456. Hobby

"Eh?"

Xiao Wu finally tore her eyes away from the flat device and raised her head to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

She wasn’t overly excited, just a little curious about how Zhu Zhuqing achieved this setup.

"Hmph! You got my clothes dirty," Ning Rongrong said, patting her outfit while giving Tang San and the others a sidelong glance.

They were making such a fuss, but her Holy Son brother’s spirit rings were far more impressive than this.

That said, Ning Rongrong's eyes were still fixed on Zhu Zhuqing’s ultra-high-level spirit ring configuration.


Was this a privilege reserved for those close to her Holy Son brother?

Could this young yet fearsome girl be connected to him?

"Am I not a monster myself?" Zhu Zhuqing asked calmly, retracting her martial spirit.

"You are, you are! Compared to them, you’re a real monster!" Li Yusong exclaimed, overjoyed.

This time, Shrek Academy had truly struck gold. Without hesitation, Li Yusong waived Zhu Zhuqing’s bone age test and hurriedly instructed:
"Dai Mubai, quickly, take them inside!"

"Understood, teacher."

Dai Mubai suppressed his excitement, nodded seriously, and maintained an upright demeanor like a proper gentleman.
"Let’s go," he said coolly, leading the way.

Zhu Zhuqing followed with measured grace, her face calm.

However, Tang San couldn’t take his eyes off her, his gaze filled with curiosity.

He couldn’t help but ask:
"How did you achieve this?"

"No comment," Zhu Zhuqing replied indifferently, walking past him without a glance.

Tang San opened his mouth but was left speechless. Realizing it must be her secret, he decided not to press further. Instead, he turned to Xiao Wu.

Seeing the tears glistening in her ruby eyes, Tang San felt a pang of guilt.
Resolutely, he promised, "Xiao Wu, I’ll work hard to grow stronger and protect you!"

"Ugh, protect yourself first," Xiao Wu muttered, blushing as she rubbed her eyes and quickly followed Zhu Zhuqing.

"Xiao Wu…" Tang San reached out but caught only air. His hand slowly clenched into a fist as he whispered to himself,
"Xiao Wu, just watch! I’ll prove myself, and no one will ever mock me again!"

He glanced briefly at Ning Rongrong’s retreating figure and hurried to catch up with the group.

Crossing the broken gate, they reached the second checkpoint. Dai Mubai’s face darkened as he spotted the man with the beard ahead.

"Xiao Ao! You scoundrel, selling stuff again? Do you need a lesson?"

Before he finished speaking, Dai Mubai strode forward and grabbed the sleazy bearded man, tucking him under his arm.

"Ah! Boss Dai, spare me!" Oscar squeaked, his lazy peach blossom eyes rolling back slightly as he struggled for breath.

"You said you’re not short on money!"

"I’m not short on money! Selling is just a hobby of mine!"

"Your hobby, my foot!"

"Help! Murder!"

"Shut up! Keep your sausages to yourself!"

"Ah—!"

"…"

Xiao Wu and the others stood frozen, unsure what crime this sausage seller had committed to warrant such treatment.

"Xiao Ao!" Dai Mubai barked, catching their puzzled looks. "Demonstrate your sausage-making process for them!"

At that, Oscar’s face turned awkward.
"Boss Dai, isn’t that unnecessary?"

"Don’t make me force you!"

"Fine, fine, I’ll do it!"

Reluctantly, Oscar raised his left hand, his peach blossom eyes glinting with mischief, and chanted in his peculiar way,
"I’ve got a big sausage~"

"…"

The upright Tang San’s mind instantly spiraled, and he nearly blacked out.

"How vulgar," Xiao Wu muttered, her face full of disdain, while even Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her brows.

Clang!

"Huh?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Wu looked down at the large wooden stick that had fallen to the ground and turned to Ning Rongrong in confusion.
"Why are you carrying a stick like that?"

"Of course, it’s for self-defense! If anyone dares get close to me, I’ll… I’ll castrate them all!"

