Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Noticing the changes in the women, Sikong Zheng quickly lowered his profile. After all, being too special and high-profile would only lead to being gradually shunned. Sikong Zheng suppressed the aura he had when he entered battle and said gently:

"Ahem, ladies, don't be so formal. I'm just an ordinary person. Please call me Sikong Zheng, or you can call me little brother. I'm so happy to have all of you beautiful ladies here!"

"Pfft, hahaha, the little brother is so cute."

"Hehe, okay then, you'll be our little brother."

The women, sensing Sikong Zheng's sincerity, immediately stopped being distant and rushed over, letting loose to rub his face and touch his legs, giggling and laughing. They happily groped Sikong Zheng, overjoyed to have such a powerful younger brother.

Our stinking protagonist, Sikong Zheng, put up a gentlemanly resistance, but what can he do when he can't resist? Alas, it's not that I don't want to resist, it's just that I can't resist! He can only get drunk in Wenren Village.

Sikong Zheng broke free from his restraints and looked earnestly at Yao Zi, saying:

"Can I join the team now?"

Yao Zi abandoned her aloofness, puffed out her forehead, and swayed her devilish figure forward. Sensing that Sikong Zheng wasn't putting on any airs, she smiled and nodded.

"Well, with your skills, let alone joining a team, even the captaincy could be yours if you wanted it."

What use is the captain's position to me? I'd rather have you, Sikong Zheng thought to himself.

Sikong Zheng shook his head:

"Haha, no need, I don't want to be the team leader, Sister Yao should take care of it!"

Upon hearing Sikong Zheng's address to her, Yao Zi immediately felt much closer to him and her goodwill towards him increased. Her icy expression melted, and she nodded with a smile.

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At night, in a private room at the Botanical Garden, a figure stands on the balcony, gazing at the deep night sky.

Whew, Sikong Zheng shook his head. The Plant Academy is settled. Here I come, Slaughter City.

Meanwhile, in Nottingham City... Shrek...

At the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, Tang San followed behind Yu Xiaogang, addressing him respectfully as "Teacher."

Sikong Zheng was the first to graduate from Shrek Academy.

Flander was exasperated with Dai Mubai's lack of ambition, dragged him back, gave the lazy Ma Hongjun a lecture, and delivered a righteous beating to Oscar, who was obsessed with hooking up with rich women.

This angered the stubborn trio, who cried out in despair, "Sikong Zheng has ruined us!"

"Achoo, achoo, achoo," Sikong Zheng sneezed three times in a row, frowning and rubbing his nose. Strange, is someone talking bad about me? I don't think I've offended anyone recently, have I?

Sikong Zheng shook his head wearily. "Never mind, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Unfortunately, our protagonist, Sikong Zheng, will never know this.

The College of Botany, early morning.

Sikong Zheng slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and ended his wood transformation training for the day. Since he created wood transformation, he had been practicing it for a period of time almost every morning. This not only honed his body and skin but also helped enhance his control over wood-based techniques. It was a win-win situation.

In the original novel, Tang San cultivated the Purple Demon Eye every day, which is why he later developed extremely strong eyesight and observation skills far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Although Sikong Zheng doesn't possess the Purple Demon Eye, this good habit is still worth learning.

Hmm, I should ask for leave. I've only been in the academy for a short time, and I already have to leave temporarily, hahaha.

I am determined to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain in the City of Slaughter; a domain skill is still quite rare.

In the City of Slaughter, the main purpose is to hone one's killing intent. Don't underestimate the intimidating power of that aura; sometimes, mere presence can weaken an enemy's fighting spirit, and an enemy who has lost their will to fight is like sheep waiting to be slaughtered. The God of Slaughter Domain also allows one to better unleash their full power—simple and effective.

Whew, Sikong Zheng looked at the botanical academy in the early morning, which was filled with a natural and comfortable atmosphere. Perhaps it was related to his martial spirit, but he had an inexplicable affinity for plants.

Sikong Zheng planned to ask the middle-aged director from when he first enrolled for leave, requesting a four-year leave. Of course, it might not take that long to go to the City of Slaughter, but just in case.

Anyway, he will definitely return before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament, and he won't miss this excitement.

Just as Sikong Zheng was groaning and wandering towards the office building, he suddenly heard a heated argument coming from next to a big tree.

