Chapter 191: We at Shrek will never refund the money.
Tang Hao hid in the crowd, protecting Tang San almost every step of the way. Now, seeing what happened to Tang San in the Spirit Master Props Shop, he was filled with hatred.
"My son, Haotian Douluo, is not someone you, a Soul Master, can teach a lesson to?"
Although he didn't know what Xiao San wanted that crystal for, since Xiao San wanted it and couldn't get it, then my father would get it for him on his behalf.
With this in mind, Tang Hao followed the Golden Eagle Soul Master as he left the shop.
However, Tang Hao didn't dare to attack in front of the crowd. The opponent was a Soul Master, and one close to being titled. This meant that Tang Hao couldn't defeat him without revealing his Spirit. If he revealed his Spirit, Haotian Douluo's identity would be exposed, and the damn Spirit Hall would surely investigate, ultimately leading to Xiao San's downfall.
Tang Hao followed the Golden Eagle Soul Master, turning left and right, until he finally arrived at a deserted alley.
Seeing the deserted area, Tang Hao's face broke into a sinister grin. He quickly whispered, "Golden Eagle Soul Douluo, get over here!"
However, there was no response.
Tang Hao froze, glancing in that direction. Was the person gone?
Tang Hao swept his mind, but couldn't see anyone within his range.
"Damn it! I've been tricked!" Tang Hao angrily punched the wall, collapsing it.
Perhaps the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo had a special escape method that allowed him to evade Tang Hao's pursuit.
The other party wasn't targeting his son, but clearly had a grudge against Flanders. Unable to find him, Tang Hao gave up.
Tang Hao left. Unbeknownst to him, after his departure, the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo emerged from the wormhole and gave Tang Hao a meaningful look.
At night, a child and an elderly man were on their way to Shrek Academy when a coachman demanded ten Gold Soul Coins for the fare.
"Ten gold soul coins for the fare? Are you trying to extort me?" the old man said angrily, his neck stiff.
The driver said, "It's only ten gold soul coins for my ride. What's wrong?"
The old man said, "We gave you ten bronze soul coins when you got on. Why are you still taking them?"
"We charge you for getting on and ten gold soul coins when you get off. Ten bronze soul coins for getting on and ten gold soul coins for getting off. Don't even think about getting off if you don't give us your money," the driver said.
"I, we don't have that much money," the old man said with a troubled look on his face.
The driver's face trembled, and he said, "Old man, don't say you don't have money. You're going to Shrek Academy to register, right? How could you not have the ten gold soul coins for the registration fee?"
"But that's my grandson's tuition," the old man said.
"School. You're on my ride, and you still want to go? Hand over the ten gold soul coins," the driver said.
"You, you," the old man said in horror.
The child angrily declared, "You're robbing me!"
He summoned his Martial Spirit, a grizzly bear spirit with one white and one yellow spirit ring, and lunged at the driver.
"Trying to attack?" the driver sneered. He summoned his jackal spirit, a Soul Master-level spirit with white, yellow, and purple spirit rings. He grabbed the young man and said, "You're still too inexperienced. Come out, brothers."
Fierce-looking robbers emerged from either side of the black carriage, each wielding a sword and exuding a murderous aura.
"Robbery, yes, we're robbing me," the driver said. "Now, do you want money, or your life?"
"My life, my life, my life." The old man had no choice but to reluctantly give the driver ten gold soul coins, a sum he had saved from a lifetime of frugality.
The driver took the coins, glanced at them, and said, "That's right."
"Then, can you please spare my grandson?" the old man pleaded softly.
"Let your grandson go?" the driver sneered. "That's impossible. This child is so talented, so creative, and the Tiandou Royal Slave Hunters need a batch of goods. This child is perfect."
"Slave." The child's face was filled with fear. He struggled angrily, "No, I don't want to be a slave. I want to be a Spirit Master!"
