Chapter 81: Blame the Sky, Blame the Earth, Not You: Evil Soul Master Attack, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen

The Spirit Ice Plaza is located at the center of the Shi Shi Laike Outer Court, with students coming and going in a constant stream; it is an excellent spot for first-year students to make money.

One hundred and four students each displayed their unique abilities: Gu Yue and Ye Ye Xinglan borrowed money by force of their strength, Xu Xu Xiaoyan acted cute to find buyers, and Xu Xu Li Zhi sold buns... The Spirit Ice Plaza became incredibly lively in an instant.

Seeing the first-year students employ a hundred different tactics, the senior Shi Shi Laike students, acting as veterans, immediately understood that these juniors were taking their final exams.

As the saying goes, having once been rained on, one also wants to tear apart others' umbrellas. The senior students puffed out their chests, strolled past the first-year students who were performing with all their might, and wore a comfortable smile on their faces.

Before Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's fortune-telling stall, students who knew him looked at the two majestic and domineering banners and teased him one by one:

"Junior Zhao, is it time for the final exams?"

"Yes, will senior support me?"

"Hehe, too late, class is starting!"

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen is a legendary figure in the Shi Shi Laike Outer Court; he entered the school at ten to set up a challenge platform and forcefully topped the Youth Genius List. Later, he led a seven-person first-year team to crush the third-year team, making the first year the strongest class in the Outer Court.

Now that the previously unreachable Youth Emperor has fallen to this state, these Shi Shi Laike students dared to approach and joke with him. Although they had no intention of spending money, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen was not annoyed and waited quietly for a destined person.

A graceful figure stepped into the Spirit Ice Plaza: a young woman in her early twenties with golden wavy hair, her figure rippling continuously beneath the dark green uniform. Her appearance could be described as charming, but she couldn't compare to the girls by Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's side; her two eye circles were red, as if she had wept heart-wrenchingly.

Jiang Ting, a fourth-year student in the Outer Court, possesses the Golden Waist Swallow martial soul. The most outstanding Extreme Ice Tang Dong and Charm Fox Nangong Yao from the fourth year have long since upgraded to Inner Court disciples. At this age, still studying in the Outer Court, it is unlikely she will enter the Inner Court; she will be an ordinary Outer Court graduate.

"Junior Zhao..." Jiang Ting walked to the stall while sobbing and asked hopefully, "Do you really know how to tell fortunes?"

"Heavenly and earthly matters, ancient and modern doubts, human illnesses and injuries, I know them all."

"Then let me try once; if the fortune telling is inaccurate, I will scold you!"

Jiang Ting extended her soft, white, tender palm toward Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen and said with pursed red lips, "Help me calculate my love and marriage."

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen lightly placed his hand on Jiang Ting's wrist, carefully examining the lines on her palm. Sometimes his brows furrowed tightly, sometimes they relaxed as he nodded repeatedly; the changes in his expression made Jiang Ting's heart pound wildly.

After a while, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen raised his eyes to look directly at Jiang Ting and said gently, "You are a slow-to-warm-up girl; love requires gradual progress, and you long for someone to understand your soul."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am just such a person!"

Jiang Ting's beautiful eyes lit up brightly; what good luck, meeting a divine fortune-teller!

"Your appearance is beautiful and easygoing, but your heart is persistent and strong; you endure much pain alone rather than confiding in family or friends."

"You are easily soft-hearted; if others say words admitting their mistakes, you will choose to forgive. Your kind nature has caused you to suffer losses in love; the most recent time should have been within the last twenty-four hours, and the harm done to you was very great."

"Junior, you are truly the person who understands me best in the world!"

Jiang Ting was amazed, her eyes wide open like round pearls; who would have thought that besides his terrifying combat power, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen was also a fortune-telling master who could see through all things!

"My boyfriend is a fifth-year student; recently he always goes to those unclean places..." Jiang Ting asked the master for guidance, "Last night I had a huge argument with him; his attitude was extremely cold, and he simply didn't care about my feelings."

"I want to break up, but I can't bear to part with the three years of cultivated feelings; junior, calculate whether we two are actually suitable..."

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen asked for their birth dates and hours, calculated with his fingers, and said indifferently:

"He harms you, breaks your wealth, and breaks your soul master luck."

"Break up!"

Jiang Ting's delicate body trembled; she broke up decisively. What three years of feelings? Soul master luck is above all! Without her ex-boyfriend dragging her down, she could have already entered the Shi Shi Laike Inner Court!

"Twenty thousand Federation coins, cash only, thank you for your patronage."

It is not too late to cut losses in time; Jiang Ting was very grateful to have met the master, took out twenty thousand Federation coins from her storage soul tool, and handed them to Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen cheerfully.

After receiving the first payment, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen did not smile in the slightest; he silently pulled out a card engraved with pink rose patterns, which was indeed a Rose Hotel annual VIP card with reserved room number 801.

"Senior, your card."

"No, now it is your card."

Jiang Ting smiled charmingly, swayed her slender waist as she walked away gracefully, and her lingering voice entered Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's ears.

