Instructing Salas

Heaven Dou Imperial City, Spirit Saint Hall!

Salas lay on the bed with his head wrapped tightly in white gauze. There was no way around it; Long Xiaoyao's beating wasn't fake; it was real.

Salas was truly given a thorough beating from head to toe, and he did it right in front of many deacons of the Spirit Saint Hall. It's safe to say that Salas has become famous this time.

The leaders of all the major powers in the Heaven Dou Imperial City knew that he had been beaten up.

After all, such news cannot be hidden under the watchful eyes of everyone. Of course, there was no intention to hide it at all; this was something Lu Yuan originally wanted them to know.

The information Ning Fengzhi knew was also what Lu Yuan wanted him to know.

As for how it was done, it was actually very simple. Lu Yuan didn't do anything special; he just brought Ning Rongrong with him that day. As for the reason, there was no need for one. With just one word from Lu Yuan, Ning Rongrong came running. She couldn't be happier to be by Lu Yuan's side.

And then, by sheer coincidence, Ning Rongrong found out about everything that happened next.

Ning Rongrong is a simple-minded person; she can't keep secrets. As long as Ning Fengzhi asks her, he will know the information.

If Ning Fengzhi knew this information, it meant that Xue Ye also knew it, and Lu Yuan's goal would be achieved.

The whole thing was arranged very cleverly, so it wouldn't arouse any suspicion. If there was any flaw, it was that it indirectly took advantage of Ning Rongrong, exploiting her naivety and love for Lu Yuan.

Therefore, Lu Yuan still felt somewhat guilty towards Ning Rongrong. He had been very kind to her these past two days, accompanying her around the Dragon King Hall and even giving her a level six mental Defensive Soul Tool that could withstand mental attacks.

This led Ning Rongrong to believe that Lu Yuan had accepted her, and the smile on her face lingered for the Jiujiu two days.

Now, Lu Yuan has arrived at the Spirit Saint Hall.

"Salas!" Suddenly, a figure appeared in Salas's room. The figure was dressed in white, and a triangular object that shimmered with a brilliant blue light was spinning in its hand. A faint voice came from the figure's mouth.

"Who?" A voice suddenly rang out in the room, startling Salas. He shouted and quickly stood up, whereupon a figure in white came into view.

"Your His Highness the Holy Son?" Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, Salas was startled and quickly stood up, bowing slightly to Lu Yuan. "Greetings, Your His Highness the Holy Son."

"No need for formalities!" Looking at Salas, Lu Yuan said calmly, "Salas, after beating you to this state, do you harbor resentment towards me?"

Upon hearing Lu Yuan's words, Salas trembled and quickly said, "Your His Highness the Holy Son is joking. I dare not."

"It's not that you don't dare to, but that you don't, which means you have resentment in your heart?" Lu Yuan asked.

"I have no resentment in my heart," Salas quickly explained.

"No need to deny it. It's normal for you to hold a grudge after I beat you up for no reason. I'm not an unreasonable person." As Lu Yuan spoke, he gently waved his hand, and a dense white light enveloped Salas, which was the Pure Qi Divine Power.

However, Salas's injuries were completely healed in a short time.

"The Dragon Emperor's Soul Power contains extreme dark power, which is difficult for you to remove with your cultivation level, so your injuries will heal more slowly. That's why I helped you heal it," Lu Yuan said calmly.

"His Highness the Holy Son, Your His Highness the Holy Son are truly extraordinary." Salas flattered, and this time it wasn't just a perfunctory compliment, but a genuine expression of his astonishment at Lu Yuan's abilities.

He had tried to hire a healing Soul Master, but Long Xiaoyao's Soul Power Level was too high, so the healing effect was not very obvious. That's why he always kept his head wrapped in white gauze, because it would not look good to be beaten black and blue.

Lu Yuan stretched out his right hand, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand. He threw it towards Salas quickly caught it and held it in his palm.

"This jade bottle contains two Longevity Pills, each adding ten years to your life. Consider it compensation for the beating you suffered this time," Lu Yuan said softly.

"Longevity Pill?" Upon hearing this, Salas was overjoyed. He opened the jade bottle and saw that there were indeed two round pills inside. A fragrant aroma wafted out, and just one whiff made his mind clear and instantly refreshed.

"Thank you for your His Highness the Holy Son, Your Highness!" Salas quickly expressed his gratitude. This time, his resentment at being beaten for no reason completely disappeared. If being beaten once could add ten years to his life, Salas said he would do it again.

No, it means do it several more times.

His Highness the Holy Son is a kind and honest man. Sure enough, following him will bring you good fortune.

Salas thought to himself.

Seeing the undisguised joy on Salas's face, Lu Yuan remained calm. This was the way to manage people: reward them when they deserved it, and punish them when they deserved it. Salas had been beaten for no reason, so some necessary compensation was still required.

Otherwise, even if Salas appears obedient on the surface, he may harbor resentment in his heart. In the future, when he is given orders, he may be outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant. In fact, over time, it is not impossible for him to become disloyal and alienated.

Lu Yuan understood these things.

Giving Salas two Longevity Pill not only eliminated his resentment but also made him more loyal, which was undoubtedly worthwhile.

"By the way, Salas, there's something I need you to do," Lu Yuan said.

"Your His Highness the Holy Son, please give your orders, and I will certainly do my best to fulfill them," Salas said.

"The opponent for tomorrow's match has been decided. As for the day after tomorrow, I hope to play against the Elephant Armor Academy Team. Please make the arrangements." Lu Yuan's calm voice rang out.

"Yes, Your His Highness the Holy Son!" Salas nodded and said.

"I'll need your help to put on a show for that old man, Xue Ye. This shouldn't be too difficult for you," Lu Yuan said softly.

"Your His Highness the Holy Son, rest assured, I will not let you down, but..." Salas hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"But what?" Lu Yuan asked.

"However, if Elephant Armor Academy suffers a crushing defeat, it might not look good for that old fellow Huyan Zhen. As you know, he has always had a close relationship with our Spirit Hall; he's practically one of us, so..."

"So, he should be given some compensation." Lu Yuan continued the conversation.

"Your His Highness the Holy Son is wise," Salas said.

"Understood. Give this to him." A flash of light appeared in Lu Yuan's hand, and a piece of left arm bone appeared in his hand. It was the lowest quality of the twelve Soul Bone in his possession, with an age of only eight thousand years. This was the piece that Lu Yuan had always looked down on.

Fortunately, this time it can be used as compensation for Huyan Zhen.