As soon as he saw the annoying face at the door, Meng Shenji's mood worsened.
Yu Xiaowei sat indifferently in front of Meng Shenji and started gesturing at him with a bright, cheerful expression.
"Hey, Old Man Meng, don't make that sour face when you see me. I'm not here to collect your debt this time. I'm here to give you a big gift."
"A gift? I'm afraid it's the kind that requires extra money?"
"Hey, don't say that. This time, it's real."
Yu Xiaowei pointed to Ma Hongjun behind him and said with a smile.
"First of all, I brought you a gift — a level 28 mutant phoenix spirit, a powerful offensive spirit master."
Flender and Ma Hongjun looked angry. Anyone would feel uncomfortable being treated as a gift.
However, before coming, Yu Xiaowei had told them not to talk nonsense — or else he guaranteed that no academy in Heaven Dou City would accept Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.
That threat worked well, at least on Flender.
As for Ma Hongjun, since Yu Xiaowei told him not to speak, he didn't dare utter a single word.
"Level 28? What use is that?"
"Yu Xiaowei, do you think just because you're backed by Thunder Douluo and Poison Douluo, you can do whatever you want in front of me?"
Meng Shenji wore a hostile expression, and the aura he emitted grew stronger and stronger.
The terrifying aura of a level 86 Soul Douluo immediately made Flender and Ma Hongjun feel suffocated.
Yu Xiaowei appeared unaffected and continued speaking with a smile.
"I said this was just a bonus, understand?"
"Besides, although the mutant phoenix spirit is a bit useless, with effort he can reach level 35 or 36 during the Elite Spirit Master Tournament — which is almost as useful as someone at level 38 or 39."
"The real gift I want to give you is a powerful offensive spirit master with a White-Haired Tiger spirit, level 37, with combat power comparable to my second cousin."
Level 37, strong attack, and similar combat strength to Yu Tianheng — such words piqued Meng Shenji's interest.
He retracted his aura and looked Yu Xiaowei up and down suspiciously, then asked,
"You're willing to send me a student?"
"Come on, it's not for free, obviously."
"Get out! Get out of here—!"
Hearing this, Meng Shenji thought to himself, "As expected," and immediately tried to drive Yu Xiaowei away.
But Yu Xiaowei's next words made his expression suddenly change.
"Fine, then I'll send these two students to another academy."
"By the way, I'll ask my uncle and father-in-law to visit Emperor Xue Ye."
"I'll tell him that your Heaven Dou Royal Academy can't even gather a single Spirit Master before the Continental Elite Spirit Master Tournament."
"Rather than sending you to embarrass yourselves, it's better to send me to beat up the losers from Star Luo Royal Academy."
While speaking, Yu Xiaowei continued staring into Meng Shenji's eyes.
He had already clearly understood the current state of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Ever since Yu Tianheng was abducted by him, they had lost their strongest fighter. Now the Royal Fighting Team was like a flock of quails — weak and vulnerable.
Seeing that Meng Shenji was still hesitating, Yu Xiaowei laughed, stood up, and walked out.
He deliberately slowed his steps, walking toward the door one step at a time, laughing and talking along the way.
"Hey, if I gave this gift to old man Huo, he'd probably be thrilled."
"It's a pity — the dignified Heaven Dou Royal Academy now has to rely on referrals to survive."
"Tsk tsk, if you don't want such a big gift delivered right to your door, this Soul Douluo might end up nailed to the pillar of shame of Tiandou Academy."
"Stop!!!"
Yu Xiaowei's words were like devilish whispers, piercing straight into Meng Shenji's heart.
Even though he knew he was being played, Meng Shenji couldn't stop himself from calling him back.
"What is it, Old Man Meng, changed your mind?"
Seeing Yu Xiaowei's playful expression, Meng Shenji said weakly,
"Name your price."
"Look at you. You didn't agree earlier, but now..."
Yu Xiaowei licked his lips and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Meng Shenji felt more and more uncomfortable seeing his greedy and scheming appearance and could only sigh helplessly.
"I get it. Add more money. Just name your price and I'll accept."
"Then I won't be polite. I want Qin Ming."
"Impossible!!!"
Meng Shenji's eyes suddenly turned red. He knew this little brat had no good intentions.
You have to understand, Qin Ming was the youngest Tiandou-level teacher in their academy.
Moreover, Qin Ming was the second youngest Soul Emperor in the continent's history — a golden nameplate of their academy.
"Why are you in such a rush?"
Yu Xiaowei calmly took out two sheets of paper from his soul guide.
"Here, a rental contract. I'm offering these two powerful offensive spirit masters in exchange for usage rights to Qin Ming for three years."
"All the terms are written here — have a look."
"I'm not asking you to give me Qin Ming permanently. Just a three-year lease. Why panic?"
"Considering your earlier attitude, I've changed the term to five years. Just sign it after you review it, and we'll close the deal."
Flender's mouth twitched. The sight was all too familiar. Why was Yu Xiaowei so good at pulling out contracts?
And why was he so eager to sign them?
Meng Shenji frowned and carefully reviewed the contract multiple times, afraid Yu Xiaowei might try to trick him.
After a while, he sighed deeply and nodded to Yu Xiaowei.
"I can accept these terms."
"When will the other student be sent?"
The contract clearly stated it: a level 37 White-Haired Tiger with powerful offensive ability. He wasn't worried about Yu Xiaowei defaulting.
What kind of martial soul was the White-Haired Tiger?
Yu Xiaowei immediately signed the contract and grinned.
"I'll send him to you this afternoon."
"Also, Old Man Meng, don't forget to send Qin Ming to Lanba Academy tomorrow. If you can't send him, you'll have to pay a fine!"
After saying that, he dragged Flender away, leaving behind a dazed Ma Hongjun and a stunned Meng Shenji.
On the way back, Yu Xiaowei looked at the worried Flender and said with a smile,
"I told you it was a waste of time. I already made arrangements for these two brats."
"But..."
"Ouch..."
Although attending Heaven Dou Royal Academy was a good opportunity, Flender still felt uncomfortable that his students were being used as bargaining chips.
They arrived at Blue Tyrant Academy in silence.
Yu Xiaowei burst out laughing, then walked in carrying Yu Xiaogang, who was tied up like a hairy crab.
At that moment, class was in session at the academy.
They didn't meet anyone along the way and headed straight to Liu Erlong's small cottage.
Liu Erlong, dressed in a bright red gown, was standing at the railing, holding a delicate kettle and watering colorful flowers.
When she saw Yu Xiaowei enter, her eyebrows rose, and she was about to step forward to ask her cousin where he had been.
But when her eyes fell on what Yu Xiaowei was holding, her body froze.
Bang—
The kettle dropped to the ground, and tears immediately welled up in Liu Erlong's eyes.
Seeing her like this, Yu Xiaowei took out a soul guide that looked like a strange device and grinned.
"Sis, I just had a little chat with my cousin. Want to hear it?"
After speaking, he pressed a button on the soul guide.
The conversation between him and Yu Xiaogang in Flender's office replayed word for word.
After hearing just two lines, Liu Erlong's delicate body began trembling violently.