Douluo Continent: Azure Dragon Slays Evil, Qilin Suppresses the World

Back at Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai and the others were in a bad mood. Not only did they fail to get the 100,000 gold coins, but they were also completely humiliated by being defeated by seven opponents.

Ma Hongjun muttered, "What kind of monster is that kid? A mere third-level ring cultivator? Never even heard of him."

Oscar sighed.

"Ten thousand gold soul coins, gone just like that. I was going to use that money to improve my meals."

Dai Mubai propped his chin up without speaking, his right hand still wrapped in bandages. The power of that punch still made his heart pound when he thought about it.

Zhu Zhuqing went straight back to her room, closed the door, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and her mind was a mess.

She kept thinking back on today's match.

Why is there such a big difference between Dai Mubai and Meng Zhang, who are both at level 37?

Dai Mubai is an offensive type, with the White Tiger martial soul and two yellow and one purple soul rings, the best configuration.

But in front of that person, they were as fragile as paper.

She recalled a phrase that stuck with her when Xuan Qing berated Yu Xiaogang: "plagiarizing martial spirit theories."

Could it be that Yu Xiaogang's theory of martial spirits was plagiarized?

So, was their training during this period actually effective?

A thought suddenly popped into Zhu Zhuqing's mind.

Could that Divine Lord Mengzhang help her become stronger? She needs power, she needs to become strong enough to control her own destiny.

It can only be said that Zhu Zhuqing at this time, although she was big-breasted and brainless, was not the same as the "hanging-on" Zhu Zhuqing in the later part of the original work.

Xiao Wu waited at the academy gate for Tang San and the others to return, until late at night.

Finally, a few figures appeared in the distance, supporting each other and limping over. They were Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Zhao Wuji.

The four of them were in a terrible state.

Yu Xiaogang had a bruised and swollen face, his eyes were squinted, and he had difficulty seeing.

Tang San's head was covered in bumps, swollen like a Buddha.

Flander's glasses were broken, and his clothes were torn to shreds.

Zhao Wuji was the strongest, but he also took the most beatings and was covered in injuries.

Xiao Wu rushed over: "Third Brother, are you alright? What happened?"

Tang San gritted his teeth and shook his head, remaining silent.

He lost face big time today. He was hit on the head with bricks, kicked into a crowd, and then surrounded and kicked by a bunch of people.

Yu Xiaogang said hoarsely, "No one is allowed to tell anyone what happened today! Do you hear me?"

His voice was muffled because his front teeth had been kicked out by some kind person, and now he spoke with a slight lisp.

Xiao Wu muttered something under her breath when she heard this.

"Looks like we don't even need to spread the word, the whole of Soto knows!"

Flanders sighed.

"Alright, Xiaowu, let's stop talking and go find Shao Xin to heal our wounds."

When the group arrived at Shao Xin's room, he was startled by the sight of the four of them.

"What happened to you guys? You're surrounded by soul beasts?"

Zhao Wuji plopped down, wincing in pain.

"Don't even mention it, hurry up and make some candy, it hurts like hell."

Shao Xin quickly took out some candy and gave a few to each person. The candy melted in their mouths, turning into a warm current that healed their injuries.

Zhao Wuji glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang.

He was the most wronged to receive this beating today. He and Yu Xiaogang weren't close; they were just colleagues.

This whole mess was started by Yu Xiaogang, who got provoked by a kid and then said something reckless, which angered everyone.

If it weren't for him and Flander, Yu Xiaogang would have been torn apart long ago.

"Watch your mouth next time. If it weren't for me and Flander, you would have been skinned alive by those people today."

These words were enough to break off all pretense of civility. Flander still wanted to protect Yu Xiaogang, but Zhao Wuji didn't give him the chance at all.

"Next time something like this happens, you handle it yourself and don't drag me into it. I don't want to get myself involved in something like this."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned ashen, but he dared not refute.

