Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 73 Zhu Zhuqing’s Disappointment (3)

Of course, the so-called title, Phoenix, was given by Li Muyun himself.

Dai Mubai's pupils suddenly contracted, as if they were suddenly tightened by an invisible force, and his face instantly turned pale. He stared at the nine extremely gorgeous soul rings behind Li Muyun in disbelief, especially the red soul ring that was as deep as blood and exuded an ancient and terrifying aura. It was the realm he had always dreamed of but was out of reach - the symbol of the Titled Douluo.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to stop at this moment. Dai Mubai's body trembled slightly. The pressure of the White Tiger Martial Spirit seemed so insignificant at this moment, as if it was swallowed up by a more vast force. There was shock and reluctance in his eyes, and more of it was awe and fear of the unknown power.

Dai Mubai's face was a mixture of shock and fear. He tried to say something, but found that his voice was strangled by an invisible force, and he could only breathe weakly. His legs trembled involuntarily, as if they would be unable to bear the sudden pressure at any time.

"Senior... I..." He finally managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty, his eyes full of reluctance and pleading, like a child shrouded in a huge shadow, trying to find a ray of light. He slowly lowered his head, and the shadow of the White Tiger Martial Spirit also dimmed, and the primitive wild breath disappeared without a trace at this moment. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, evaporating without a trace in an instant, leaving only tiny water stains, witnessing his inner struggle and surrender.

Li Muyun gently raised his hand, signaling Dai Mubai not to say anything more. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched out behind him, interweaving with the nine soul rings to form a heart-pounding picture.

Li Muyun said, "Okay, please teach me!"

Dai Mubai's expression changed several times, and finally turned into a touch of bitterness and unwillingness. He secretly glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, his eyes filled with complex emotions - anger, confusion, and a hint of imperceptible despair. This damn woman didn't even tell him that this person was a Titled Douluo.

Zhu Zhuqing stood not far away, her figure stretched out in the sunset, looking particularly lonely. Facing Dai Mubai's expression, her eyes once again showed disappointment, a deep disappointment in Dai Mubai's behavior, and helplessness in the current situation. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, as if trying to hide her inner fluctuations.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze wandered between Li Muyun and Dai Mubai, and finally fixed on Li Muyun's calm and composed face. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: This is a true strong man. No need to say much, his aura alone can make people feel awe.

Li Muyun spoke again, "What's wrong? Are you afraid to do it? Then get out of here!"

Dai Mubai's expression instantly became extremely complicated when he heard this. His mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to refute at all. He forced out a bitter smile, which was uglier than crying. His legs were slightly bent, as if he was under great psychological pressure. He turned around slowly, and every step was like stepping on a knife edge, heavy and difficult.

"Don't dare...don't dare..." His voice was low and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness. When he turned around, his eyes swept over Zhu Zhuqing with a complicated look, which contained too many emotions, and finally turned into a deep apology and determination.

As Dai Mubai's back gradually disappeared, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow very long. That lonely and forlorn figure seemed particularly small in the empty field.

Li Muyun stood where he was, looking deeply at the direction where Dai Mubai left, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

Dai Mubai, you have lost the magic herb and Zhu Zhuqing, so you will have to sacrifice yourself in the battle for the royal family.

Li Muyun turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Now you should have a clear idea of ​​Dai Mubai's character, right? Let's go! Back to the Spirit Hall."

Zhu Zhuqing said, "Senior, I heard that there is a college outside of Soto City called Shrek College. I heard that it only accepts talented students." Li Muyun nodded, "Well, if you want to go, then go and take a look."

"..."

Two days later, outside Soto City, a table was placed at the entrance of the village. An old man in his sixties was sitting behind the table. On the wooden arch at the entrance of the village hung a plaque that looked a bit tattered, with five simple words engraved on it: Shrek Academy.

In front of these five words, there is a green head, which looks like the head of a humanoid monster. It is green and a little cute. The old man behind the desk also has a similar green round badge on his chest. He should be a teacher at the academy.

The crowd of people signing up was bustling and lively, but also mixed with some tension and dissatisfaction. The villagers were standing or sitting, talking a lot, and their eyes were often cast towards the old man sitting behind the table. He had a serious face and his eyes were filled with unquestionable determination.

"I say, your college is too unreasonable!" A villager in plain clothes and with an anxious face squeezed in front of the crowd, holding a few crumpled banknotes tightly in his hand, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "My child has worked hard to collect the tuition fees, and in the end you just say you don't want to accept it, so you have to return the tuition fees to us!"

The old man calmly scanned the crowd, finally fixing his gaze on the villager, and slowly spoke: "Rules are rules. Once the registration fee is paid, it will not be refunded regardless of the reason. This is the iron rule of Shrek Academy."

One of the villagers, with a weather-beaten face and clenched fists, had an unyielding light in his eyes. He took a step forward and raised his voice a few notches in anger: "If you don't accept our child, you must return it to us. That's our family's food rations for several months! How can your academy be so heartless?"

As he spoke, several villagers beside him also echoed him, and the emotions gradually became agitated. Some shook their heads and sighed, while others cursed in a low voice, and the scene became noisy for a while.

The old man was still sitting behind the table, his expression unchanged. He just sighed softly, picked up a wooden sign covered with traces of time from the side of the table, and tapped the table gently, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"My fellow villagers, I understand your difficulties, but the purpose of Shrek Academy is to cultivate true soul master elites. If your children cannot pass our entrance test, even if we accept them, it will only be a waste of our academy's time and resources. The registration fee cannot be refunded. Get out now!"

When the angry villager heard this, he added fuel to the fire, his face turned red, and his thick fingers almost poked the old man's nose: "Why? The money we worked hard to earn is gone just like that? I'm standing here today and not leaving!" His voice echoed in the crowd, attracting a chorus of agreement.

The old man smiled calmly, with a hint of amusement in his smile, and slowly stood up. Although he was old, his posture was still upright, as if he contained extraordinary strength. "Since you insist so much, then I will do as you say. But let me make it clear in advance that I, Shrek Academy, will not show mercy."

The old man glanced at the angry villager and said calmly: "Mu Bai, someone wants to return the registration fee, you deal with it."

On the ground next to him, a figure suddenly jumped up, "You can repay the name fee if you want, just hit me and I'll refund it all."

(End of this chapter)