MM Racing Chapter 62 Are you scared now?
Chapter 62 Are you scared now?
Before the two could retort, he said, word by word, "You two really like to cause trouble, don't you? You think might makes right, right?"
Let me tell you the truth: Dean Shi Nian of Canghui Academy is a level 72 Soul Saint with the Martial Soul "Remnant Dream," an extremely strange and powerful mental-type Martial Soul that can kill without leaving a trace. More importantly, this person is vindictive, narrow-minded, and has no bottom line in his actions. He never hesitates to bully the weak and never shows mercy to juniors.
Yan Zu's words were like a bucket of cold water, sending a chill down the spine of the tipsy Ma Hongjun, and even causing Dai Mubai's expression to change slightly. A Soul Saint! And a strange mental one at that! This was a completely different concept from the low-level Soul Masters they usually bullied.
"Today, you took advantage of Professor Zhao's presence to humiliate his college and injure his students. Given Shi Nian's personality, he will remember this debt."
Yan Zu's voice echoed in the quiet hall, "I hope you're lucky enough to never encounter him alone. Otherwise—the words 'Canghui Academy' might be the last thing you ever hear in your lives."
After speaking, Yan Zu ignored Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's alternating pale and flushed faces, and also disregarded Zhao Wuji's thoughtful gaze. He turned and walked straight upstairs. Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others immediately followed.
As soon as Yan Zu turned and went upstairs, his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, an eerie silence fell over the lobby.
Ma Hongjun sobered up considerably in an instant, the flush on his face faded, and he was replaced by a sense of panic.
He grabbed Zhao Wuji's arm, his voice trembling, "Teacher Zhao... Teacher Zhao..." His voice trembled almost imperceptibly as he asked with a last glimmer of hope, "That kid... what Yan Zu said... was he just trying to scare us? Was it really that strange back then?"
At this moment, the drunkenness on Zhao Wuji's face completely dissipated, and his rough expression subsided, replaced by an unusual solemnity. He slammed down the wine jar in his hand, the bottom of the jar hitting the ground with a dull thud that made everyone's eardrums vibrate: "He wasn't trying to scare you."
These words struck Ma Hongjun like a hammer blow, making his plump body sway. Dai Mubai's pupils also contracted sharply, a hint of disbelief flashing in his wicked eyes, but more so a sense of shock at having his arrogance shattered by reality.
Zhao Wuji picked up a peanut from the table and crushed it with his fingers, as if crushing some unrealistic fantasy: "Shi Nian, a level 72 Soul Saint, with the Martial Soul Remnant Dream. This name is not a secret among the instructors of many Soul Master academies, but everyone keeps it a closely guarded secret. His Martial Soul is extremely strange, adept at creating illusions, and its attack methods are unpredictable, truly capable of killing without leaving a trace."
He raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the terrified Ma Hongjun and the seemingly composed Dai Mubai: "As for being vindictive and having no bottom line... Hmph, the rumors aren't unfounded. In fact, it's not just that!"
In recent years, several incidents have occurred in neighboring kingdoms and duchies where talented students from other academies mysteriously died "accidentally" while training in the wild. Subsequent investigations have all pointed to Canghui Academy and Shi Nian, but no direct evidence has been found. The Spirit Hall, lacking concrete evidence, is also unable to intervene.
Zhao Wuji paused, his tone becoming even sterner: "Look what you've done today! You publicly humiliated Canghui Academy and even injured one of its students. Knowing that old codger Shi Nian's narrow-mindedness, he'll definitely remember this. He won't openly cause trouble at Shrek Academy, but you two…"
He pointed at Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun: "Especially you, Mubai, your Evil-Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul is too conspicuous. And you, Hongjun, your Evil Fire Phoenix is the same. Once you're alone and he spots you, in the wilderness or some small town alley, an 'accident' could happen at any time. At that point, even if it were me, or even if that old bastard Flander were there, he might not be able to protect you in time!"
Ma Hongjun's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his face drained of color: "What...what do we do? Will he really come looking for trouble?"
