Bet
Sensing the terrifying power erupting from the Poison Immortal, Munn immediately understood that this man was truly enraged.
If this stalemate continued, it would inevitably escalate into a full-scale war.
Munn was confident that he would not die even if he forcefully endured the poisonous laws of Du Buzhi.
However, the problem was that he had no spare attention to protect the eight Titled Douluo and dozens of Soul Douluo behind him.
Although Shrek Academy's overall strength was formidable, this place was, after all, Shrek Academy itself.
Once several Titled Douluo went all out without restraint, it would not take long before the entire academy was reduced to ruins.
As the master of Poseidon Pavilion, how could Munn allow others to destroy the foundation he had guarded for centuries?
Thinking of this, Munn could not help but feel deep resentment toward Xuanzi.
"That useless old thing… he succeeds at nothing and fails at everything. He dares to kill his own students, yet can't even deal with a Great Soul Master from another sect."
Munn still did not know that Xuanzi had already fallen, believing instead that he had wandered off somewhere again.
"Munn! Speak!"
Seeing that Munn remained silent for a long time, Du Buzhi could not help but let out another thunderous shout.
"Is this truly going to turn into a battle?!"
"Don't rush. Calm yourself."
Munn finally spoke again, his tone heavy.
"Have you ever considered the consequences of starting a war with Shrek Academy?"
"If both sides suffer losses, the Sun Moon Empire will undoubtedly reap the greatest benefit. Once their armies press south, it will only bring about endless bloodshed and casualties."
Munn's words sounded righteous and compassionate, standing firmly on the moral high ground.
Hearing this, Yuhao could not help but sneer inwardly.
If Munn were truly such a benevolent figure, why would he tacitly allow Xuanzi to hunt him down?
Was the Noumenon Sect not also a legitimate force among the three empires?
In the final analysis, this was nothing more than Shrek Academy protecting its own interests.
Du Buzhi, however, did not care in the slightest.
"Since your Shrek Academy dared to lay hands on my direct disciple, you should have already anticipated today's outcome."
"I have already said that this matter has not been conclusively determined. Do not slander Shrek Academy."
Munn continued to tough it out verbally, yet he clearly understood Du Buzhi's determination. After a brief pause, he changed his tone.
"But for the sake of peace on the continent, Shrek Academy is willing to take a step back. Tell me — what kind of explanation do you want?"
Seeing Munn's concession, a trace of joy flashed across Du Buzhi's face.
Just as he was about to make his demand, his expression suddenly stiffened. He turned his head to look at Yuhao.
Yuhao met his gaze calmly and gave a slight nod.
Originally, Du Buzhi intended to demand certain precious resources from Munn. He did not truly lack treasures; what he wanted was Shrek Academy bowing its head.
Yet before he could speak, Yuhao's voice rang clearly in his mind.
Recalling Yuhao's earlier transmission, Du Buzhi pondered briefly, then said:
"Munn, I want to place a bet with you."
"Oh?"
Munn was slightly surprised.
"A bet?"
"In half a year, the Continental Senior Soul Master Elite Competition will be held. We will bet on the final champion."
"If Shrek Academy wins, then the matter of Old Dog Xuan capturing my disciple will be written off completely."
"But if my Noumenon Sect wins, then I want to take something from your hand."
Du Buzhi spoke slowly, each word clear. This was precisely the proposal Yuhao had given him.
"What exactly do you want?"
Munn did not agree immediately.
"Don't worry. When the time comes, you will know."
Du Buzhi himself did not know whether the poison would claim his life one day, but he trusted Yuhao completely.
"Why? Are you afraid?"
"In the thousands of years of the Elite Soul Master Competition, hasn't Shrek Academy always been the champion?"
"Afraid?"
Munn snorted coldly.
"This word has never existed in Shrek Academy's dictionary."
Provoked by Du Buzhi, anger surged in his heart, and his voice turned cold.
"However, only academies may participate in the Elite Soul Master Competition. Your Noumenon Sect is, after all, a sect."
