"Teacher Zhao, don't worry. You don't need to say anything—trust me, I have a steady hand!"
Oscar grinned smugly as he spoke.
That nearly made Zhao Wuji explode with rage.
This kid! He really couldn't drink anymore!
Normal people use bowls or cups for water, but Oscar had brought an entire wooden bucket—one used for washing vegetables—filled to the brim! How was anyone supposed to finish that?
Seeing Zhao Wuji's plight, Dai Mubai suddenly felt his itching wasn't so bad anymore.
No one could endure being force-fed water like this!
Imagine the headline: Mighty Soul Saint dies from overhydration…
"Gulp, gulp, gulp…"
In no time, Oscar had poured the entire bucket of water into Zhao Wuji. Only then did he set the bucket down.
A mere 0.36 seconds later—
"Pffft!"
Before anyone could react, Zhao Wuji spewed the water out in a dramatic fountain.
He could handle downing jars of wine, but this water? He couldn't take it!
The sight left everyone around him twitching with suppressed laughter. Unconsciously, they turned their gazes to Oscar, filled with silent pity.
Once Zhao Wuji recovered, Oscar was doomed.
Roughly two minutes later, Zhao Wuji finally stopped coughing. Most of the water in his stomach was out.
Just as he was about to scold Oscar, Zhao Wuji paused, realizing something. The itching sensation wasn't as intense anymore. If he could clean himself up now, the poison would likely clear by tomorrow morning.
"It worked. That kid wasn't lying!" Zhao Wuji said seriously.
Today had been a complete disaster for him. A mighty Soul Saint, reduced to a stepping stone for a Soul King! He hadn't even had a chance to fight back—what terrifying strength!
"If it worked, that's good. Honestly, considering the honor of his family, it wouldn't make sense for him to lie," Flender murmured thoughtfully.
"Flender, do you know where that kid comes from?" Zhao Wuji asked, though he wasn't seeking revenge. He knew better than to pick a fight he couldn't win.
As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to retreat. Zhao Wuji wasn't stupid—he wouldn't walk willingly to his death.
He just wanted to know why he had lost so decisively.
"Oscar, fetch another bucket of hot water."
"Right away, Dean!"
Oscar was curious about the truth as well, but Flender clearly wanted him out of the way. Oscar had no choice but to comply.
Once Oscar was gone, Flender finally spoke.
"Old Zhao, when you fought that kid, didn't you notice his dragon transformation?"
"Dragon transformation?"
Zhao Wuji froze for a moment, then trembled as something clicked in his mind. His pupils contracted sharply.
Before Zhao Wuji could respond, Flender continued,
"His martial soul is one I know all too well."
"You all know me as the 'Flying Horn' of the Golden Iron Triangle. That kid's martial soul is the same as the one summoned by our tri-core fusion skill."
"The Golden Sacred Dragon!"
Everyone gulped audibly. A tri-core fusion skill summoning the Golden Sacred Dragon? Combined with the dragon transformation Flender had mentioned earlier, Li Si's identity became clear.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
Fortunately, Li Si wasn't aware of this misunderstanding. Otherwise, he would have laughed out loud.
Technically, he could be considered part of an Upper Three Sect, but he belonged to the world's strongest sect—Clear Sky Sect. He had no connection to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
His Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline had been transferred to him by Bibi Dong through a secret technique, originally taken from Yu Xiaogang. Combined with the legacy of the Water and Fire Dragon Kings, it had enabled him to achieve his current level of power.
If he had only relied on the thin Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline, even as a Title Douluo, he wouldn't have been able to wield it as a martial soul.
Initially, the bloodline's purpose was merely to enhance his physical strength and offset the burden of absorbing spirit rings for his second martial soul.
However, fate had its twists.
The Water and Fire Dragon Kings' legacy had fused with his Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline, elevating it to the divine level.
With just his bloodline, Li Si was destined to achieve a level no lower than a First-Class God.
After all, this was the inheritance of two peak First-Class Gods!
If Li Si could later absorb the bloodlines of other Dragon Kings, he might even surpass them, potentially defeating the Golden Dragon King with his bloodline alone.
But let's return to the story.
Everyone fell silent. Seeking revenge against a hidden prodigy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? They must have been tired of living!
For all they knew, a Contra-level powerhouse could be lying in wait outside, ready to eliminate them for making such a reckless move.
All eyes turned toward Zhao Wuji, making him feel an uncomfortable chill down his spine.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? I lost fair and square. I admit defeat!"
The group nodded, then shifted their gazes to Dai Mubai.
They were well aware of Dai Mubai's identity—it was higher than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's.
But so what?
He was nothing more than a discarded pawn. As long as he wasn't killed outright or humiliated on behalf of the Star Luo Empire, there was no way they would risk offending the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for him.
If the clan aligned with the Heaven Dou Empire, the Upper Three Sects would control two-thirds of the empire's strength. Even the powerful Star Luo Empire would be forced to think twice.
When the Upper Three Sects had been established, it was as if they had reached an unspoken agreement—one sect aligned with Star Luo, one with Heaven Dou, and one remained neutral. That balance was the key to their enduring supremacy.
As for Dai Mubai, he remained silent. What could he say?
How could he not feel hatred? How could he not want revenge? But he lacked the power to achieve it.
He couldn't defeat Li Si. His only chance would be to become the Crown Prince of Star Luo.
To do that, he had to defeat Davis. But if he could defeat Davis, why would he have fled Star Luo City to begin with?
It was a vicious cycle—a dead end. Revenge was impossible.
"Damn it!" Dai Mubai cursed inwardly.
At that moment, Oscar returned, carrying another bucket of hot water.
"Dean, the water's ready!"
"Good. You can help Mubai drink it."
Dai Mubai: "…"
Recalling Zhao Wuji's earlier ordeal, Dai Mubai would rather endure the itching than drink the water.
But in his weakened state, he couldn't even speak to protest. Before he could object, Oscar was already at his side with the bucket.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp…"
Time flew by, and soon it was the next morning.
Shrek Academy was unusually somber, devoid of its usual vitality.
After staying up all night, everyone had finally gone to sleep around dawn.
Even soul masters needed rest when exhausted.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the gates of Shrek Academy, a breeze rustling past…
(End of Chapter)