Ning Rongrong waved the wooden stick in her hand, huffing angrily.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu couldn’t help but laugh sweetly.
"Hehe, I have a nail clipper here. Want to borrow it?"

"Wouldn’t that be too cruel?" Ning Rongrong lowered the wooden stick.

"How could it be? Letting them go too quickly would be too merciful to those scoundrels," Xiao Wu said, pulling out a nail clipper and snapping it in the air.

"..." Zhu Zhuqing glanced at the nail clipper, feeling a bit awkward, while Tang San shivered uncomfortably.

"Eh? Isn’t this going too far?" Oscar stammered, trembling in fear as he looked at the two "demoness" before him.

"Ahem." Dai Mubai quickly stood upright, legs together, and waved Oscar off.
"You—just leave already."

"Thank you, Boss Dai, for sparing me!" Oscar bowed in gratitude before scurrying away on all fours, vanishing in seconds.


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Spirit Hall.

On the mountaintop within the Angelic Hall of the Douluo Palace.

A majestic and divine voice echoed across the towering mountains.
"Eighth Spirit Ability: Comet Dawn!"

The towering six-winged angel form, standing dozens of meters tall, raised a golden sword high.
The sword’s tip emitted dazzling rays of light, gathering countless sword auras and holy flames into a massive meteor.

Like a comet with a blazing tail, it tore through the sky!
Neighhh—!

In the space ahead, the cry of a horse reverberated.

Standing before Qian Renxue was a magnificent white steed.

Strangely, the horse bore a silver, spiraling horn on its head, its flowing mane ethereal like an immortal's.
Moreover, it had six pure white wings.

As the meteor approached, the horse stomped its hoof in the void, causing ripples to spread through the space.

In an instant, the six-winged horse split into six identical figures, each raising its front hooves.
The rippling vibrations spread outward, causing the massive destructive comet to collapse.

"Impressive. As expected of my master’s successor. Don’t hold back now," came a majestic voice.

"Of course, I won’t."

Qian Renxue’s golden hair danced in the air as she exchanged blows with the horse.

She raised her holy sword once more and smirked.
"If you lose, don’t hold a grudge!"

As her words fell, the eighth spirit ring under her feet glowed again.
"Golden Flame Strike!"

In an instant, the entire sky seemed to ignite with golden flames.
Countless golden holy swords condensed in the air, then shot rapidly toward the six-winged horse.

"Comet Dawn! Fusion Spirit Ability: Golden Flame Meteor Shower!"

As Qian Renxue shouted, the golden swords collapsed into a single sphere, transforming into a meteor shower with blazing trails, covering the sky.

"That’s not enough," the six-winged horse replied.

It stomped through the air again, unleashing invisible ripples that began to dismantle the meteor shower once more.

"Explode!"

A sly smile appeared on Qian Renxue’s lips.

Boom!

The meteor exploded, and the fragmented golden swords rained down like a torrential downpour, enveloping the horse and crashing into the mountainside.

The cliffs crumbled, and as the dust settled, the six-winged horse lay in a deep pit, its body battered.

Crimson blood, faintly shimmering with gold, filled the pit.

"The horse?" Qian Renxue immediately dismissed her spirit form and leapt downward.

"Do not worry," a grand voice resonated in the world.

The golden specks within the blood floated up, forming the elegant figure of the Angel God.

"Ancestor!"

Qian Renxue landed on the ground and bowed slightly.

"Indeed." The Angel God looked at Qian Renxue with satisfaction.

"Not bad. You defeated the Holy Light Pegasus, a spirit beast with 280,000 years of cultivation, at just level 90.

"You’ve passed the sixth trial."

"Thank you for your praise, Ancestor."

Though delighted, Qian Renxue still showed a hint of concern in her eyes.
"Ancestor, is the horse… alright?"

"It’s fine. That’s my mount from when I roamed the mortal world. Its kind has long been extinct."

The Angel God sighed, lifting her jade-like foot and stepping lightly on the horse's long face.

"Stop playing dead, Little Light."