"That's simple. We just need a name."
Du Buzhi was not worried in the slightest. With the relationship between the Noumenon Sect and the Tianhun Empire, borrowing an academy's name was hardly difficult.
Munn pondered briefly.
He knew that Du Buzhi must have a plan, yet in the face of absolute confidence, calculations seemed meaningless.
"Very well."
"This old man agrees."
Munn firmly believed that in the face of overwhelming strength, all schemes would be crushed.
"In that case, we shall take our leave."
Du Buzhi clasped his fists slightly, then led the Noumenon Sect experts away.
Yuhao naturally followed.
However, just as he was departing, his gaze shifted downward toward Shrek Academy.
Whether by coincidence or fate, he saw a young man with pink-blue hair and an incomparably beautiful face.
The youth seemed to sense something and raised his head, his eyes meeting Yuhao's.
"Wang Dong'er."
Yuhao recognized him instantly.
A memory sealed by Tang San, cast down upon the Douluo Continent — a chess piece meant to bind the Son of the Continent to the Tang Family.
To be honest, Yuhao had not felt much aversion toward Wang Dong'er in his male form.
But Wang Dong'er's female form disgusted him deeply — indecisive, temperamental, and distrustful of her own original self.
As for her true identity, Tang Wutong, the disgust only deepened.
She truly was Tang San's daughter.
Thinking of this, a thought suddenly surfaced in Yuhao's mind.
If handled properly, this might become a perfect opportunity to play Tang San himself.
Yuhao withdrew his gaze.
Yet Wang Dong'er continued to stare at his departing figure.
Strangely, although she had never seen this boy before, a voice deep in her heart urged her to find a way to approach him.
"…How strange."
...
Because of Munn's intervention, Du Buzhi ultimately did not get to act freely within Shrek Academy.
However, forcing Shrek Academy to bow its head still left him in an excellent mood.
What he did not understand was exactly what Yuhao intended to obtain from Munn.
Thus, along the way, Du Buzhi asked:
"Yuhao, what treasure do you intend to take from Munn?"
There was only one treasure in Munn's possession capable of truly stirring Yuhao's interest — the Dragon Pill, condensed from the essence of the White Sacred Dragon.
It was precisely because of this treasure that Munn was able to break through from level ninety-eight to level ninety-nine.
Moreover, after a hundred years of refinement by Munn, the violent will within the Dragon Pill had already been completely suppressed.
Today, it could be called the greatest treasure on the continent.
Even Yuhao could not deny being tempted.
However, this was not something he could explain to Du Buzhi.
He merely replied:
"I don't know exactly what it is. I only feel that there is a treasure on Munn that would be extremely beneficial to my second martial soul."
"Oh?"
Du Buzhi's pupils contracted slightly.
This was no small matter.
In his heart, Yuhao was already his designated successor.
"Then why didn't you ask directly, and instead chose to bet?"
"Teacher, although I don't know what that treasure is, I know that it is extremely precious to Munn. If we demanded it outright, he would never agree."
Yuhao shook his head calmly.
The Dragon Pill was Munn's lifeblood, something he even intended to use as a stepping stone toward godhood.
How could he possibly hand it over so easily?
That was precisely why Yuhao suggested the bet — and ensured it was made publicly, in front of all Shrek Academy teachers and students.
If Munn reneged, his reputation would collapse, and even Shrek Academy itself would fall into chaos.
After hearing Yuhao's explanation, shock appeared on Du Buzhi's face, followed by admiration.
"But Yuhao, Shrek Academy may be hypocritical, yet they gather the most talented geniuses from the three empires and excel at nurturing them."
"For thousands of years, they have dominated the Elite Soul Master Competition."
"Even our Noumenon Sect may not be able to defeat them."
"It doesn't matter."
Yuhao's voice was calm, yet filled with absolute confidence.
"As long as I am here, the Noumenon Sect will not lose."
It was difficult to imagine that the one speaking such words was merely a second-ring Great Soul Master at present.