The Dai family's White Tiger Martial Soul is nothing special!

You're too weak?

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His body trembled violently, and his blood rushed uncontrollably to his chest.

He, a level 32 Soul Master, was actually told he was too weak by a level 23 Great Soul Master!

Anger, resentment, frustration, and the humiliation of defeat surged uncontrollably into Dai Mubai's heart. He subconsciously looked up and saw Jing Tianming's indifferent expression, his eyes showing no passivity.

It seems that the outcome was anticipated from the very beginning.

I've never taken him seriously!

Immediately following was Zhu Zhuqing's indifferent expression.

"Serves you right!" He snorted and turned his head away.

I don't even want to look at him.

Dai Mubai's defenses were instantly broken.

His face turned flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next second, with a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he collapsed straight down.

The oppressive aura emanating from Zhao Wuji eased, but he still dared not move rashly. Instead, he looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo and bowed respectfully, a stark contrast to his previous relaxed demeanor.

"Seniors, we have lost this sparring match. On behalf of Mu Bai, I apologize for what happened before."

As for Ma Hongjun and Oscar, they were practically clinging to each other, trembling with fear, terrified that the Moon Wheel, still hovering in the sky, would spin again and fly towards them, splitting them in two on the spot. There were so many people on the other side; they dared not move, absolutely dared not move!

until.

"Teacher, let's go." Jing Tianming withdrew his martial spirit and spoke.

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the silent Zhao Wuji and the Dai Mubai lying on the ground, and he curled his lip.

"The Dai family's White Tiger Martial Soul is nothing special!"

Then he turned around and strode confidently toward the town.

If Dai Mubai hadn't fainted from anger, and if this Zhao Wuji hadn't so quickly backed down and apologized, he actually wanted to beat up Zhao Wuji's teacher as well. Like teacher, like student; Dai Mubai's arrogant and domineering behavior suggested that the teacher in charge had at least some fault for not disciplining him.

Beating up students is bullying the weak, but it's okay for me to beat up the teacher, right?

It's such a pity!

Ji Lao and Jing Tianming followed closely behind, their faces expressionless.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Dai Mubai again out of the corner of her eye, shook her head, and quickly followed.

Everyone has their own ambitions and their own destiny; whatever choices you make, you must bear the consequences. Today, she understands this deeply.

A moment later, a gasp came from behind.

"Boss Dai!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Ji couldn't help but laugh. He found the people from Shrek Academy quite amusing, especially their tendency to bully the weak and fear the strong. When they felt they had an advantage, they became unrestrained and spoke without thinking. But when they lost their advantage, they all looked out for themselves when disaster struck and refused to step forward.

He was quite curious about how this academy usually taught its students, given how cold-hearted and pragmatic they were.

"The world is truly full of wonders!"

Before long, the group returned to the town and checked into the best hotel in town.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

After Zhao Wuji quickly bandaged Dai Mubai's wounds, he had Oscar make him a few recovery sausages, stuffed them into his mouth, and immediately carried him away without stopping. He was genuinely afraid that if he left too late, he would run into Zhu Zhuqing and her gang again around this small town.

If that Title Douluo dislikes them and attacks them directly, wouldn't he suffer the consequences as well?

slip away!

……

Two days later, an exquisite carriage slowly drove into Soto City and soon arrived in front of a luxury hotel.

Jing Tianming got out of the car and looked up. It wasn't the Rose Hotel, but the Shiman Hotel.

"It seems that it's not always a coincidence," Jing Tianming thought to himself.

"Let's stay here tonight," said Chrysanthemum Douluo. "Let's go inside and wash up, change our clothes, have dinner, and then wander around the city to relax."

"I'll take you to the Soul Arena to watch the Soul Master competitions tonight."

"Soto City, as one of the few main cities in the Kingdom of Barak, has quite a lot to see."

"Zhuqing, this is your first time here, so please take a good look around. If there's anything you want to buy or eat, don't hesitate to ask, and Grandpa Ju will buy it for you."

Zhu Zhuqing was deeply moved and quickly said, "Thank you, Grandpa Ju."

"It's nothing." Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled and strode into the hotel.

Having been away for several days, it's time for him to return to Wuhun City. If he lingers any longer, Bibi Dong will likely become dissatisfied.

Therefore, Soto was the last stop on his journey. But before leaving, he wanted to spend more time with his apprentices. During this time, he would do his best to fulfill the two children's requests. Otherwise, who knew when they would meet again?

After all, her disciple was about to go to Sunset Forest for training, and Zhu Zhuqing would likely go with him as well.

Thinking of this, for a moment, I even felt a bit resistant to life in Martial Soul City.

Working for Bibi Dong is nothing compared to being by your side, watching your disciple grow step by step.

However, he also knew that only by relying on the Spirit Hall could he provide his disciple with the greatest support in terms of cultivation resources. Furthermore, resolving his disciple's spirit deficiency also required the Spirit Hall's assistance for the time being.

"Hopefully, things will improve from here on out." He didn't really have a good solution for the time being.

Half an hour later, the four of them left the hotel and began to wander around.

Meanwhile, inside a grocery store.

Flander leaned back in his wicker chair, looking distressed.

Zhao Wuji's trip to the academy had brought trouble upon him by attracting a Title Douluo. How could he not be troubled? And then there was the strange martial soul of the boy Zhao Wuji had mentioned; he had thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what type of martial soul it was.

They are not like twins, nor are they like singles.

Damn, I've never even heard of that!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He couldn't help but think of his good buddy Yu Xiaogang and sighed.

"Alas, it's a pity Xiao Gang isn't here, otherwise he would definitely know about the origins of this kind of martial spirit."

As I was thinking, I heard a series of footsteps coming from the doorway, which became clearer and clearer, obviously heading towards my shop.

Is business coming in?

Flander instantly perked up and banished all his worries from his mind.

The world is vast, but nothing is greater than making money.

What can relieve worries? Only making money!

This time, if given the chance, he would definitely make a hefty profit to vent his frustration.

Then, two elderly people and two young people walked into the store one after another.

"???" Flander's butt tightened instantly, and his pupils contracted.

This group is exactly the same as what Zhao Wuji described! Zhao Wuji specifically mentioned that there was a person wearing a golden mask, who was the powerful figure suspected to be a Title Douluo. There was also an old man and two children, a boy and a girl, beside him.

Doesn't that match up perfectly?

Could it be such a coincidence? Flander swallowed subconsciously, then realized the other person probably didn't know him, and his anxiety immediately subsided. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't seen anything and was still dozing off.

Jing Tianming, who had just entered the store, didn't pay any attention and looked around on his own.

Chrysanthemum Douluo watched for a while, his brows furrowing more and more, until finally he couldn't help but complain.

"Why are they all defective products?"

"Is the owner of this shop a swindler?"