Sigh, it's you again!
Shrek Academy, cafeteria.
Yue Zhengyu stared at Yuanen Yehui, with open contempt in his eyes: "Evil Soul Master!"
His martial soul was the Holy Angel, from a family of Holy Angels, a direct opposite to the Fallen Angel. His senses so sharp, he could sniff her out even if she didn't release her martial soul.
Last time, he'd tried roughing her up and was warned by Shrek enforcers, so he got smart this time: he started right away with insults, putting her on the spot publicly.
A battle of words didn't break the rules, so he couldn't be punished—and maybe, he could force her to strike first.
Tang Wulin's mouth twitched. He'd witnessed everything last time and knew Yuanen Yehui was innocent. But since Yue Zhengyu was his friend, he kept quiet and controlled himself.
"I'm not an Evil Soul Master," Yuanen Yehui replied coldly, glancing at him.
"Martial soul of Fallen Angel, and you say you're not?" Yue Zhengyu snorted. "As far as I know, your martial soul is closely linked to demons. Watch out, everyone! Anyone who gets too close might get eaten..."
The crowd instantly scattered.
A ring of empty space formed around Yuanen Yehui.
She got all sorts of strange looks.
No one wanted to risk themselves, especially since she was a loner, with almost no friends. Yue Zhengyu was also the Holy Angel clan's heir; compared to her, it was obvious whom they'd choose to believe.
"You…"
A fiery look blazed in Yuanen Yehui's eyes.
He'd ripped away her last bit of dignity in public.
She'd long grown used to rumors, and thanks to Su Wen's guidance, she was tough. But now her peace was shattered again. On top of being frustrated with mecha studies, she stared daggers at Yue Zhengyu, fist clenched.
"I'll always be watching you," Yue Zhengyu sneered, looking down on her.
"If anything goes wrong at Shrek, I have every reason to suspect you, devil spawn."
He was just waiting—
Go ahead. Hit me!
Then I'll have every reason to beat you up for real.
To provoke her more, he added:
"Your mother's martial soul was also Fallen Angel. I heard that when she advanced to Title Douluo rank, she almost wiped out the whole Yuanen Titan clan…"
"Say that again!" Yuanen Yehui's anger exploded.
The Fallen Angel martial soul, always hidden and suppressed, was unleashed. Dark, deep wings spread open, long red hair tumbling down. Her features shifted from a delicate boy's to a soft but striking girl's face, her figure growing lithe and graceful.
At the same time, her soul power surged.
Pieces of battle armor appeared—shoulder, elbow, abdomen—then linked together with a glow…
"This—this… battle armor?!" Yue Zhengyu was shocked.
But Yuanen Yehui was in unstoppable fury. Two purple soul rings appeared beneath her feet:
"Dark Demon Sword!
Fallen Angel Descent!"
The girl gripped a dark long sword, demonic aura billowing, her strength jumping from mid-tier Soul Lord (three rings) to Soul King (five rings) level. With a shout, she slashed at him.
"Angel Descent!" Yue Zhengyu paled but still forced himself to summon his martial soul to defend.
Light clashed with darkness—
But darkness completely overwhelmed the light. Yue Zhengyu spat a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
"Wulin, save me!!!"
He crawled on the ground, desperately looking to Tang Wulin for help.
Tang Wulin: "..."
How's he supposed to help?
She's a rampaging Soul King—he's just a newly promoted Soul Lord, not a match at all. Not to mention, the other side had dual top-ranked martial souls…
Tang Wulin's eye twitched, but he still stood up, braving the pressure:
"Please, fighting is not allowed in Shrek Academy…"
"You get out of my way!"
Yuanen Yehui, now in a frenzy, swept her black sword toward him.
But with a clear "clang!"
The sword suddenly stopped.
A tall, powerful figure appeared in front of Tang Wulin, effortlessly catching the sword with two fingers. The man had short red hair, a burly build, and arms like small mountains.
This was none other than Shrek Academy's Forging Association president, Feng Wuyu. He was amazed as he examined the girl's battle armor:
"Simply art…
Such ingenious design—it perfectly fits your martial soul and thirty-sixth-level soul power, without surpassing your body's limits…"
He'd noticed everything already.
Since Tang Wulin had been marked for special cultivation by Shrek, his safety had to be guaranteed.
But what staggered him most was the battle armor—
In both metal forging and mecha design, every detail was perfect.
Wasn't this girl driven out of the Yuanen clan?
"President Feng, she tried to kill me in the academy!" Yue Zhengyu, like he'd found a savior, crawled over in rage, glaring at Yuanen Yehui.
Evil Soul Masters—all should die by right!
And now she'd humiliated him in public too.
"..."
Feng Wuyu pondered briefly.
"You two. With me, now."
...
Shrek Academy.
Inside the Golden Ancient Tree.
Under the heavy gaze of the elders, Yuanen Yehui remained silent, head lowered.
"Who forged your battle armor? As far as I know, your clan already cut ties with you! Did you steal this armor from somewhere?" one elder pressed sharply, aiming to break her will.
"I did not steal it!" Yuanen Yehui said through clenched teeth. "It is my battle armor!"
At first, she'd intended to tell the truth.
After all, her mysterious shopkeeper surely was some great figure and might even be known to these Shrek titans—or perhaps, with a glance, they'd recognize who he was.
But from start to finish, she saw only greed in the elders' eyes, each one pressing her to give up the origin of her armor…
She never thought her academy, after two years' devotion, would be this ugly. She stayed silent, jaw set.
"Should we do it?" An elder glanced quietly at Feng Wuyu.
He hesitated.
Yun Ming frowned and glared at the elder:
"Spiritual control? Such dirty tricks are for our enemies, not Shrek's own disciples!"
"But… she just attacked a peer; that's grounds for expulsion already…" the elder said, afraid.
"Then just expel her." Yun Ming shook his head helplessly.
Another headache for the day.
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