Douluo Continent: The insane cultivation speed left Tang San speechless.

Xiao Wu tilted her head and asked innocently, "What's the point of saying your name? You can't beat Brother Chen anyway."

Tang San added, "Yeah, if anyone bullies us, Brother Chen will handle it himself. Why would we need to mention your name?"

Dai Mubai's face flushed red.

The redness started at the base of his neck and went all the way to the tips of his ears.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but found that he really couldn't refute it.

They're level 59, he's level 37. They can take on three of him by themselves. Mention his name? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

"...He's gone."

Dai Mubai flicked his sleeves, put his arm around two beautiful women, and strode out of the hotel, disappearing around the corner without looking back.

That figure from behind looked rather pathetic.

Xiao Wu chuckled, "This Dai Mubai is quite interesting."

Tang San shook his head and chuckled: "It's just that I'm a bit... overconfident."

Su Chen didn't say anything, but turned to the manager and said, "Get a room."

The manager nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes! This way, please, gentlemen!"

He personally led the three upstairs and opened the two best rooms.

Xiao Wu pushed open the door to the first room, peeked inside, and froze.

"Why is there only one bed?"

She turned to ask the manager.

The manager smiled apologetically: "This...this is a double room for couples, there's only one bed to begin with."

Xiao Wu blushed slightly and looked at Su Chen.

Su Chen said calmly, "You can sleep in this room. Go to sleep."

"No, no!" Xiao Wu grabbed his sleeve. "Brother Chen, you should sleep."

"Need not."

"Yes, yes! You work harder than me, you should sleep in the big bed!"

"You've been saying you're tired the whole way, go to sleep."

"I'm not tired! I'm really not tired!"

The two went back and forth politely, one saying "You sleep," the other saying "You sleep," neither willing to give in.

Tang San stood in the corridor, looked at Su Chen, then at Xiao Wu, and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he silently walked outside.

"I'll sleep in the hallway," he said.

Xiao Wu called out to him, "Tang San! There are rooms available. The three of us can squeeze in."

Tang San walked forward without looking back, his tone conveying a sense of "I understand": "No need, you guys go to sleep. I'll just meditate and cultivate in the corridor."

Xiao Wu wanted to say something, but Su Chen shook his head: "Let him be."

Tang San's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Xiao Wu pouted, then grinned and pulled Su Chen into the room: "Brother Chen, let's sleep in the same room!"

The room was large and luxuriously decorated.

In the very center was a huge round bed covered with rose-red sheets, and above the headboard hung an oil painting—a painting of a sea of ​​roses.

Xiao Wu jumped onto the bed and rolled around on it: "Wow, so soft!"

Su Chen closed the door, walked to the bedside, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Xiao Wu rolled around twice, then rolled to Su Chen's side, turning to look at him: "Brother Chen, what do you think... going to Shrek Academy tomorrow will be like?"

You'll find out when you get there.

"Hmm..." Xiao Wu was silent for a moment, then said, "Brother Chen, I..."

"Um?"

"It's nothing. Goodnight."

Xiao Wu buried her face in the blanket, her lips curving upwards, and her ears turning slightly red.

Just as Su Chen crawled into bed, he suddenly felt Xiao Wu's body move down, and her waistband inexplicably loosened.

In the corridor, Tang San sat against the wall, cultivating with his eyes closed.

But a slight smile played on his lips.

He recalled the way Xiao Wu looked at Su Chen, the tacit understanding between the two when they were being considerate of each other, and Xiao Wu's dependence on and closeness to Su Chen over the years.

"Never mind." Tang San opened his eyes and looked at the sunset at the end of the corridor. "As long as they're happy."

"I must train hard and try my best not to fall too far behind Brother Chen!"

He closed his eyes again, and the Mysterious Heaven Technique slowly circulated within his body.

The corridor was quiet.

It's quiet enough for cultivation.

The next day,

The streets of Soto are much busier than those of Nottingham.

The midday sun shines on the bluestone road, lined with shops on both sides. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, bargaining, and children playing blend together to create a vibrant scene of everyday life.

Su Chen walked ahead, with Xiao Wu linking his arm and chattering incessantly.

Tang San followed behind, his eyes constantly scanning the shops on both sides, like a hunting dog searching for its prey.

