Chapter 169. If Qianxunji were a reborn being, Dai Mubai's unease grew stronger.
A reborn being's greatest reliance is their knowledge of their past lives. If a reborn being emerged from the Spirit Hall, putting themselves in the Spirit Hall's shoes, the Spirit Hall's first move would surely be to seize the opportunity to crush Xiaosan before he matured.
Then... wouldn't Shrek Academy be without its soul?
Without Xiaosan, who would dare to connect with Poison Douluo? He couldn't connect with Dugu Bo. Without immortal resources, he wouldn't be able to defeat Davis in the short term. Even if he gained strength and defeated Davis, and ultimately possessed the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire, it would be too late to obtain immortal resources. By then, becoming a Titled Douluo would be considered a feat, but Dai Mubai's goal was to achieve godhood. In short, without Xiaosan, where would his immortal resources come from? How would he defeat his brother? And how would he achieve his title as God of War?
No, that shouldn't be the case.
Dai Mubai consoled himself with the thought: Xiao San has the support of the Shura God and his ilk. Even if there were reborn beings in the Spirit Hall, what could they do?
In his previous life, after becoming a god, Dai Mubai had learned from Xiao San that Tang San was in fact the chosen successor of the Shura God.
With this thought, Dai Mubai's uneasiness faded slightly. No matter how much the times had changed, there was one thing Dai Mubai had to do: cling to Tang San's support.
So, Dai Mubai headed towards the Shrek Academy he remembered, wanting to see if it still existed.
If there were reborn beings in the Spirit Hall, then after eliminating Xiao San, the next step would be to eliminate Shrek Academy.
When Dai Mubai arrived at Shrek Academy, the dilapidated academy he remembered still existed. A plaque with the Shrek Academy logo hung at the entrance to the village, looking nearly detached.
Dai Mubai felt a sudden sense of relief. Shrek Academy was still there. This meant that either the Spirit Hall had no reborn members, and something had simply changed, or the Spirit Hall reborn member might not have known what was about to happen.
Oh, and perhaps this reborn member was Qian Xunji. If Qian Xunji was a reborn member, besides knowing he would be killed by his apprentice, could he have foreseen Tang San's future rise to power at Shrek Academy?
Of course not. The first thing Qian Xunji would have done upon learning he was a reborn member would have been to eliminate his apprentice. In other words, Bibi Dong, the twin-spirited, top-tier Rakshasa God who had overwhelmed the Shrek Seven Devils, was gone, leaving behind Qian Xunji, a useless pope who couldn't even defeat Tang San's father.
Hehehe, what had been a moderately difficult dungeon had become a simple scenario.
At this thought, Dai Mubai's mouth curled up, almost reaching his ears.
"We, the Shrek Seven Devils, were able to defeat Bibi Dong. To control a soul like Qianxunji, who can't even become a god, is like controlling a chicken."
Dai Mubai disliked difficult dungeons; he preferred easy dungeons, which suited his taste perfectly.
Several people had gathered over there, seemingly causing a disturbance, so Dai Mubai went over to take a look.
He saw a group arguing, two stretchers covered in blood-stained white cloth.
"My son, my son! Shrek Academy, give me back my son! Compensate me!" An elderly mother wept bitterly over one of the corpses, denouncing Shrek Academy.
Back at Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji picked his nose and said, "I've told you countless times: your son was killed by a spirit beast. What does this have to do with Shrek Academy? If you want justice, go find that spirit beast."
"Then don't you, Shrek Academy, have an obligation to protect our students?" the family of another deceased student demanded, blushing and stiffening their necks.
"We at Shrek have a rule that spirit rings must be hunted by themselves. If they are killed by spirit beasts, it's their own fault for not learning the skills well enough. Who else can they blame?" Zhao Wuji said. "No matter what, my son's accident happened at your Shrek Academy. You must compensate," a middle-aged man said angrily.
"Compensation?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man, and stepped towards him.
"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged man took two steps back, but Zhao Wuji had already stepped forward and slapped him twice.
Zhao Wuji slapped the middle-aged man's face, causing him to spit out blood and even his teeth.
"Compensation, two slaps for you." Zhao Wuji shook his hand and said, "Are you satisfied?"
"You, Shrek, killed my son and beat him up, and you think you're right?" The man pointed at Zhao Wuji and said angrily, slurring his words.
Zhao Wuji flung his hands aside, his face fierce, and declared, "Reasonable? My slap is reason. I'm laying it on the line: these students were killed by spirit beasts. They were killed because they weren't skilled enough. Shrek Academy isn't to blame. We won't pay you a cent. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and don't tarnish Shrek's image. Otherwise, don't blame me, Zhao Wuji, for being rude."
With that, Zhao Wuji summoned his martial spirit, the Mighty Diamond Bear.
Seven spirit rings—yellow, purple, and black—descended. The oppressive force of a Soul Sage crushed the people, causing the two families to tremble.
Zhao Wuji clenched his fists, a crackling sound. Seeing this, they lost all desire for justice.
This was a Soul Sage.
"Even if you don't want to compensate us, just refund our tuition. That's at least okay. It's what our family saved through hard work," the mother asked with a sorrowful heart.
"Refund the tuition? Humph, we don't refund tuition at Shrek Academy. Get out! I'll count to ten. If you don't get out of Shrek Academy, I'll give you an arm for each one."
"One!"
Hearing this, the men dared not cause any more trouble and simply fled with the two students' bodies.
Watching them leave, Zhao Wuji's lips curled slightly. Given Shrek Academy's current situation, nobles basically didn't come. Those who did come were children of commoners, without status or connections, and they were easily manipulated.
Li Yusong, standing nearby, said, "Old Zhao, don't you think we're going a bit too far? At least refund the tuition."
"Old Li, you don't understand. These peasants, if you teach them a lesson, they'll open a dyeing factory for you. If you refund their tuition, they'll think you're easy to bully. They'll dare to come and ask for compensation tomorrow and demand justice the day after tomorrow. To deal with these people, you have to be tough."
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