The driver whipped the child hard, his skin feeling as if it had been scalded by boiling water. The driver sneered.
"You, a lowly person, want to become a noble Spirit Master? Being a slave and serving your master well is your lifelong destiny, understand?"
"No, no! Let my grandson go. I'll give you all my money," the startled old man said.
"Dispose of this old man anywhere you like. This child, judging by his worth, should fetch at least a hundred gold spirit coins," the driver said.
Suddenly, in the darkness, a horizontal line passed, slicing the robber's body in two. He cried out in pain, his upper body still writhing.
On the other side, another line cut through, and all the robbers on that side were cut in half, and there was a lot of wailing at the scene.
The driver was startled, and his legs went limp, and a sharp claw stretched out from behind him!
"Soul Master, spare me, Soul Master, spare me." The driver didn't know who attacked them, so he could only wail continuously.
However, the claw did not let him go because of his plea for mercy. One claw grabbed him and directly cut off his neck.
The corpse fell heavily, and the child also fell down. Looking at the bloody scene around him, the child dared not breathe.
"These robbers have been killed by me, you are fine." A middle-aged uncle walked out and said to the old man and the child.
After a while, the child finally recovered. He realized he was rescued. He looked at Qianxunji and said incoherently, "Thank you. Thank you for saving us."
He looked at the scene in front of him. The upper bodies of the robbers were still struggling to move. Beheading is a very cruel torture for humans, because people don't die immediately. They can still survive for a while. The wailing before death is absolutely shocking to the child.
"Are you pitying them?" The middle-aged man smiled.
The child didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
"These people are not ordinary robbers. How can they be reduced to robbers when they are already soul masters? They are just a rebranded Tiandou Royal Slave Hunting Group. They disguise themselves as robbers and specifically look for soul masters like you who have no background but are talented, and take them back to the concentration camp for slave education and training."
"Generally speaking, a concentration camp sends a thousand civilians like you, and in the end, less than a hundred people emerge. How can you still pity them?"
The child asked, "Uncle, where are the others?"
"They," the middle-aged man looked at the child and said, "They were dealt with."
"Dealt with?"
"For slaves, talent, strength—none of these matters. What matters is loyalty, obedience, and never betraying us," the middle-aged man said. "So, how can we make you obedient slaves? We must train you, cultivate you. If you even harbor the slightest rebellion, we'll whip you, imprison you in a water dungeon, even crush your kneecaps—any means of torture we can employ."
"Those who escape will be caught and executed before your eyes, beheaded, or chopped into sticks. We'll constantly teach you that resistance means endless torture. Ultimately, we'll force your body and soul to submit, ultimately making you a qualified slave. Once you've been branded with the mark of slavery, we can confidently allow you to cultivate." Qianxunji said.
"And during this period, those who are beaten to death, those who escape and are killed, or those who become incurably disabled will ultimately face only one outcome: disposal."
The middle-aged man's words chilled the child to the bone. If he hadn't appeared tonight, a nightmare would have awaited him.
"Why do they do this?" the child asked.
"They're after money. Some, they want to curb the rise of common soul masters like you," the middle-aged man said.
The child fell silent. He looked up at the sky, feeling a faint haze. This thought reaffirmed his resolve.
"I will become an even more powerful soul master, bringing honor to my family," the child said.
"What's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.
The child replied, "Zhang Heng. What's yours, uncle?"
"My name. Just call me Dark Gold Soul Douluo."
"Dark Gold Soul Douluo? Then, uncle, you're a Soul Douluo?" the child exclaimed in shock.
The middle-aged man smiled but said nothing. He asked, "Are you planning to enroll at Shrek Academy? How old are you, kid? What's your Soul Power level?"
"I'm thirteen, Soul Power level 23, and my Martial Spirit is Grizzly Bear."
"Why would you enroll at Shrek Academy? I heard the infrastructure there isn't very good," the Dark Gold Soul Douluo asked.
