The Soul Ancestor guard ran off quickly.
"Young Master Liuyun?" Another Soul King took Ye Lingsi's hand.
Zhao Liuyun merely said indifferently:
"Protect Lingsi well. I will handle those of the same level; it will be more convenient for Senior Meng to speak with the person backing them."
The Ye family was naturally unafraid.
The problem was that the people of Shrek were historically unreasonable.
Facing a potential Soul Saint, even Meng Yuan might find her strength lacking.
Since that was the case, it was safest for someone of the same level like Zhao Liuyun to strike from the start.
And besides...
He should strike!
This was an excellent opportunity to simultaneously prove his gratitude and demonstrate his combat capabilities.
Zhao Liuyun pondered carefully.
The fat grass-chicken had revealed two rings, but he looked like someone who had never seen the world. Clearly, he couldn't yet distinguish between people he could provoke and those he couldn't.
He must have been brought back to the academy by Flender not long ago.
Appearing in the Spirit Hunting Town meant they were inevitably here to hunt spirits.
At this point in time...
Dai Mubai was thirteen years old; he should be here to obtain his third spirit ring!
Therefore...
Zhao Liuyun quickly raised his head.
"Who dares hurt my brother!" Before his thoughts could settle, a figure suddenly pushed through the crowd and leaped into the center with a sharp shout.
The newcomer was tall with broad shoulders, possessed a head of dazzling blond hair, and a face that was handsome with a hint of wildness.
The most striking feature was his heterochromatic eyes—pupils within pupils, radiating an air of cold arrogance.
Double pupils, stuck at Rank 30; it was indeed Dai Mubai.
Zhao Liuyun understood clearly, yet his expression remained as cold as frost: "This fat chicken offended my young lady. Which sect are you from?"
I knew it!
To lead with an interrogation meant they must come from a major power.
As soon as Dai Mubai saw the trio's attire, especially the cute little girl, he knew this was undoubtedly another mess caused by that fat pig, Ma Hongjun.
Due to well-known factors, the two of them had built a deep friendship.
And his dignity as a prince meant Dai Mubai had no intention of admitting fault. He simply countered with a question: "What happened to him?"
Dean Flender had brought him here to hunt spirits, and Ma Hongjun had insisted on tagging along to "see the world." The Dean told him to look after the boy. He couldn't let anything go wrong.
"He is merely in a deep sleep," Zhao Liuyun's gaze grew even sharper. "Young Grand Spirit Masters are rare. What power do you represent?"
He took a half-step forward and said grimly: "If you don't apologize properly, no one is leaving today!"
When acting on behalf of the Ye family to demand accountability, one could not resort to cursing like a common shrew; he had to be firm without being vulgar.
Looking at the two yellow spirit rings surrounding Zhao Liuyun and the shimmering Moonlit Lotus in his hand, a wicked smile appeared on Dai Mubai's face:
"Then I truly must test your skills..."
His competitive spirit was ignited as Dai Mubai declared boldly: "We are from Shrek Academy. Our Dean lives by one saying—'Those who do not dare to cause trouble are mediocre!'"
"You are also a Grand Spirit Master, so fight me first! If you win, everything is negotiable!"
"White Tiger, Possess."
A powerful burst of pale white light suddenly erupted from his body.
He thrust his arms wide, his chest high, as his joints let out a string of crisp pops. As his muscles bulged, even the air around him seemed to become restless.
His blond hair instantly turned into a mix of black and white, and the domineering "King" character pattern appeared on his forehead.
His hands transformed into tiger claws, doubling in size and covered in thick white fur. His ten fingers were like blades; as the sharp claws retracted and extended, cold light flickered like daggers unsheathed.
His eyes turned ghostly blue, giving him the aura of a killing machine...
"Dai Mubai. Martial Soul: White Tiger. Level 30 Power Attack System Grand Spirit Master. Please advise."
This was a formal invitation to challenge.
"Heh, quite the stickler for etiquette~" Zhao Liuyun sneered.
"Zhao Liuyun. Martial Soul: Moonlit Lotus. Level 22 Control System Grand Spirit Master."
"Since you insist on a beating, I shall grant your wish!"
"Go, Brother Liuyun! Beat these bad guys!" Ye Lingsi waved her small fists, watching the battle joyfully under the protection of the guards.
"I will win," Zhao Liuyun replied with a brilliant smile.
