Chapter 136: Yu Xiaogang, Just a Useless Piece of Junk
Nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, five black—rose beneath Bone Douluo's feet as thick black soul power surged from his body. He stood protectively beside Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi said calmly, "Tang Hao, what are you planning?"
Tang Hao was fully aware that Bone Douluo, a level 95 Titled Douluo, was among the most powerful of his class. In his current state, unless he detonated his rings, he could barely match average Titled Douluo like Snake Lance or Porcupine Fish. Against Bone Douluo—the strongest defense-type in the world—even detonating might not be enough, especially with Ning Fengzhi's support.
"Sect Master Ning, Senior Bone Douluo, I'm only here to protect my son and his future wife. I bear no ill will, and the Clear Sky Clan does not wish to provoke the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
He withdrew the Killing God Domain. Without its interference, Bone Douluo's gaze fell directly on Xiao Wu. In an instant, he realized—she was a 100,000-year transformed soul beast. He sent a sound transmission to Ning Fengzhi.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi gave Xiao Wu and the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand a strange look. "Brother Tang Hao, why does your son's Clear Sky Hammer have no soul rings?"
Before Tang Hao could respond, Ning Rongrong blurted out, her voice pleading, "Father, Grandpa Bone! Third Brother has twin martial souls! Xiao Wu is my good friend—please, don't hurt her!"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered with suspicion and killing intent. "Brother Tang Hao, could we speak privately?"
Tang Hao nodded. The three of them moved to a corner of the training grounds. Tang Hao remained tense, ready in case Bone Douluo suddenly attacked.
"Brother Tang Hao, your son has made a grave mistake. How could he get involved with a transformed soul beast? If Spirit Hall finds out, they'll never let it go. They might even use this to attack the Clear Sky Clan or our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
When Ning Fengzhi first learned Tang San had twin spirits, he seriously considered killing both father and son. But Spirit Hall was simply too strong now—Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji were terrifying, and they had the continent's best healing and control experts in Silver Emperor Douluo.
Those three alone suffocated the entire continent.
Then there were the young lords, Qian Renxue and Qian Renchuan. Renchuan's talent was unknown, but Renxue had already shattered expectations. Even as a Soul King, she made Soul Saints from the Clear Sky Clan feel helpless.
Renchuan likely inherited the Six-Winged Angel martial soul too—he wouldn't be weak.
A single Clear Sky Hammer could no longer threaten the Angel lineage. They needed twin martial soul talents. Coincidentally, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had Gu Chen, and the Clear Sky Clan had Tang San. Each could oppose one of them.
But neither Gu Chen nor Tang San had matured yet. And Spirit Hall had an excuse to attack—Xiao Wu, the 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit.
"You don't need to worry, Sect Master Ning," Tang Hao said after a pause. "Because Qian Xunji's wife—Ah Yin—is also a 100,000-year transformed soul beast."
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were dumbfounded. Was this for real? Spirit Hall was built between the two empires, closest to the Star Dou Forest. They had fought soul beast waves for centuries, killing countless beasts. They were supposed to hate soul beasts most of all.
"This is absolutely true. You know about my and Ah Yin's history, right?"
Bone Douluo fell silent, twitching at the corners of his mouth. He still couldn't understand how anyone could mate with a soul beast.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with insight. He started thinking about something deeper. No one in thousands of years had ever had three black soul rings at low levels. Could Qian Renxue's freakish talent stem from Ah Yin being a 100,000-year transformed soul beast?
And if such a pairing produced freakishly gifted children, maybe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should consider spending resources to acquire their own 100,000-year beast—just for breeding.
They weren't short on gold soul coins, after all. And that meant they weren't short on resources either. Spending what it took to cultivate a Titled Douluo and using it to breed a genius child might actually be worth it.
After their conversation, the teachers of Shrek Academy had already gathered. Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Li Yusong included.
Tang San held Xiao Wu tightly. No one would hurt her—not unless they stepped over his dead body first.
Xiao Wu's eyes were filled with resolve. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect tried to capture her, she would not hesitate to sacrifice herself like in her past life. She could raise Tang San from level 34 Soul Elder to level 40 Soul Ancestor with her accumulated energy.
Yu Xiaogang glared at Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo with hatred. After all these years, he still hadn't forgotten how they humiliated him. He still remembered when his own father slapped him for no reason.
Ghost Panther Douluo, listening from the shadows, was utterly stunned. He never expected that Her Holiness the Empress was actually a transformed soul beast.
But he chose to pretend he didn't hear anything. It wasn't just Qian Daoliu or Qian Xunji—even Ah Yin could flatten him.
A moment later, Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Tang Hao returned. Everyone held their breath.
Ning Fengzhi wore his usual gentle, scholarly smile again. "Dean Flender, I'd like to see how Shrek trains its students. That way, I can rest easy leaving Rongrong here."
Flender looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was now in charge of the curriculum. Yu's expression had calmed. He stood tall, proud.
Today's training plan was something he'd worked out all night. He was certain it would slap Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo in the face.
"Please follow me."
Yu Xiaogang led the group outside the academy. Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and the Shrek Seven followed.
When they saw the seven bamboo baskets filled with stones, a wave of nostalgia swept over the Shrek Seven. In their past lives, they had carried those baskets for three months during Yu Xiaogang's first phase of hell training.
"This is my training method," Yu Xiaogang said proudly. "It's called 'Sharing Hardship to Build Trust.'"
"There are no strongest soul masters—only the most perfect teams."
"In a moment, I'll have these children run long-distance carrying identical loads. But people have different physiques. Some weaker ones won't make it without help. That means they'll need to share the burden. Only through mutual support can they complete the task."
"Through this, they'll build bonds of friendship and trust that will never be broken. That's how you create a perfect team!"
Ning Fengzhi looked unimpressed. Basket training might wow commoners, but to him, this was barely a 60/100. It would've been 50, but he added 10 points for the trust-building angle.
He knew that perfect teams didn't need this sort of thing.
Just study together, train together, spar now and then, share meals and baths, and finally compete in seven-man battles. These seven kids were all geniuses. Geniuses naturally respected each other, and the weak would instinctively rely on the strong. That built trust around a central figure.
As long as that leader wasn't too petty or disgusting.
The golden cultivation age for soul masters was between 12 and 25. That time was too precious. This kind of training? It wasn't even worthy of the academy. It only worked your shoulders and legs—the rest of the body got nothing.
Zhao Wuji's gravity training, on the other hand, worked the entire body. It was far superior.
Even with students of different constitutions, Shrek had enough teachers to assign one per student and apply targeted pressure.
Yu Xiaogang had a treasure trove and didn't know how to use it.
In the end, trash would always be trash—no matter how many years passed.
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