The three of them walked along the main street for a while. Xiao Wu, annoyed by the crowds on the main street, pulled Su Chen into a quiet alley, wanting to take a shortcut to the fabric shop at the other end.

The alley was narrow, with corners of walls piled with miscellaneous items on both sides, preventing sunlight from shining in and making it seem somewhat gloomy.

Xiao Wu took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

"Brother Chen, there seems to be some movement ahead."

Su Chen also heard it—the sounds of fighting, and a woman's muffled groans.

The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace to move forward.

Deep in the alley, a girl dressed in a black tight leather outfit is being attacked by five or six men in black.

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, but her figure was already extremely voluptuous. The black leather jacket tightly hugged her shapely body, outlining her stunning curves.

Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, her face was cold and beautiful, and her amber cat-like eyes revealed stubbornness and indomitable spirit.

She was covered in wounds, blood soaking the cuffs and sides of her leather jacket, yet her movements remained agile. Her martial spirit had already possessed her—the Netherworld Cat, her arms transformed into sharp cat claws, and a long, slender cat tail trailed behind her.

Two yellow spirit rings surrounded her.

Second-level Soul Master.

But her opponent was stronger.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, dressed in black, with a black cat pattern embroidered on his chest.

His soul power fluctuations far surpassed those of the girl—four soul rings, two yellow and two purple, at least level 43, Soul Master.

Five men in black formed a circle, blocking all of the girl's escape routes.

"Zhu Zhuqing, the young lady said you shouldn't have run away." The middle-aged man at the head of the group sneered and stepped forward slowly. "If you obediently come back with us, you'll suffer less. Running away like this will only make things more embarrassing for you."

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, her cat-like eyes burning with rage: "Zhu Zhuyun sent you to kill me, don't think I don't know! Saying she wanted to invite me back was just a ploy to ambush me on the way!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened: "Since you refuse to listen to reason and are now going to suffer the consequences, don't blame me for being impolite."

He waved his hand, "Go! Leave them alive!"

The five men in black attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of various soul techniques at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing dodged and swung her cat claws, barely managing to block a few attacks, but she also sustained several new wounds.

She groaned, knelt on one knee, and blood dripped from her arm.

The middle-aged man walked up to her, looked down at her, and raised his hand to grab her hair.

"It's not right for so many people to beat up a girl."

A calm voice came from the alley entrance.

The middle-aged man paused, then turned to look.

A black-haired boy walked from the alley entrance, his pace neither hurried nor slow, followed by a girl with a scorpion braid.

The boy had a handsome face, short black hair, and black eyes, and his expression was as calm as if he were taking a walk.

The girl was also beautiful, with a pair of long legs that were particularly eye-catching. She was holding the boy's arm and looking around curiously.

The middle-aged man sized the boy up and down, then sneered, "Little brat, mind your own business. Get lost!"

Su Chen did not move.

The middle-aged man's face darkened: "I'll say it again, get out! This is a private matter for the Zhu family, and it's none of your business as an outsider."

Su Chen remained motionless.

"court death!"

The middle-aged man lost his patience and slapped Su Chen with his palm.

This palm strike carried a surge of soul power, causing cracks to appear on the stone slabs of the ground.

But he only used 30% of his strength; 30% is enough to deal with a small child.

Su Chen raised his arm and effortlessly blocked the palm strike.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's palm slapped Su Chen's forearm as if he were hitting a metal plate.

His palms trembled and went numb. He took two steps back, his expression changing slightly.

"You...are you also a Soul Master?"

Su Chen didn't answer the question, but simply said, "Take your men and get out."

The middle-aged man's expression shifted between light and dark.

He re-examined the boy in front of him. He was young, dressed plainly, and showed no martial spirit or spirit rings.

But he used 30% of his strength in that palm strike just now; even a Soul Master of the same level wouldn't be able to withstand it so easily.

Unless, of course, the boy's strength surpasses his.

No, it's impossible.

How strong can a mere child be?

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and sneered, "Kid, I advise you to be sensible. This is an internal matter of the Zhu family, and you, an outsider, have no right to interfere. Hand over that girl, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

Su Chen shook his head: "I refuse."

The middle-aged man's patience was completely exhausted.

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"