Returning to the Academy

The next morning, the three of them hurried through the forest. Xiao Wu glanced back as she ran, her voice a little guilty. "Is this the right thing to do? We've almost completely drained the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

"I left the seeds, and they sprouted more than ten years later." Tang San didn't stop walking.

Wang Xingyu thought to himself, although it was indeed a bit unethical to do this, he still had to take it. The Immortal Herb was only the foundation for a few people to become gods.

A roar suddenly came from behind.

"Ah--you three!"

Dugu Bo's figure darted out of the woods, closing the distance considerably in a few leaps. His long, dark green hair nearly flew in the wind from his rage. "Wang Xingyu! I knew it! Why were you smiling so obnoxiously last night!"

"The Old Monster is coming!" Xiao Wu grabbed their sleeves. "I'll Teleportation you away!"

"No need." Wang Xingyu pressed Xiao Wu's hand down, giving an awkward laugh. He turned around and smiled brightly at Dugu Bo, "Haha, Old Monster, good morning!"

Dugu Bo rushed in front of the three in the blink of an eye, his landing creating a shallow crater in the ground, his clothes still fluttering in the wind. "Good morning my foot! You three Little Monster, you've gone too far!"

"Isn't this leaving seeds?" Wang Xingyu scratched his head. "Besides, we released the Son of Blue Silver before we left to accelerate their growth, so it's only a matter of time before they sprout."

"That would take who knows how many years!" Dugu Bo green snake eyes.

"Old Monster, think long-term." Wang Xingyu closed his fan and counted on his fingers, "Look, with our three Soul Ring Configuration —fourth ring for ten thousand years, second ring for a thousand years. With this talent, we'll Titled Douluo sooner or later. What are you now? Early-stage investor. You're practically an angel investor."

Tang San muttered something strangely to himself, "Angel investor?"

Wang Xingyu continued counting on his fingers, "And we even helped you raise your Soul Power by one level? You're now a level 92 Titled Douluo. Which sect on the continent can match that return on investment?"

Dugu Bo opened his mouth, wanting to refute. But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had indeed leveled up from level 91 to 92, the poison had been cured, and his granddaughter was saved. He stared at Wang Xingyu's smiling face, unable to find any words to refute him.

At the entrance of the Blue Tyrant Academy. Or rather, at the entrance of the Shrek Academy.

Dugu Bo stood outside the door, examining the newly hung plaque with a somewhat subtle expression. "How did I get tricked into coming here by these three Little Monster..." he muttered to himself, then shook his head. "Oh well, since we're already here, let's go in and take a look."

Flender happened to be passing by the gate when he caught a glimpse of the people standing there. He stopped in his tracks.

"Little San? Xiao Wu? Xingyu? What brings you here?" Flender strode over, his gaze sweeping over the three of them from behind his glasses. Only after confirming that no one was injured did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he saw Dugu Bo, and his expression stiffened slightly. "Senior Dugu, you've come too? Have the three of you finished your cultivation at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well? What brings you here, Senior?"

"Senior Dugu has agreed to be an advisor to the Shrek Academy," Tang San explained.

Dugu Bo crossed his arms and snorted, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Just find me a clean room." He glanced at the houses in the academy, his tone somewhat reluctant. "I'll come and stay when I have nothing else to do."

Flender nodded hurriedly, his face beaming with joy. "Excellent! It's an honor for Shrek Senior Dugu would deign to come!" As he led the way, he couldn't help but glance at the three of them again, lowering his voice to sigh, "You three lads, you went out and brought back a Titled Douluo, impressive, truly impressive."

After saying that, he resumed his demeanor as the head of the academy and gestured to Dugu Bo, "Please follow me, Your Excellency. I will arrange the quietest room for you."

Wang Xingyu watched the two walk away and asked, "Dean Flender, where are Grandmaster Dai Mubai and the others?"

"Xiaogang?" Flender didn't even turn his head, his tone tinged with a hint of sourness. "That guy's always glued to Erlong, tsk tsk." He paused, then added, "As for the students, Dai Mubai and the others should still be cultivating on the back mountain right now. You should be able to see them if you go there."

After saying that, he led Dugu Bo deeper into the academy.

As soon as the three stepped into the academy, a round figure came rushing from the direction of the back mountain. Before the person even arrived, the sound exploded.

"Brother Yu--!"

Ma Hongjun was like a bouncing ball of flesh, his two short legs moving incredibly fast, the flesh on his face jiggling with each step, and he started waving his arms from a great distance.

After recognizing him, Wang Xingyu slowly greeted him, "Yo, Ma Hongjun."

Xiao Wu stood to the side, watching Ma Hongjun's commotion, and turned her head to lower her voice. "Why is Fatty so agitated?"

Wang Xingyu was also puzzled. "Could it be that you miss me?"

Ma Hongjun charged closer and closer, his speed showing no sign of slowing down. Only then did Wang Xingyu realize something was wrong, stepping aside while saying, "Fatty, you don't really think that way about me, do you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ma Hongjun had already rammed into him. Wang Xingyu couldn't dodge and was knocked to the ground, his fan flying out of his hand, spinning twice on the muddy ground before coming to a stop.

"Brother Yu! You're finally here! I've missed you so much!" Ma Hongjun pressed down on Wang Xingyu, his face contorted with a mixture of joy and sorrow. "Do you know what I've been through these past six months? Give me a couple of puffs!"

"What?" Wang Xingyu quickly stepped back, pushing away Ma Hongjun's face that was getting closer and closer. "What indecent things are you saying?"

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, it's absorbing Evil Fire! Absorbing Evil Fire!"

Wang Xingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat up from the ground, picked up the fan, and dusted it off. "You should have said so earlier. Didn't Dean Flender prescribe medicine for you? Logically speaking, you should have been able to suppress it yourself, right?"

"But I can't keep suppressing it, it's too uncomfortable." Ma Hongjun said with a pained expression, his face indeed redder than it had been six months ago. "You won't even let me go find someone? Stop talking, Brother Yu, just give me a couple of puffs first."

Wang Xingyu was speechless. Why did this guy only say half of what he meant? He closed his fan and changed the subject. "Don't worry, this time we can completely get rid of your Evil Fire."

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened suddenly. "Really, Brother Yu?"

"Really. But get up first."

"Then you should suck it for me first, it's so uncomfortable!" Ma Hongjun refused to leave.

Helpless, Wang Xingyu could only extend his right hand, and the Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm, Entanglement around Ma Hongjun. The Life Drain was activated, and that familiar, scorching, Evil Fire slowly flowed along the vines, turning the surface of the Blue Silver Grass a dark red. Ma Hongjun felt completely comfortable from the absorption, tilting his head back and letting out a long, extremely pleasurable "Ah--".

Tang San and Xiao Wu stood to the side, barely suppressing their laughter.