Chapter 183: The Three Stout Ones

**”Are you kidding me? A whole crowd blocking the entrance, roasting the guests’ mounts and devouring them right there in the open—this is just too savage!”**

The students of Zhulu Academy were dumbfounded. What on earth was happening? They were utterly bewildered.

**”Junior Brother!”** A female disciple cried out, rushing forward to help up the bloodied Tuoba Chuan. Soon, the entire Zhulu Academy group gathered around him.

**”It hurts like hell!”** Tuoba Chuan groaned as he regained consciousness, feeling at least a dozen broken bones. The searing pain was unbearable, and when he spotted that little rascal in the distance, grease dripping from his mouth and winking at him, he nearly fainted again.

**”You—!”** He glared in their direction.

**”You want some too? Xiao Tian, toss him a piece!”** the little rascal called out.

**”That’s just shameless!”** The silver-robed youth shot him a glare before turning away, silently finishing the golden meat in his hand without another word.

**”We demand an explanation! How could this happen? The Sky Mending Pavilion is going too far!”** The Zhulu Academy disciples were furious, one hot-tempered senior brother shouting in outrage.

**”Simple. He barged into the Genius Camp, arrogant and overbearing, beating my senior brothers until their bones snapped. So I defeated him,”** the little rascal said casually, wiping his mouth with Xiao Tian’s silver robe.

**”Ugh!”** The silver-robed youth grimaced but held back from retaliating.

The Zhulu Academy group scowled—this was far too dismissive! Defeated by him? What about the dozen broken bones? And what about that rare beast roasting over the fire?

**”Why did you eat the Golden-Eyed Dragon-Horned Lion?”** they demanded.

**”Because it tried to eat me first. So I ate it instead,”** the little rascal replied bluntly.

**”You—!”** Enraged, they stepped forward, ready for a fight.

**”Who’s scared of who? Bring it on!”** The little rascal stood up, cracking his knuckles.

**”Junior Sister Xia, does the Sky Mending Pavilion usually starve its disciples? Why are these kids acting like starving ghosts, blocking our entrance to feast on rare beasts?”** The War Goddess spoke, her body radiating light, her hair shimmering with a golden hue from her armor.

Xia Youyu was speechless. These juniors were far too bold. With a sigh, she said, **”They’re still young and reckless. Just laugh it off.”**

**”Laugh it off? That’s favoritism!”** In the distance, Tuoba Chuan and the others seethed. That was a priceless ancient rare beast—just eaten like that!

**”Little Rascal, I knew you’d stir up trouble,”** the War Goddess said, torn between anger and amusement. This kid had caused chaos from the Void God Realm to the Sky Mending Pavilion, and now here.

Xia Youyu relaxed, realizing the War Goddess wasn’t truly angry. **”You’ve gone too far. Even if you wanted to eat that mount, couldn’t you have picked a different spot? Wait—who told you to eat it in the first place?”**

**”Heh heh…”** The Genius Camp disciples all chuckled.

The War Goddess, her body glowing with sacred light, turned to Tuoba Chuan. **”I know you’re from the Tuoba Clan, with old grudges against the Sky Mending Pavilion. But you can’t go overboard here. Sparring shouldn’t involve breaking bones.”**

Many were intrigued. The Tuoba Clan was a legendary ancient family, once powerful enough to attempt founding a nation—until their guardian spirit was slain by a divine vine, shattering their ambitions. Now, they had regained strength, standing as a top-tier force.

**”Ah, no wonder this Tuoba Chuan holds such hostility,”** they murmured.

**”Senior Sisters, have some barbecue! It’s delicious—great for cultivation!”** The little rascal cheerfully offered Xia Youyu and the War Goddess some meat.

Both were speechless. This brat had the audacity to invite them to eat after causing such a scene!

With practiced ease, he sliced golden meat onto a plate and handed it over.

**”It really is tasty,”** Xia Youyu admitted, her black hair gleaming, her lips parting to reveal pearly teeth as she took a bite.

The War Goddess sampled a piece as well. **”Indeed. Packed with divine essence, and the flavor is excellent.”**

**”Gah—!”** Tuoba Chuan spat out blood in frustration.

**”If you like it, I’ll give you more!”** the little rascal offered.

**”Don’t be stingy—cut me half!”** the War Goddess demanded boldly.

**”What?! I haven’t even had my fill yet!”** he protested.

**”What, you won’t share?”** She arched a brow, her golden armor accentuating her stunning figure.

**”A worthy opponent! Demanding half right away—almost as greedy as me!”** he muttered under his breath.

**”What was that?”** she snapped.

**”Nothing! Just… maybe you should cut back? Watch your figure?”** he whispered.

The crowd gaped. Her body was flawless—slender waist, long legs, perfect curves.

**”No one’s ever dared say that to me!”** the War Goddess fumed.

Xia Youyu, elegant in white, chuckled—until the little rascal added, **”You too, Senior Sister. Time to slim down.”**

Her smile froze. **”This brat needs a spanking.”**

**”Explain. Where exactly are we ‘fat’?”** Both women were peerless beauties, and neither took kindly to such remarks.

**”So plump and still asking where?”** He mumbled, his eyes flicking to their ample chests and rounded hips.

Silence. Everyone stared, aghast.

Xia Youyu and the War Goddess were livid. **”You little—!”**

**”Run!”** He bolted as they gave chase.

**”Honesty hurts, but it’s good for you! You can’t silence the truth!”** he yelled, dodging their attacks.

**”Huniu’s figure is way better! You’re just in denial!”**

The two women flushed, acutely aware of every eye on them now.

**”You’re a menace!”**

**”You’re morally bankrupt!”**

They nearly summoned their treasures in fury.

**”Xiao Tian, back me up! Aren’t they a bit… plump?”** he called out.

The silver-robed youth stiffened, slowly turning his back—only to get smacked twice by the enraged women.

**”What are you looking at?!”**

**”Oww…”** He rubbed his forehead, cursing internally.

**”Qingfeng, tell the truth!”** the little rascal pressed.

The blushing Qingfeng covered his face, refusing to answer.

**”Stay still!”** The War Goddess, usually composed, was now red-faced and furious.

Xia Youyu, equally flustered, gave chase.

Forced to flee, the little rascal activated a divine technique—golden wings sprouted, boosting his speed dramatically.

Everyone stared in shock. Even the War Goddess couldn’t catch him!

**”Incredible… He must’ve mastered the Golden-Winged Great Peng’s divine ability!”** Xia Youyu marveled.

**”That’s our academy’s technique too. Come spar!”** the War Goddess challenged.

**”No way!”** He shook his head, then added, **”Ladies, it’s not too late to diet. Or you’ll end up like Fire Spirit—massive!”**

Just then, a graceful figure in crimson robes approached—Fire Spirit herself, tall and curvaceous despite her youth.

**”You little thief! I’ll kill you!”** she shrieked, having arrived just in time to hear the insult.

**”Three chubby girls in one place? Time to vanish!”** He fled.

**”Who started this?!”** All three women fumed.

**”Who’s provoking who here?!”** they shouted in unison.