Before the thug could utter a retort, purple light was already flashing in Gu You's pupils, dazzling and boundless.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out from the thug, enough to make one's skin crawl.
"Thank you!" Mo Lan expressed her gratitude to Gu You.
"No need. In fact, I should be the one thanking you—for letting me realize that even in an ordinary position, heroes still march forward."
"But there's no need to make it sound so grand." Mo Lan chuckled. As a high-speed rail captain, this was her duty. Still, being praised did make her a bit proud.
It wasn't just because Mo Lan had shown courage in the face of danger. It was also because she was the daughter of a Federation councilman. Every council member had helped him at some point. Even if Mo Lan had turned out to be a coward today, he would still have stepped in.
...
"I got you a one-month Federation-wide Soul Train pass. With this, you can board any soul train at any time."
Gu You took the pass and thanked her.
Upon arriving at Tian Dou City, Gu You's first destination was the Blacksmith Association. Surely there'd be someone strong enough there to spar with.
But he hadn't even left the station for long before his heroic deeds had already spread far and wide.
"Who exactly is that child?" Today was an emotional roller coaster for Mo Wu. As a senior official of Tian Dou City and one of the Federation's council members, his status was quite high.
When he received word that his daughter's train had been hijacked by terrorists, his vision went black, nearly fainting on the spot.
He'd spent his whole life working hard, with only one daughter, whom he cherished like a treasure.
Previously, there had been incidents of terrorist attacks on soul trains—trains destroyed, many lives lost. Because of that, he'd tried convincing his daughter to quit the job. But Mo Lan had simply laughed and refused.
He never imagined the same crisis would soon strike her.
Bad news kept pouring in. Mo Lan had even cut off part of the train to stay behind with the terrorists.
There were cluster bombs, soul cannons—nothing but escalating danger. According to military analysis, Mo Lan's chances of survival were slim. Even if powerful soul masters or mechas were deployed, in such an enclosed space it would be nearly impossible to rescue anyone unless someone with highly specialized abilities was involved. But where could they find such a person in under an hour?
Just as Mo Wu was utterly overwhelmed, news came—crisis resolved, Mo Lan unharmed.
Later, when he heard from his daughter that a youth had saved her, he could hardly believe it. But with his vast influence, he quickly found out the boy was from Shrek.
He immediately mobilized efforts to track the boy down and offer thanks, only to learn the child had already vanished—doing good without leaving a name.
While he was anxiously ordering his men to search, a stranger suddenly appeared before him.
"Who are you?" Mo Wu was startled. His security had been doubled, and someone still snuck in unnoticed?
The young man had a cold, handsome face and an air of mystique. "Don't look for him."
Mo Wu's heart stirred. "Shrek Academy?"
"You could say I'm half his teacher." Wu Zhangkong said flatly.
Mo Wu relaxed. No wonder—Shrek teachers were all formidable. That someone from Shrek could come and go unnoticed wasn't surprising.
"Senior, I must repay this kindness." Mo Wu, for once, showed a rare moment of determination.
Wu Zhangkong shook his head and was just about to turn and leave when he suddenly halted, lightning-fast grabbing Mo Wu by the arm.
"What are you doing?" Mo Wu was shocked. Not being a soul master, he couldn't possibly dodge the grip.
He felt a sudden force move him from his position.
"Come out!" Wu Zhangkong's eyes gleamed coldly as he stared into a corner of the room.
"No wonder you're from Shrek." A raspy voice echoed as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
The man was cloaked entirely in black, gripping a staff in his right hand. Just looking at him sent a chill down Mo Wu's spine, as though he'd fallen into an icy abyss. The entire room seemed to grow colder and more sinister.
"I just wanted to see who ruined our plans. Didn't expect to meet a councilman... and a damned Shrek man. In that case, I'll kill you first, then take the councilman with me. It'll make things easier."
Rings of soul light rose from under his feet. But unlike a normal soul master's, his soul rings appeared like swirling smoke. Two yellow, two purple, and three black rings. Seven in total. Around them drifted a faint green mist.
"A Evil Soul Master!" Wu Zhangkong's heart tightened. He shoved Mo Wu back.
Mo Wu didn't run. As a councilman, he had the mental fortitude to know that his safest place was beside this Shrek teacher. If Wu Zhangkong couldn't handle the enemy, then there was nowhere left to flee.
"Call me the Plague Bringer." As the Evil Soul Master raised his staff, one of his soul rings flickered, and a dense green mist surged from his body, spreading through the room.
Wu Zhangkong snorted coldly. As his soul rings lit up beneath him—two yellow, two purple, three black—a bone-chilling cold also spread outward. The Skyfrost Sword appeared in his hand.
He thrust the sword forward, a burst of cold light shooting straight for the enemy's chest.
The Plague Bringer flinched when he saw Wu Zhangkong's seven soul rings. But his reflexes were swift. He raised his staff to block, the green crystal tip flashing as it intercepted the sword light.
"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out as the light burst into countless icy sword threads—Frost Mark.
Since reaching the seven-ring Soul Saint level, Wu Zhangkong's strength had surged again. In the past half-year, aside from teaching, he had been cultivating relentlessly, bringing his overall power to a new height.
The flurry of frost not only locked down the enemy, but the chilling aura also significantly slowed the spread of the plague mist.
"Not bad!" the Plague Bringer growled. He suddenly crouched, and a surge of intense green light burst from him like smoke, rapidly expanding. Even Wu Zhangkong's frost couldn't suppress it.
If Wu Zhangkong were alone, he could have relied on his soul power to break through. But Mo Wu was still in the room. As an ordinary man, a single touch of this plague could mean certain death—and even the gods couldn't save him...
(End of Chapter)
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