"A difference of eight levels, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"
The utter disregard made Dai Mubai laugh in anger.
His body lunged forward like a bolt of white lightning, his claws tearing through the air as they aimed directly for Zhao Liuyun's face.
Not using spirit rings?
So conceited?
Zhao Liuyun wasn't going to indulge him; if he didn't want to use spirit skills, then he wouldn't get the chance.
His toes tapped the ground as he retreated, and simultaneously, his first spirit ring lit up once more.
"First Spirit Skill: Stopping Hostilities!"
A hazy purple glow rippled out like a wave. It did not condense into a line; instead, it spread out into a broad sheet.
This was a new application Zhao Liuyun had devised. Spirit skills with a flight trajectory were easy to dodge. So, why not simply change it into a wave-like area attack?
Let the dream-crafting mental power cover the entire plane!
Achieving the same effect would consume more mental power than a condensed state. However, Zhao Liuyun's mental power was vast; he didn't care about this small loss.
"Bang!"
Dai Mubai's pupils shrank. He had no way to dodge. A wave of drowsiness surged into his heart; his body went limp, and he fell flat on his face.
The White Tiger martial soul automatically retracted. Due to his forward momentum, he even landed face-first.
Nosebleed mixed with dust trickled down.
Ma Hongjun was a long-range spirit master and his thick layers of fat had provided a cushion; plus, he had landed on his back, so he didn't look quite as pathetic.
Immediately afterward, a second burst of dream-crafting purple light followed the first wave, preventing Dai Mubai from waking up due to the pain.
The follow-up strike had to be consistent.
"Instantly killed?"
"Boring, so boring!"
The spectators were full of disdain, heckling Dai Mubai one after another.
In the shadows, a Soul Saint who had also brought people to hunt spirits had eyes that sparkled with interest.
This level of mental power...
"Woohoo~ Brother Liuyun is so amazing!" Ye Lingsi clapped her hands vigorously, her crisp cheers full of delight.
Zhao Liuyun's gaze was indifferent as he swept over the two on the ground with a hint of disappointment: "Shrek Academy? This is the kind of trash they produce?"
"Uncle Lin, have you heard of this academy?" he asked the Soul King guard.
The Soul King guard surnamed Lin searched his memory: "There is no such name among the Advanced Spirit Master Academies. It is likely some third-rate 'wild chicken' school."
"What is going on?" A cold voice drifted over. Meng Yuan's figure arrived in an instant, and the pressure of her surging spirit power spread silently, scaring away the gossiping crowd.
"Senior Meng," Zhao Liuyun's expression softened slightly. "I was taking Lingsi out for a walk."
"The fat one on the ground had lecherous eyes and spoke frivolously, frightening Lingsi."
"After I took him down, this man with the White Tiger soul rushed over."
"I only wanted a sincere apology, but he claimed 'those who do not dare to cause trouble are mediocre' and insisted on fighting me."
"And then... it became like this."
Zhao Liuyun truthfully recounted the entire process, pointing to the two men still lying on the ground.
"White Tiger soul, Shrek?"
There was a story behind that martial soul, and as for the name Shrek...
Meng Yuan's eyes flickered.
She remembered that the Ye family had once sponsored a genius named "Wei Xiu." Years ago, he had ignored all advice and insisted on going to this academy. He said they only accepted the "genius among geniuses" and not ordinary spirit masters; that it was a truly powerful, hidden academy.
The Dean there was named...
"Senior Flender, since you are here, why not show yourself for a chat?" Meng Yuan locked onto a specific direction.
"Aren't you going to come out and say a few words, and perhaps inform us of the recent situation of that child, Wei Xiu?"
In the shadows, Flender looked embarrassed—
Because the Wei Xiu that Meng Yuan spoke of had unfortunately perished during a spirit hunt.
Nevertheless, he possessed his martial soul and flew down.
"So it is friends from the Ye family. My disciple was disrespectful this time." Flender pushed his glasses up and kemudian smiled bitterly. "This is a flaw in his martial soul, a mutation; it was not intentional."
"I apologize to your daughter on his behalf."
As he spoke, two gentle breezes woke the two men who were still sleeping soundly on the ground.
Ma Hongjun scrambled up, dusting off his buttocks as if nothing had happened.
Dai Mubai, however, had a face smeared with nosebleed and mud, looking extremely bedraggled.
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