Curious about the commotion so early in the morning, Sikong Zheng slipped over and saw a man and a woman arguing fiercely. "Huh, is that the female general?" he thought, recalling the beautiful woman somewhat. The man arguing with her was about the same age, but with a repulsive appearance.

That's right, it was the same proud and spirited female general when Sikong Zheng first entered the class.

Her eyes were clear and bright, her eyebrows were curved and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Her small nose was slightly upturned, her face was as white as jade and as radiant as the morning sun. Her thin lips were as delicate and dewy as rose petals.

With rosy lips and pearly teeth, cherry-like mouth, and skin so delicate it seemed to break at a touch, her fair skin tinged with a playful rosy hue, her long hair was lightly tied back with a white ribbon, cascading down to her pert buttocks.

As the wind blew, her long hair patted her hips gently, making a soft sound that was captivating and made one marvel at the wonders of the Creator.

Unfortunately, her headband seemed a bit worn and didn't do justice to her stunning beauty.

They were still arguing at this point.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Hehe, what do you think?" the lewd man said with a smirk.

The female general trembled with rage at the lewd man's disgusting gaze, lacking the courage to resist yet feeling utterly helpless.

Unfortunately, her trembling voice betrayed her stubborn gaze, revealing that her inner self was far less composed than she appeared.

The female general remained silent, her head bowed, seemingly in despair, yet also in relief. Her delicate hands clenched quietly, then, as if remembering something, slowly loosened, hanging limply, as if bowing to fate.

But Sikong Zheng noticed a hint of tears in the female general's eyes.

The female general kept her head down and remained silent.

The lewd man chuckled softly and slowly approached.

The female general was shocked and furious, and stopped speaking.

Sikong Zheng immediately felt bored. He had no time to waste here. With a poker face, he put his hands in his pockets and turned away indifferently.

"Tch, so the female general owes money. That has nothing to do with me. I don't like meddling in other people's business anyway. It's none of my business... It's none of my business, my ass! Damn it, I can tolerate this, I can tolerate this, my ass!"

Sikong Zheng immediately cursed, "I'm going to take care of this today!"

She turned around angrily, using the momentum to fly up and kick the lewd man in the face.

Boom! The lewd man was hit hard in the face, and a long stream of saliva immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth. He was sent flying backward, sliding nearly ten meters along the grass until he crashed into a big tree and came to a stop.

"Ah!" the female general exclaimed, seemingly startled by the situation before her. Then, as if realizing something, she hugged herself in a state of shock and embarrassment, seeking a sense of security.

Hearing the scream, Sikong Zheng glanced at him but ignored him, continuing to stare at the lewd man who had already gotten up.

The lewd-looking man covered his head with one hand, shook his dizzy head, and said fiercely to Sikong Zheng:

"Who are you? How dare you interrupt my good time?"

Sikong Zheng gave a cold laugh and said:

"Ha, what do you care who I am? I'll care anyway."

The lewd man spat out a mouthful of blood, and upon hearing Sikong Zheng's arrogant tone, roared angrily:

"I think you're meddling in other people's business. This woman owes me money, and it's only right that she pays back her debts. What she does is her business, what's it to you?"

Sikong Zheng looked at the female general indifferently:

"Oh, really? How much do you owe?"

Before the female general could speak, the lewd man preemptively said:

"Heh, you owe me a total of 400,000 gold soul coins. Can you even pay it back, kid?"

Upon hearing the price of 400,000 gold soul coins, the female general opened her mouth, bit her red lips, wiped away her tears, and did not refute.

Sikong Zheng frowned. How could he owe so much? Sigh, he's going to have to spend money again.

Sikong Zheng sighed helplessly, then said coldly:

"Fine, I'll pay her off for her. There's 400,000 in this card; you can withdraw it at any Soul Arena. There's no password. Don't let me see you again. Get lost."

Sikong Zheng flicked his sleeve and threw out a card, which he then placed diagonally in front of the lewd man.

The sleazy man looked at the symbol for the Soul Arena on the card, picked it up, and said with a hint of disbelief:

"Fine, I'll believe you for now. But if you're lying to me, I'll come back for you, hmph."

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. The Sikong Zheng in front of him was clearly stronger than him, so the lewd man left angrily.