Chapter 46: The Vanished Witch's True Nature—From Now on, You May Call Me Black Robe No. 3!

Qibao Liuli Sect, the council hall.

On the main seat of the hall stood a large rosewood carved chair, its back inlaid with a huge Supreme Warm Jade, entirely emerald green.

At this moment, a man in his forties with a refined and gentle appearance sat upright on the chair.

His gaze fell upon a young man kneeling on the ground below, dressed in a white combat outfit.

"Sect Master! The miss has been successfully admitted to Shilaike Academy!" The young man was very respectful, keeping his head down and not daring to raise it.

The middle‑aged man nodded, a hint of helplessness on his face, "Letting Ning Rongrong go out to train is fine… how are things at Shrek?"

"…Within Shrek there is at least one Soul Saint and several Soul Emperors; my subordinates are incompetent and cannot investigate, but I have already handed your letter to the teachers at Shilaike Academy."

The middle‑aged man seemed to recall something; the helplessness on his face turned into a faint smile, "Shilaike Academy… Golden Iron Triangle, Fulangde, ah Fulangde… I want to see what you can turn my little witch into."

"..."

The sky grew dusk.

Fulangde stood on the large training ground of Shilaike Academy, looking at the eight trainees before him.

His gaze was sharp, yet there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Especially as he looked at the pallid Ning Rongrong.

He instinctively touched the letter in his chest.

He even began to doubt whether the contents of the letter were true.

A pampered, restless, arrogant young lady actually managed to run twenty laps?

Ning Rongrong's performance rendered the prepared remarks he had drafted completely useless.

Xiao Xian's eyes carried a faint smile as he looked at Fulangde.

When he and Xiao Jue were training on the roof, Fulangde stood at the edge, watching toward the outside of the village.

The bewilderment on that shoe‑horn face was plainly evident.

Fulangde finally withdrew his gaze, scanned the few people, and slowly said, "Oscar, Tang San, and Ning Rongrong. Your performance today was excellent; the upcoming lessons don't concern you, just rest."

"The rest, get ready to set off. You will now begin the first lesson of Shilaike Academy; let it be known in advance, this won't be easy, and if you don't perform well…"

Fulangde's voice lowered, and his cold gaze swept over Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

"Without the academy's training, you won't die but you'll shed a layer of skin."

Zhu Zhuqing's expression didn't change much, only grew colder.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue.

At noon, Tang San, like everyone else, finished early and ate lunch with them.

She had thought at the time that the workload at Shilaike Academy wasn't intense.

But in the afternoon, when Ning Rongrong returned to the dormitory, she was exhausted like a dead dog, almost thinking she would collapse.

She asked Tang San for a few pieces of Blue Silver Sugarcane and got scolded by him.

Oscar didn't look relaxed either; he barely made it to lunch.

Fulangde waved his hand, just about to send everyone off.

Tang San raised his hand and stepped forward.

"Dean, may I join them for the evening lesson? My martial soul has some combat power, and I also know the senior brother's Self-Created Soul Technique."

Upon hearing that, Oscar's expression turned bitter.

"Bro, do we have to be this intense?"

"Xiao Xian bro is intense, you are also intense…!"

"You senior brothers are really close!"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun thought of something, their faces also showing a hint of helplessness.

Fulangde was somewhat surprised, yet not very surprised.

At noon, when Tang San handed him the Master's letter, he realized it.

Two disciples, one of the Summoning Type, need no further explanation.

The other, Food Type, can also count as half a Control Type; with the Self-Created Soul Technique, it can even be considered half a Strong Attack Type.

He thought of Xiao Xian's performance in the Soul Battle arena without relying on his martial soul…

Fulangde nodded, "Alright, you keep up as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar reluctantly raised his hand, "Dean, then I'll join as well…"

Ning Rongrong's pale face grew even whiter; after barely finishing the run in the afternoon, the evening…

"Are you two still human?"

"When will Support Type Soul Masters train together with the Combat Type?!"

She said with some resentment, "Dean, then I also…!"

When running, she felt the gap; Tang San relied solely on his Blue Silver Sugarcane and completed it with ease.

Oscar ate Blue Silver Sugarcane, then Recovery Sausage, and barely finished as well.

Only her!

Blue Silver Sugarcane, Recovery Sausage, plus the Qibao Liuli Tower!

After lunch, they still couldn't finish!

Every time she passed that tree or crossed that bridge, it felt glaringly conspicuous.

Each time Tang San and Oscar looped back around her, she felt very ironic.

Fulangde glanced at her, "Keep up, all of you keep up."

After speaking, Fulangde tipped his toe to the ground and lightly leapt away.

His speed wasn't slow; it was even fast.

Xiao Xian, seeing the situation, lightly leapt out and landed behind Fulangde, making idle small talk with him, looking as if he still had energy left.

The remaining few hurried to follow.

Especially Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who gave it their all, but the gap between them and Fulangde and Xiao Xian kept widening.

Before long, Tang San whooshed forward, wind at his feet, completely overtaking them.

…!

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun silently exchanged a glance, their eyes full of bitterness.

Really being surpassed by the newcomer, and he's a Food Type—this is disastrous…!

When they heard that Tang San also knows Xiao Xian's Self-Created Soul Technique, they felt uneasy.

It turned out exactly as expected.

Given the Dean's temper, their skin will surely be stripped off tomorrow!

Tang San put in some effort, barely landing behind Xiao Xian, a faint smile on his face.

Xiao Wu, seeing this, pursed her lips.

She only just managed to overtake Ma Hongjun, but fell behind Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing.

As for Oscar and Ning Rongrong… they lag far behind at the end.

Oscar fared a bit better, still having some strength left.

Ning Rongrong's face turned even paler; her already trembling legs shook wildly, she couldn't exert force, after running a short distance, her foot gave way and she fell straight to the ground.

Xiao Xian turned back, glanced at her from afar, and his Sunlight Spore sensed it.

With a flash of Purple Radiance soul power from his palm, he summoned Xiao Jue, and lazily said, "Xiao Jue, take her."

Xiao Jue let out a low growl, her whole body of purple fur quivered, she crouched, then her limbs surged, dashing toward the rear!

In an instant, she passed through the crowd, leapt behind Ning Rongrong, opened her mouth and clamped her clothing, lifting her up.

The powerful soul power ripple around Xiao Jue, and the faint fierce aura, made Ning Rongrong involuntarily swallow her saliva.

Her eyes, which had been reddened from grievance and unwillingness, instantly turned white.

Scared.

Xiao Jue, holding Ning Rongrong, quickly caught up with the main group, landing behind Xiao Xian.

"Th… thank you…" Ning Rongrong closed her eyes tightly, a faint voice sounded, like a mosquito.

…

Before long, the nine of them all arrived at Suotuo City South Gate.

Xiao Xian gestured, Xiao Jue turned into purple light, directly merging into his body; Ning Rongrong almost fell to the ground.

She instantly gave Xiao Xian a plaintive look.

Oscar, with a resentful expression, stared at Xiao Xian, his eyes seeming to say, "Brother Xiao Xian, you promised you wouldn't make a move!"

Xiao Xian chose to ignore him.

Fulangde stood in a corner not far from Suotuo City South Gate, and took out several tattered Black Robes and masks from a Storage Soul Guide Device.

"Put them on, wear them. After that, make no sound." He glanced at the few, saying calmly.

"Mu Bai, explain to them the place we're heading to next."

Dai Mubai had already donned the Black Robe and mask.

With the mask on, his voice changed, becoming muffled and hollow:

"The place we're going to is called Grand Battle Soul Arena. From now on, you may only call me Black Robe No. 3!"

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