Chapter 31 - Prince Wrath

After Han Feng fell unconscious, Tang San took up his will and challenged Zhao Wuji to a fight.

As expected, Xiao Wu was injured in the process. This was inevitable—besides Han Feng, only Xiao Wu dared approach Zhao Wuji. Zhu Zhuqing, as a sensitive agility type, was all about hit-and-run tactics, far safer than Xiao Wu's frontal strong-attack approach.

Seeing Xiao Wu hurt, Tang San erupted with fury, unleashing the full array of Tang Sect techniques. He became like a bristling hedgehog, overwhelming Zhao Wuji with frustration.

Now, could Zhao Wuji really not defeat Tang San? Of course he could.

With just his Martial Soul Avatar, Tang San's Dragon Beard Needle couldn't even scratch him.

But Zhao Wuji couldn't actually hurt Tang San—or Han Feng. He had to hold back and let Tang San go wild. What annoyed Zhao Wuji was that, unlike Han Feng, Tang San seemed to have no sense of self-awareness. Han Feng, though foul-mouthed, had clear intentions during training—he knew he couldn't win and was just venting with a punch or two. But Tang San? That kid was actually trying to beat him!

With Han Feng as a comparison, Zhao Wuji found himself disliking Tang San more and more.

They were both geniuses, but Han Feng had higher spirit power and a more straightforward nature—bold, brash, the kind Zhao Wuji appreciated. After all, he was the same way.

But Tang San?

Even his self-created techniques felt shady compared to Han Feng's. Han Feng's soul skills had grandeur—even his Concealment Shield, though stealthy, felt more open and honorable. Tang San's abilities? Poison, hidden weapons, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track... Every one of them had a sinister edge.

If Tang San knew what Zhao Wuji was thinking, he'd probably shout injustice—none of it was his fault! These weren't self-created techniques; they were inherited from his previous life's Tang Sect. What was he supposed to do?

And if Zhao Wuji knew Han Feng had deliberately left Tang San to train with him, just to have Tang Hao beat him up later... Would he still feel that way?

After that, everything fell into place. Though Tang San, Han Feng, and Xiao Wu all passed out, the allotted time had long passed. The five of them were accepted into Shrek Academy.

During dorm assignments, the three girls naturally roomed together without issue. But for Han Feng and the boys, things got tricky. Han Feng and Tang San were both unconscious, so no one could ask for their preference.

In the end, Dai Mubai made the decision himself and snatched Han Feng as his roommate.

It wasn't hard to understand why.

Look at the others: Oscar had a face full of scraggly beard and wouldn't shut up about his "big sausage." Ma Hongjun? No need to elaborate—he went through an hour of Evil Fire every day. It wasn't just off-putting to girls—even guys found it unbearable.

As for Tang San... Before today, Dai Mubai had been optimistic about him. But now? Not so much. Who wants to share a room with someone packed with poisons and hidden weapons?

Compared to that, Han Feng seemed normal. Sure, his emotional intelligence was a bit low, but at least he didn't bother Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing this morning. Clearly, his cluelessness only applied to girls—he was still a decent guy.

"Maybe I should teach Han Feng how to flirt..." Dai Mubai mused, glancing at the sleeping Han Feng.

He could see it clearly—based on Ning Rongrong's behavior, all Han Feng had to do was act a bit gentler and she'd be his. But after some thought, Dai Mubai gave up. As a seasoned player, he could tell Han Feng didn't like Ning Rongrong. She was too spoiled and arrogant. For someone like Han Feng, a straightforward guy, she just didn't leave a good impression. Better not force things and earn Han Feng's resentment.

Thinking of this, Dai Mubai sighed to himself. That brat Han Feng doesn't know how lucky he is. If he wanted love, it's right there for the taking. And me? Zhu Zhuqing...

As for Tang San, he ended up rooming with Oscar. No one dared bunk with Ma Hongjun anyway.