Tang San silently ate the candy, his eyes gloomy. Today was the most humiliating day of his two lives.

That Divine Lord Meng Zhang… He remembered him, and one day he would make him pay the price.

Meanwhile, Xuan Qing was still fast asleep, and he slept for three whole days without stopping.

Ning Fengzhi and his group of four came more than ten times, but each time they were stopped at the door by Zi Ji.

The reason given was the same: the young master was still asleep and refused to see guests.

When they came for the eleventh time, Ning Fengzhi became a little anxious. He suspected that Xuan Qing was deliberately avoiding them and did not want to see them.

Zi Ji was so annoyed that she took out the hideous Nuo mask from Xuan Qing's ring and threw it at them.

"Did you see that? For the past year and ten months, all those things were done by the young master: hanging the city lord, exposing the evidence, and taking back the embezzled money."

"If you think the young master is deliberately avoiding you, then I have nothing to say, but he is indeed sleeping."

After Zi Ji finished speaking, she turned around, went back to her room, and closed the door, leaving the others looking at the Nuo mask in their hands, exchanging bewildered glances.

Ning Fengzhi picked up the Nuo mask and examined it closely. The mask was ferocious, with a blue face and fangs, but the workmanship was very rough.

He recalled a rumor that had circulated for over a year: a mysterious man who specialized in killing corrupt officials and local bullies, hanging them by the door with evidence strapped to his body.

If the person is corrupt, they take 10% of the money as a reward, and return the rest in full. The method is clean and efficient, leaving no survivors.

So it was him who did it?

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and said to Xue Qinghe, "Qinghe, when you get back, clean up your subordinates first. Get rid of all the unclean ones."

Gu Rong also said, "Although this kid is young, he is really ruthless. I really can't connect that monster who kills people and leaves evidence with a child."

Xue Qinghe is now in a real bind.

Whether he is the Crown Prince of Tiandou or the Young Master of the Spirit Hall, his subordinates must be clean.

Otherwise, Xuan Qing might have killed her first.

Over the past year, the number of slaves at the Tiandou Auction House has decreased by half, and the reason is now clear.

The Spirit Hall is cleaning up the Fallen Ones, but there's not much information about it.

However, any nobles, city lords, or military generals with titles in Tiandou would be mourned at the city gate if they were discovered.

If it was embezzlement, take 10% of the money as a reward, and return the rest.

They included members of the Spirit Hall, the two great empires, and the three upper sects. Anyone who had committed a crime but had not been punished was treated equally, regardless of their status.

Dozens of nobles have already been hanged, and the evidence is conclusive.

Qian Renxue shivered.

Fortunately, Xuan Qing didn't encounter the Spirit Hall's titled Douluo embezzling funds.

Even if he can't beat her, Demon Dragon Douluo will step in. In the entire Spirit Hall, there are no more than three people who can reliably defeat Zi Ji.

Those who survive are no more than a handful.

"Teacher, when you get back, investigate this thoroughly. At least turn all those slaves into official servants. It's better to spend more money than to wait for him to come knocking on our door. This guy is completely unscrupulous and could very well do something like this."

Ning Rongrong had been listening quietly, but then couldn't help asking, "Dad, what are you talking about? What about the city lord being hanged? What evidence?"

Xue Qinghe took out a stack of intelligence files from his storage ring and handed them to Ning Rongrong. "Take a look for yourself. These are files from the past year or so, about that mysterious person."

Ning Rongrong took it and started looking through it.

The more he looked, the paler his face became, and his hands trembled. The document contained records of dozens of major cases, each one shocking.

The city lord colluded with the auction house to buy and sell slaves and was hanged at the city gate.

Nobles seized farmland from the people, and their property was distributed among them. Generals withheld military pay, and all the money was returned.

The methods were ruthless, but... they were very satisfying.

Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked in the direction of Xuan Qing's room, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

That boy, who looked about her age, had done so much—killed so many people, and saved so many people.

What kind of person is he exactly?