Zhang Heng's grandfather said, "Soul Master, you don't know. Which of those prestigious academies doesn't require a letter of introduction for admission? Where can we get one? Only Shrek Academy has its doors open to us."
"The Spirit Hall's welfare policy for soul masters only applies to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy," the old man sighed. "With such great talent, it would be a waste for Zhang Heng not to study at the Advanced Soul Master Academy."
"Do you believe that even if you go there, the door will be closed to you?" the Dark Gold Soul Douluo pondered.
"How about this? I'll accompany you to Shrek Academy," the Dark Gold Soul Douluo said.
The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance and ultimately agreed.
The next day, when registration for Shrek Academy began, the line stretched long.
Li Yusong sat contentedly on the registration chair, observing the long line of people, with Dai Mubai standing beside him.
Dai Mubai surveyed the crowd before him. He knew only four would be accepted: Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the woman he'd longed for, Zhu Zhuqing.
A few years had passed, and Zhu Zhuqing had grown taller.
Dai Mubai couldn't help but feel the urge to apply. His gaze scoured the back of the line, spotting the familiar figures of Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong, but not Zhu Zhuqing.
He felt a little annoyed, but upon reflection, it made sense: Zhu Zhuqing had indeed arrived a little late.
Registration officially began, and the first student and parent arrived.
"Pay your tuition first before you register," Li Yusong told the student and parent.
The parent, reluctantly, dropped ten gold soul coins into the box.
Li Yusong asked, "Age, and soul power level."
"My son is 13 years old and level 21. He's a genius," the parent said.
Li Yusong nodded, pointed his dragon-patterned staff to the side, and said, "Stand here for now."
The people, unsure of what to do, obeyed Li Yusong's instructions and stood there.
Later people signed up, but most of them, after dropping their money into the box, stood aside as Li Yusong had instructed.
Finally reaching the end, Li Yusong looked at the three people before him: an elderly man, a middle-aged man, and a child. The elderly man dropped ten gold soul coins into the box, and then Li Yusong spoke quietly, "Age, martial soul, level."
Zhang Heng displayed his martial soul and spirit rings, and then took a bone age measurement.
Li Yusong said to Zhang Heng and the other two, "Stand here and wait for the results!"
Seeing this, the elderly man and Zhang Heng sensed something was amiss. Zhang Heng looked inquiringly at the Dark Gold Soul Douluo who had accompanied him. The Dark Gold Soul Douluo, speaking in a voice like a line, told him, "Just follow their instructions for now."
So the three of them also stood aside.
The crowd shrank by more than half. When a student finally had their spirit tested, Li Yusong nodded with satisfaction and said,
"Spirit: XXXX, Age: 12, Spirit Power: Level 22. You've passed the first round of the assessment."
Then, Li Yusong let the person enter Shrek Academy.
A large group of people on the other side were stunned by this scene.
"Wait, teacher, what does it mean he passed the assessment? And what's the point of us standing here?" a parent asked, puzzled.
Li Yusong saw this and said, "It means you don't meet our Shrek Academy admissions standards."
"What do you mean? What are your Shrek Academy admissions standards?" another parent asked.
Li Yusong gestured to Dai Mubai to be aware. Dai Mubai nodded, then took out a sheet of admissions guidelines and placed it next to Li Yusong. Li Yusong said, "We at Shrek only accept monsters, not useless people. Anyone over twelve with a spirit power below level 20 will not be accepted."
"What? My son is a genius," said a parent, full of confidence in his son.
Li Yusong shook his head and said, "Genius? In my eyes, besides being a monster, it's trash. Okay, now that you know you're eliminated, why don't you just get out of here?"
"What?" A parent said with tears in his eyes, "Even if Shrek Academy doesn't accept us, you should at least refund our tuition."
"You want your tuition back?" Li Yusong sneered and said, "We at Shrek Academy don't have the excuse of refunding tuition."
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