Chapter 76: One Month Later

The audience of the Grand Battle Soul Arena gradually dispersed, and many people were whispering and chatting excitedly.

The name heard most often was, of course, the Black Robe Battle Team.

Even among the crowd, many shouted the Black Robe Battle Team's banner at the Slake Seven.

It looked extremely fervent.

Xiao Xian kept a calm expression, followed the Sunlight Spore's sensing, and led them through the crowd to find Master, Fulangde, Zhao Wuji, and Ning Rongrong.

Only after they were completely out of the Grand Battle Soul Arena's area, in a secluded corner where no one was watching, did they change off their Black Robe and masks.

The few of them looked at each other and couldn't help but show a relaxed smile.

Ning Rongrong's face was full of envy as she pulled Xiao Wu, not knowing what she was saying.

……

The group returned to the hotel, and Master still summoned them to Xiao Xian's room.

He placed some food in front of Xiao Jue and turned his head toward them.

"What are your impressions of today's Soul Battle?"

Dai Mubai said, "Easy, far too easy! The Storm Intestine co‑created by Oscar and Tang San was too powerful."

Oscar also showed a flash of excitement; originally he thought that with him and Tang San, both Food Type, added to the team, they would have two fewer strong‑attacking Soul Masters.

But unexpectedly, their joint performance turned out quite good.

The Master's stiff face gradually revealed a clear smile.

Except for Xiao Xian and Tang San, the other trainees subconsciously rubbed their eyes in surprise.

Master.

The devilish Master actually smiled?

The Master looked at everyone and smiled, "Although I don't want you to become arrogant, your performance today was indeed excellent, and I'm very satisfied."

"Your opponents were all above level thirty‑five, some even on a seven‑match winning streak."

"Yet even without unleashing your full strength, you still easily crushed them…"

The few Slake members felt the Master's praise was a bit awkward, yet remained very excited.

The Master, who is usually cold and ruthless, actually praised them!

Even Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San had excited flames burning in their eyes.

The Master continued slowly, "Perhaps your performance today had some issues, but overall it completely exceeded my expectations, so I won't say more; you can summarize yourselves."

"Next, celebrate properly, claim reimbursement from me. We're leaving now; when we're gone, don't cause trouble."

He was in the Audience Seats and clearly heard Xiao Xian's words.

Fulangde said, "The Master is right, cause less trouble, but… if someone bullies us to the point of humiliation, don't be polite; we must never tarnish the Slake's reputation."

Zhao Wuji also nodded.

……

The three Masters walked out of the hotel, and Fulangde remarked, "These little monsters are truly becoming more monstrous."

The Master replied, "Indeed, you've gathered quite a few geniuses."

Fulangde sighed lightly, "But I lost; compared with Xiao Xian, even with Tang San, that chubby Ma Hongjun is far behind."

Zhao Wuji chuckled, "Boss Fulangde, are you conceding defeat?"

The Master's face again showed a smile.

Fulangde said irritably, "Losing is losing; losing to that kid Xiao Xian, is it shameful?"

The Master laughed heartily, "Fulangde, I feel like drinking; since you've conceded, treat us!"

……

The teachers all left, the Master again promised reimbursement, and Dai Mu Bai ordered a lavish spread in the hotel restaurant, paired with several barrels of fine wine.

The group toasted each other, eating and drinking joyfully.

Oscar insincerely offered a toast to Xiao Xian.

Tang San tried to block the drink for him; Xiao Xian smiled faintly, gave a light Suction, and through Tang San, the barley wine in the cup all entered his mouth.

The others were a bit stunned, thinking it was a celebration.

Still practicing Suction Palm?

Tang San felt a bit envious; his senior's Suction Palm was truly transcendent, usable at will.

Ning Rongrong mimicked him, came to toast Xiao Xian, thanking his Suction Palm and Blowing Fire Palm.

She raised her palm, and the barley wine in the cup turned into a line that guided it into her mouth.

The others, seeing this, also refused ordinary drinking and toasting, exchanging varied tricks back and forth.

Alcohol is easy to keep drinking, but everyone is a Soul Master, their bodies especially robust, and they could easily drink for two hours.

However, the always formidable Xiao Xian was the first to collapse, not even lasting half an hour.

Then came Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Xiao Wu.

Dai Mu Bai helplessly fell as the fifth, staggering, truly unable to keep drinking; Zhu Zhuqing followed right after.

Tang San couldn't last much longer either.

Only Ning Rongrong remained, drinking the most yet never passed out.

Her face flushed bright red, she looked at the remaining six, muttering something incomprehensible.

However, after searching around, she didn't find Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian, of course, had already slipped away; he only needed a couple of drinks, unlike them who kept drinking.

With that time, why not cultivate?

Ning Rongrong escorted the others back to their rooms and, with a plaintive expression, knocked on Xiao Xian's door.

When the door opened.

Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Xian, whose expression was unchanged.

"Brother Xian, you dodged the wine!"

"……"

Without saying a word, she fell down in a huff, then lay at the doorway and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Xian looked at Ning Rongrong on the ground with some helplessness, and had Xiao Jue carry her back to her own room.

Early the next morning, everyone gradually woke from drunkenness, the only clear memory being that one person drank far too much, while another drank far too little.

Oscar occasionally teased that Xiao Xian also had his off moments.

Tang San smiled faintly.

Ning Rongrong, however, gave him a cold stare.

"……"

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

A full thirty team battles later, none of them had a single loss—thirty wins out of thirty.

The person in charge of the Grand Battle Soul Arena was somewhat surprised.

In one‑on‑one and two‑on‑two matches, the Slake group also rarely suffered defeat.

Everyone was powerful in their respective levels.

Master occasionally wondered whether their cheating like this was improper.

Because, after all, they all harbored Xiao Xian's Sunlight Spore within their bodies.

They claimed it was one‑on‑one, two‑on‑two, but in fact it was two‑on‑one, three‑on‑two.

But Master quickly discarded that thought.

Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

With the continuous victories, the Slake group became increasingly dependent on Xiao Xian's Sunlight Spore.

The first thing each day was to knock on Xiao Xian's door, letting Xiao Jue spray them with a burst of Sunlight.

More remarkably, Dai Mubai also successfully reached Level 38, which relieved him; Xiao Xian's ever‑stronger soul power fluctuations always gave him a sense of danger.

If the soul power cultivation also surpassed Xiao Xian, he would truly have no face to show anyone.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong also respectively reached Level 28 Soul Power and Level 27.

As night slowly fell, the Suo Tuo Great Soul Battle Arena still glittered with lights, like daytime.

Today was the weekend, and spectators coming to watch the Soul Battle poured into the Grand Battle Soul Arena from all directions.

The Slake group still wore Black Robe, calmly weaving through the crowd.

The Grand Battle Soul Arena's audience was already extremely familiar with them.

The mysterious Black Robe, numbers one through eight, had internal rankings based on strength, with complex changes.

They relied on Blowing Fire Palm, and the fierce Gale easily kept the fervent spectators at bay before passing through them.

"Hello, team battle registration," Xiao Xian said as he led the group to the team battle sign‑up point, tossing the Black Robe Battle Team's emblem.

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