Dai Mubai's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face turning ashen, his former arrogance completely gone. He wasn't afraid of fighting among his peers, but facing a Soul Saint like Shi Nian who had no bottom line, he didn't even have the confidence to resist—spiritual soul skills were impossible to defend against, and he might fall into an illusion while he was sleeping one day.
"What are we going to do?" Zhao Wuji glared at them, his tone reprimanding. "What else can we do? After this Soul Hunt, get back to the academy and stay there obediently! You are not allowed to step out of the academy until you break through to the Soul Master level!"
He looked at Tang San and added, "You too, stop thinking about underhanded tricks and focus on mastering your survival skills first. If you really run into trouble, your hidden weapons might not be of any use."
Tang San's expression changed slightly, but he didn't refute it; he simply lowered his head silently. For the first time, he truly felt how pale his methods were in the face of absolute strength and a strange martial soul.
"And you, Fatty," Zhao Wuji pointed at Ma Hongjun, "give up drinking from now on! If you dare cause trouble again while drunk, I'll break your legs!"
Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a single complaint. Cold sweat streamed down his face, soaking the back of his clothes.
Zhao Wuji sighed inwardly as he looked at the two of them in a panic.
It's fine for young people to be competitive, but Shrek's philosophy that "those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre" is ultimately too extreme.
Today's incident served as a wake-up call for them, and it also made him appreciate Yan Zu more—he was young, yet his mind was so clear, he knew how to weigh the pros and cons, and he even dared to refute wrong ideas to their faces. His composure and courage were stronger than those of Dai Mubai and Tang San.
Upstairs, Xiao Wu leaned against the window, watching Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's dejected appearance below, and couldn't help but say, "They're scared now? Why didn't they do this sooner?"
Ning Rongrong sat at the table, toying with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, her tone tinged with lingering fear: "I never imagined the Dean of Canghui Academy was so terrifying. Luckily, Ancestor, you knew all this, otherwise we would have all been implicated by them."
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the door, her cold and beautiful face expressionless, but she nodded slightly: "Yan Zu is right, bullying the weak will only bring trouble upon oneself."
Yan Zu shook his head, sat on the edge of the bed, and remained silent for a long time.
Ning Rongrong whispered, "Actually... I think you're right. My father said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School got to where it is today not by bullying the weak, but by distinguishing right from wrong and building good relationships."
Zhu Zhuqing rarely spoke up: "The Star Luo royal family believes in the survival of the fittest, but that's the internal law of the royal family. Making too many enemies is foolish."
Oscar scratched his head: "I...I just feel that the fat guy really did something wrong."
Looking at his companions, Yan Zu felt a surge of warmth in his heart. At least, not everyone shared Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji's ideals.
"Thank you," he said softly, "but I may have to leave Shrek."
"What?!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, "Why?"
"Our philosophies clash," Yan Zu said calmly. "I cannot agree with Shrek's educational methods. What happened today is just the beginning. If I continue to stay here, more similar things will happen in the future. I don't want to become the kind of person who bullies the weak, nor do I want to associate with such people."
Silence filled the room.
After a long while, Ning Rongrong whispered, "Then...where will we go after we leave? Back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? I can tell Daddy..."
Yan Zu shook his head: "No, I want to go my own way. But not now, at least until Oscar gets his spirit ring and we safely return him to the academy."
His voice was calm, but his eyes were unusually firm.
That night, Yan Zu barely slept a wink. He recalled everything that had happened since arriving in Douluo Continent, his interactions with the Shrek Academy students, Flander's teaching philosophy, and everything that had occurred that day.
Shrek Academy has its merits—it can indeed inspire trainees' potential and cultivate practical skills. But it also has a fatal flaw—it doesn't teach people how to be good people, how to take responsibility, or how to respect others.
Such an academy can produce ruthless and decisive powerhouses, but it cannot cultivate soul masters who are kind-hearted and uphold morality. Yan Zu, however, aspires to be the latter.
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(PS: Next up is helping Oscar hunt for souls. Can anyone guess what soul skill I designed for him?)