pinched shut, all his words were blocked in his throat, turning into a series of indistinct sobs.

They forcibly turned off my microphone?!

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances had already pierced out from behind, their deep purple spider legs gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light under the moonlight, aiming straight for Dugu Bo's face.

"Let him go!"

Dugu Bo casually raised his other hand, firmly pinching the tip of the Spider Spear between two fingers, and tilted his head slightly to examine it.

"Oh? This is External Soul Bone?"

When Flender and his companions noticed the commotion and rushed to the scene, only the lingering smell of poisonous fog remained. The roadside weeds were withered and curled by the poisonous gas, with wisps of white smoke still rising from the edges of a few leaves.

Liu Erlong squatted down and twirled the withered yellow grass leaf, his brows furrowed.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept across the empty path, his face darkening. "It's probably Dugu Bo who kidnapped Wang Xingyu and Tang San."

Flender asked angrily, "Why did Dugu Bo capture Tang San and the others?!"