"If my ex-boyfriend were half as considerate as junior, I would accept even the broken soul master luck. I will rent this room until graduation; welcome to find me anytime to explore the origin of life!"

"..."

After pondering for two and a half seconds, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen ignited a flame in his palm and burned the Rose Hotel room card to ashes, because this was a different price.

Starting with the fourth-year senior Jiang Ting, Shi Shi Laike students began to seek divination half-believingly, and the fortune-telling stall gradually became lively; Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen guided them one by one:

"Spirit forging failure is not your fault; there is a villain around you. Move your workstation to another place, and I guarantee you smooth sailing."

"The accident in battle armor manufacturing is not the senior's problem; there is something dirty in the dormitory. Clean it thoroughly tonight, especially the southeast corner... You do it yourself; I won't go to the girls' dormitory."

"Senior, your ability is very strong; doing the current mission is using a large tool for a small job. You lack a good platform; your soul master luck comes after thirty; you belong to the late-blooming type."

"Although senior usually acts mature and steady, occasional details reveal that deep inside there is actually a lonely boy who longs for someone to accompany him privately to enjoy childish and simple happiness."

Blame the sky, blame the earth, blame the air; in any case, do not blame the customers who came for fortune telling.

Chinese fortune telling combined with techniques that would hit a few marks even on a dog; Shi Shi Laike students shouted that he was a god descending to the mortal world, frantically calling friends, and a long queue formed before the fortune-telling stall.

Seeing the Shi Shi Laike students rushing to give money, Gu Yue and Ye Ye Xinglan nearby twitched their eyes as if suffering from Parkinson's, unable to imagine how fierce Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's bluffing skills actually were.

Understanding the ways of the world is all learning; being experienced in human relations makes one a charlatan; this path actually tests emotional intelligence and reputation. The number one combat power of the Shi Shi Laike Outer Court, the number one on the Youth Genius List, a core disciple of the Transpirit Tower—such a person comes out to tell fortunes, and for only twenty thousand Federation coins, which converts to just two hundred contribution points.

These young masters and young ladies of Shi Shi Laike do not lack that little bit of silver; they just hope to provide emotional value in line with their wishes.

"The last one."

Having saved enough travel expenses, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen decided to finish one more job before packing up and departing. Hearing this, the Shi Shi Laike students at the back of the line shook their heads in regret and dispersed; immediately after, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen, sitting on a low stone chair, saw a pair of absolutely perfect legs with balanced flesh and bone.

"Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen, you look at people by looking at legs first?"

A clear and pleasant female voice like silver bells came; Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen recognized the girl before him by her legs and joked without raising his head:

"I should look at the face first; she didn't look at me, so I kept looking at the legs."

"Deceitful bad guy, eating from the bowl while looking at the pot!"

"I can also hold the bowl and eat everywhere."

"Pah!"

The girl spat lightly; Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen stood up and looked, and his vision was immediately occupied by an absolutely beautiful face, with silver hair and silver eyes, bright and brilliant.

Placing her fingers under her eyelids, sticking out her tongue to make a funny face, Nao'er turned her head disdainfully and tossed out a gold card:

"My pocket money, all given to you!"

"Safe travels, great swindler Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen!"

Shi Shi Laike City, Soul Tool Train Station.

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen bought a ticket, boarded the Soul Tool Train, sat by the window, and quietly waited for the train to start.

Last night, he had casually mentioned the final exam rules for Shi Shi Laike's Spirit Heart; Xiang Xiang Naer had actually made a special trip and even brought out her long-accumulated small treasury. At this moment, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen felt warm inside.

Speaking of which, the silver-haired girl's move had an unexpectedly outstanding effect; Gu Yue instantly turned into a sullen little dog, her pretty face so gloomy it seemed water would drip from it. Seeing this, Xiang Xiang Naer grew even more smug, transforming into a cocky little cat and sending a challenging glance.

The two halves of the Silver Dragon King faced off against each other, their gazes colliding like two mental-type soul skills, with sparks faintly flying. Ye Ye Xinglan wore an expression of having grasped the truth: only by taking the initiative can one achieve success!

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's mind displayed the route he had planned in advance; from Shi Shi Laike City to the Bright Capital, the best first transfer station was Tian Dou City.

Upon arriving in Tian Dou City, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen would head straight for the Head Office of the Blacksmith Association. Master Mu Ye, the Body Limit Douluo, had been clamoring recently to examine the Body Secret Arts and mecha manufacturing.

Originally, Master Mu Ye came to Shi Shi Laike City about once a month to guide Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen. Mu Ye was not someone who hid his head and tail; he would boldly stand at the Shi Shi Laike entrance, only to be caught by the Bai sisters who were picking up Zhao Xuan Gu Na, and then reported to their superior, the Sky Phoenix Limit Douluo Leng Yaoju.

Leng Yaoju warmly invited Master Mu Ye to the Spirit Tower for a chat, after which Master Mu Ye spent an afternoon as uncomfortable as sitting on pins and needles, not daring to run to Shi Shi Laike City to coax Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen for three consecutive months. He only sent messages via the Soul Tool communicator, telling Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen to come to the Blacksmith Association when free, and to remember to avoid Leng Yaoju at all costs.

