In the morning, the sun rose slowly, and the entire world seemed to awaken from its slumber. The sky transitioned from a pale blue to a warm orange-red, resembling a brilliant watercolor painting. The air was filled with a fresh scent, carrying the fragrance of earth and the aroma of green grass.
Far outside Nuoding City, Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his body covered in bruises and injuries. His tattered clothes and blood-stained frame made it easy to imagine the brutality he had endured the previous night.
Meanwhile, on the road from Nuoding to Suotuo City, six corpses of wretched thugs lay beside Tang Chuan. Holding his Silent Sleeve Darts, he stood atop their bodies like a victorious warrior, though his gaze was clouded with melancholy. However, judging by the violent trembling of his legs, winning this battle had pushed him to the absolute brink of exhaustion.
"Hahahaha!!! You lowly commoners deserve to die! I, Tang Chuan, will definitely take back what belongs to me!!!!" Having slain six men, Tang Chuan felt as though he had reached a state of sublime transcendence; all the frustration in his heart was vented through that roar.
Yet, five hundred meters away, a troop of Vajra Baboons grew restless upon hearing his voice. At the same time, a Level 99 Black-Armored Puppet lurking in Tang Chuan's shadow held a pouch of medicinal powder, ready to act.
Shrek Academy.
It was located in a small village south of Suotuo City in the Balak Kingdom. The academy's environment was extremely crude, consisting of only a few simple buildings and a small playground; the entire place looked exceptionally dilapidated.
"Water... give me water... I need water..."
Wrapped in white bandages and covered in medicinal powder, Dai Mubai slowly opened his heterochromatic eyes. However, he had lost his former high-spirited arrogance; his once-vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless.
Shao Xin—Shrek Academy's Level 73 Food-type Soul Saint with the Jelly Bean spirit—had stayed by his side all night. Seeing Dai Mubai wake up, he hurried to give him a drink.
Creak.
At that moment, hearing the commotion inside, Flender pushed the door open and entered.
"Dean... Dean, I..." Tears immediately began to flow when Dai Mubai saw Flender. Even speaking caused a jolting pain to rip through his muscles.
"Who did this?" Flender's eyes were cold. Regardless of who it was, and regardless of right or wrong, he was going to get justice for his student! If Ma Hongjun and Oscar hadn't found him in time last night, Dai Mubai might very well have been a cold corpse by now.
"One... one man and two girls... Rose... Rose Hotel!"
Dai Mubai practically spat out the last two words through gritted teeth. Flender frowned slightly upon hearing this, but the ferocity in his eyes didn't fade.
"I will make whoever beat you into this state give you the justice you deserve."
With that, Flender immediately triggered his Spirit Body Enhancement. His Owl spirit granted him incredible speed; at full power, it would take him less than six minutes to reach Suotuo City.
Suotuo City, Rose Hotel.
Watching the sun rise, Fu Ye had no intention of dozing off any longer. After all, with his arms empty, how could he find the mood to sleep peacefully? He blamed that bastard Dai Mubai; just because he spared the guy's life, his "Little Rabbit" had been unwilling to sleep with him last night...
(*￣︿￣) He was really quite annoyed.
Inside Xiao Wu and Wu Ling's room:
"Master's embrace is so warm, Wu Ling loves it." Wu Ling had occupied the spot that should have belonged to Fu Ye. The small movement woke Xiao Wu. Opening her ruby-like eyes, she saw her precious disciple making a fuss in her arms, and a spark of playfulness flashed in her gaze.
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Seeing that the master-disciple pair hadn't gotten up yet, Fu Ye didn't plan to wake them. Time was the one thing they didn't lack; Xiao Wu was now a Level 95 Hyper Douluo, while the ten-year-old Wu Ling was already a Level 27 Spirit Grandmaster who would surely break through to Level 30 by the age of twelve. Furthermore, she had yet to consume the Yin-Yang Twin Flowers immortal herb or fuse with a Great Beast Soul Bone, so her future potential was immense.
It had to be said that the environment at the Rose Hotel was truly excellent; early in the morning, all sorts of beautiful girls with long legs were emerging from their rooms. It was clear the business here was booming—no wonder a "wealthy man" like Dai Mubai came here every night.
The girls leaving their rooms stared intensely at Fu Ye as he walked down the hallway. He noticed no fewer than six or seven pairs of eyes scanning him, eventually focusing on a... specific point.
("▔□▔)
He wasn't going to pay attention to these ordinary women. He intended to build a harem, but he wasn't some stallion who couldn't walk past a woman without losing his mind.
Down in the lobby, the receptionist from the previous night bowed immediately upon seeing Fu Ye. His brutality from the night before had been truly terrifying. Shattering a man's bones and kicking him out—and that man was the famous genius of Suotuo City, Young Master Dai!
"Sir, did you sleep well?" A professional fake smile, combined with a calm and gentle tone—Fu Ye couldn't find a single fault with her service.
"Yeah, the environment here is quite nice. But you should probably stop hosting thugs who bully people. Because I spared his life last night, my wife wouldn't even sleep with me..." Fu Ye felt so helpless; he could have been doing something happy, but it was ruined by that "Sixth Brother" Dai Mubai!
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"Haha... our family just runs a small business; there are many things we can't control." The receptionist wore a bitter smile. How could ordinary people like them dare to offend Soul Masters?
"So, are you the one who shattered all of my student's bones and threw him by the trash cans like garbage?"
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared behind Fu Ye. The glass doors were still shaking, showing he had just arrived.
"Your student? You mean the blonde who threatened to steal my wife and said he'd kill me yesterday?"
Fu Ye had already sensed a Soul Saint level aura racing toward him. He was well aware of the newcomer's identity. He turned to look at the sturdy middle-aged man standing behind him.
He looked about fifty years old, with a slightly protruding chin, wide cheekbones, and a flat face with a bit of a hooked nose. His eyes were orange-yellow with slit pupils. This gave him a cunning appearance even with his eyes closed—an effect amplified by the stiff, old-fashioned square black-framed crystal glasses on his face...