And so the day quietly passed. As night fell, and just before midnight, a powerful soul force descended silently over Shrek Academy—targeting Zhao Wuji with precision.

In his room, Zhao Wuji, still grumbling about this year's overpowered little monsters, suddenly choked mid-thought. His eyes widened, and he shot out of the room with a growl:

"Who's there!?"

Other teachers quickly gathered. Flender hovered in midair, eyes serious—he could feel the power of the intruder. A Soul Douluo at the very least!

"Zhao Wuji..."

A hoarse voice rang out. Two silhouettes slowly emerged from the shadows of night.

Boom!

They released their soul rings directly.

Four yellow. Four purple. Eight black.

Sixteen soul rings lit up the night—both men were Soul Douluo!

Flender's breath caught, but he felt a bit relieved too. If these two had wanted to, they could've crushed the entire academy. But they had only targeted the teacher dorms and the back mountain. Clearly, they didn't want to involve Han Feng and the students.

Flender stepped forward. "May I ask what business brings two esteemed Soul Douluo to our humble academy? "

"Hmph."

One of them snorted. Twin spirits appeared—an immense green vine and a starlit cauldron.

Flender, no amateur, instantly recognized them. It's Baibaoshan and Zhi Lin—the two deans of Heaven Dou Imperial Academy!

Why were they here?

Baibaoshan's old face twitched under the moonlight as he explained,

"We're here for Zhao Wuji. He bullied someone close to the crown prince. By royal order, we've come to deliver a lesson."

Flender and the others were stunned.

They knew the deans served the prince—but who was this close friend?

When did Zhao Wuji ever bully someone from the prince's circle? Could it be Ning Rongrong? But Zhao Wuji never even laid a hand on her!

"It's Han Feng," Zhi Lin said flatly.

"Huh!? "Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded.

Honestly, so were Baibaoshan and Zhi Lin.

When did the prince become besties with the son of a coliseum supervisor from Stan City? If he was so close, why didn't Han Feng go to Heaven Dou Academy? And what kind of closeness made the prince send two Soul Douluo to defend him?

Even the deans felt Zhao Wuji was getting the short end here.

Truthfully, Zhao Wuji hadn't treated Han Feng that badly. A few punches, sure, but that was it! Still, when the prince heard, his expression turned murderous.

"Ahem... Don't worry. His Highness only asked us to teach Zhao Wuji a lesson. We won't actually harm him," Baibaoshan said, coughing awkwardly.

Hearing that, Flender and the others… backed off—what else could they do?

The two Soul Douluo were a control and defense pair—clearly not out to kill. There's no point trying to gang up.

Even if they wanted to fight, could they break through the Heaven Star Furnace's defense?

Zhao Wuji, now looking like a man going to his execution, turned to Zhi Lin and said, "Please... Show me mercy."

And so began the most one-sided beatdown of Zhao Wuji's life. Though Zhi Lin specialized in control, the level gap was massive. Zhao Wuji was relentlessly thrashed by the Skyblue Vine, his whole body covered in welts and bruises—painful to watch.

Still, Baibaoshan hadn't lied. Zhi Lin only inflicted external wounds and even helped Zhao Wuji with some hidden internal injuries. Flender and the others stopped worrying—Shaoxin's candy beans would fix him up.

After a full half-hour of beating, Zhi Lin finally stopped. Baibaoshan, seeing Zhao Wuji's miserable state, dropped his cold demeanor and awkwardly said,

"Principal Flender, we'll take our leave. If you ever need anything, you're welcome at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy."

Making friends with two Soul Douluo was a win in Flender's book. Beaming, he practically skipped to see them off, thinking, maybe more people should beat up Zhao Wuji like this.

Just after the two left, and Zhao Wuji had swallowed a few healing beans—

From the back mountain came a deafening shout:

"Zhao Wuji! Get over here! "

This time...

It was a Titled Douluo's aura.

"Holy sh*t! "

Zhao Wuji trembled all over—nearly fainting.

Flender and the others: "..."