The final exam happened to be an opportunity; he could see Master Mu Ye, and the first lucky student of the final exam could also choose from the Blacksmith Association.

The train slowly started, heading all the way to Tian Dou City; the journey took about three hours.

There were not many passengers in this carriage, and no one sat beside him. Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen closed his eyes and entered a state of nurturing his spirit. Not long after, his spiritual power detected a somewhat intense gaze.

Opening his eyes a slit, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen saw a mature woman wearing a train conductor's uniform, her charming face beaming with a smile.

"Hello, Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen. Do you still remember me?"

"Young Lady Mo Lan..."

The train conductor was indeed Mo Lan, the daughter of the Tian Dou City Governor. Four years had passed in a flash; Mo Lan had risen from an ordinary train attendant to a train conductor, her demeanor steady, her bearing heroic, possessing quite a bit of authority.

"I found your identity information in the passenger list and came over specifically to check on you," Mo Lan said with a smile. "Thank you again for your help last time; only then could the Soul Tool Train turn danger into safety."

"The Federation grants you special treatment: free rides on the Soul Tool Train and unlimited box lunches. I see why you still bought a ticket?"

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen smiled; the reason was obvious.

A pure-blooded Spirit Tower man; he has pride!

"Young Lady Mo Lan, is it convenient to check on someone? His name is Tang Tang Wulin. Is he also riding this Soul Tool Train?"

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen suddenly remembered something and began to imagine the scene.

"Tang Tang Wulin... yes, he is here!" Mo Lan was slightly surprised. "He is also the hero who resolved the Evil Soul Master incident last time. Are you friends? Should I tell the Soul Master Tang Tang Wulin?"

"No need..."

Ruined, all ruined!

Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen waved his hand weakly, his face looking as if he had lost all hope in life. Soul Tool Train + Tang Tang Wulin + Mo Lan; the three essential elements of the summoning ritual were gathered. Who would appear next needed no words!

The next second, the Soul Tool Train's broadcast transmitted a chaotic noise, revealing a sinister, strange male voice: "Conductor Mo Lan, come to Carriage Seven immediately, or I will kill all the ordinary people on this train."

Immediately after, Mo Lan's Soul Tool communicator rang, and a train attendant spoke urgently: "Conductor, Carriage Seven is under attack by an Evil Soul Master. There is only one Evil Soul Master, with the strength of a six-ring Soul Emperor!"

"A brave three-ring Soul Venerable passenger stepped forward to engage and fight him. Requesting support from the security team!"

After the broadcast sounded, the Soul Tool Train instantly turned into chaos. Due to multiple terrorist attacks not long ago, the passengers were even more panicked. Hearing that the incident location was Carriage Seven, they all fled in opposite directions.

"It seems you always encounter Evil Soul Masters," Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen said with an implied meaning.

Mo Lan's expression was heavy. Mo Wu actually did not want his daughter to be a train conductor, but she insisted on continuing. First, to serve the people of the continent; second, if the Governor's daughter sought profit and avoided harm, political enemies would have grounds to attack her father.

An Evil Soul Emperor was far beyond what the Soul Tool Train security team could handle, but Mo Lan had no choice. She called for the security team to assemble, took out a Soul Tool pistol, and rushed toward Carriage Seven against the stream of passengers who were like startled birds.

The heavily armed security team members gathered, using the carriage as cover, and attacked the Evil Soul Emperor with Soul Tool ray guns.

That Evil Soul Emperor was thin and small, wearing a set of gray clothes. His left hand transformed into a bone shield, easily blocking the Soul Tool rays, while a bone spike over a foot long drilled out from the index finger of his right hand, piercing Tang Tang Wulin's shoulder and hoisting him up into the air!

With Tang Tang Wulin blocking, the passengers in Carriage Seven were able to escape the scene, but how could Tang Tang Wulin, a three-ring Soul Venerable, and the train security team be a match for an Evil Soul Emperor? The situation was extremely precarious!

"Boom—"

The Evil Soul Emperor flung Tang Tang Wulin away. The security team hurriedly rushed forward, catching him with a flurry of hands.

Severely injured, Tang Tang Wulin's face was pale as paper. Just as he was about to rush up again to fight for his life, a clear voice sounded behind him.

"Can an Evil Soul Master count as one exam subject?"

"Kill him, and I'll count it as two for you. Record the entire process and report it to the academy; there will be extra rewards."

Tang Tang Wulin turned around in surprise and saw Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen's figure, which radiated an overwhelming sense of security. The latter was also a familiar person; the homeroom teacher Shen Yi was the teacher secretly following Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen.

"Two? That's very worth it."

"Young Lady Mo Lan, may I borrow your Soul Tool communicator?"

Mo Lan instinctively handed over the Soul Tool communicator. Zhao Zhao Xuanzhen adjusted it to video mode, aimed it at the ferocious Evil Soul Emperor, and flashed a perfect smile showing eight teeth:

"Evil Soul Master prisoner, recording starts now. Say 'cheese'..."

(End of this chapter)