Tang San's Questioning

Du Cheng merely glanced at the items before choosing to take them all:

After all, the wager had been the bracelet. To some extent, the things inside it were part of it too.

Besides, without a Soul Tool, it would be inconvenient for Tang San to carry so many things. This time, he, Du, would consider it a righteous act of assistance.

Tang San did not pay much attention to Du Cheng's actions. In fact, he had already fallen into a state of near-collapse.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

With an angry roar, Tang San actually disregarded his injuries and scrambled straight up from the ground:

"Teacher said that the maximum age for a soul master's First Soul Ring can only be 423 years. How could you possibly have a Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"

"Teacher?"

"Right!"

"Teacher!"

He muttered blankly to himself a few times before suddenly turning and running in another direction:

At a time like this, of course he needed to ask his teacher.

"Cheng Gege, Tang San won't be all right, will he?"

Watching Tang San's departing figure, Zhu Zhuqing's face showed a trace of concern:

"If something happens to him, will it cause trouble for you?"

"It'll be fine."

Knowing that Zhu Zhuqing was worried about him, Du Cheng smiled slightly:

"That guy cherishes his own life far more than you can imagine. Besides, don't forget that he has such a 'good teacher.'"

"That's true."

Hearing Du Cheng's words, Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment, then looked disdainfully in the direction Tang San had left:

It would be one thing if he were ugly and scheming, but his ability to handle setbacks is so poor too. How could someone like that become Cheng Gege's roommate?

"All right, how Tang San is doing isn't something we should concern ourselves with."

Du Cheng handed the bracelet to Zhu Zhuqing, his expression exceptionally calm:

"This is a Space Soul Guidance Device. It happens to be just right for you."

Du Cheng had noticed that Zhu Zhuqing did not have a Space Soul Guidance Device when he saw her tie two short daggers to her wrists in Douluo Forest.

Thinking about it carefully, that was only normal. A pretty little girl walking around outside with a guidance device—wouldn't she be a legendary "fat sheep" in some people's eyes?

"This, I..."

Zhu Zhuqing could not help but freeze as she looked at the bracelet Du Cheng was offering:

Given her experience, of course she knew how precious a Soul Tool was.

"Cheng Gege, this is too valuable."

She glanced at Du Cheng before continuing:

"Why don't you give it to Xiao Wu? I..."

"I already have one."

Before Zhu Zhuqing could finish speaking, Xiao Wu took the initiative to show off her own bracelet:

"Zhu Jiejie, you don't need to be so polite. Cheng Gege gave this one to me too."

"That's right."

Hearing Xiao Wu's words, Du Cheng nodded as well:

"Since you've called me 'Cheng Gege,' I naturally have to show something in return."

"Besides, you and Xiao Wu are actually the same in my heart."

So that's how it is...

As soon as Du Cheng spoke, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes involuntarily lit up:

Xiao Wu and I are the same in his heart. Does that mean...

But after only a brief turn of thought, Zhu Zhuqing's face gradually began to redden.

On Douluo Continent, it was extremely normal for the strong to have more than a dozen wives.

As Dai Mubai's fiancée, Zhu Zhuqing had been taught from a young age that she had to accept other "sisters."

It was precisely because of this that, after hearing Du Cheng's words, Zhu Zhuqing felt her heartbeat begin to accelerate rapidly:

"Thank you, Cheng Gege."

After thanking him in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, Zhu Zhuqing put the bracelet on her wrist:

"Don't worry, Cheng Gege. I will take good care of this bracelet."

After speaking, Zhu Zhuqing actually clumsily imitated Xiao Wu and grabbed one of Du Cheng's arms:

Since our positions in your heart are the same, then I can definitely do this too, right?

Ding! The bond between Host and Zhu Zhuqing has reached 25. An Intermediate Lottery can be conducted at 30.

"Hahahaha, as long as you like it."

Feeling a faintly cool fragrance rush into his nostrils, Du Cheng could not help but curl his lips upward:

Many thanks, Tang San. Many thanks, Master. Without you two, there would be no Du today!

As his thoughts turned, Du Cheng even considered whether he should buy some fruit to visit Master:

After all, judging from Tang San's earlier reaction, that man should indeed have been injured.

In truth, Master's condition was even worse than Du Cheng had imagined.

As a soul master with little offensive power, Master's strength was actually far below that of others at the same level.

During the trip to Douluo Forest, in order to display his strength, Master had forced himself to exchange a few blows with the Mandala Snake.

Yet even so, he had still been poisoned by the snake without any surprise. Later, when leaving the forest, he had suffered some minor injuries because he was too weak.

That was why, as soon as he returned to Notting Academy, Master had gone back to his room to treat his wounds and rest.

What made Master rather uncomfortable was that Tang San had disappeared after returning:

As his disciple, shouldn't he be attending to his teacher at a time like this?

Bang!

Just as Master was pondering this, the door was violently shoved open from outside:

"Teacher!"

"Little San."

Seeing Tang San rush in with an anxious expression, Master froze for a moment before showing a trace of gratification:

"Teacher is fine. You don't need to worry so much."

As he spoke, Master even gave Tang San a broad smile:

I misunderstood this child. He really is...

"Teacher, didn't you say that the age of a First Soul Ring could only reach around four hundred years at most?"

Ignoring Master's increasingly stunned expression, Tang San continued questioning him:

"Why can someone's First Soul Ring reach a thousand years?"

"Wh... That's impossible!"

As Tang San's words left his mouth, Master could not even bother caring about the intense pain still coming from his body.

He abruptly sat upright in bed, his face filled with shock:

"The strength of the soul ring a soul master can withstand is related to their physical body. To contain a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, that is absolutely not something an ordinary level-ten soul apprentice can do."

Though his strength was average, Master was still very confident in his knowledge.

His gaze falling onto Tang San, Master continued:

"Little San, could it be that you heard someone's nonsense, and that's why..."

"Of course not."

Hearing Master's words, a trace of disappointment flashed through Tang San's eyes:

It seems this teacher isn't as reliable as he makes himself out to be!

"I saw the Thousand-Year Soul Ring with my own eyes. It absolutely cannot be fake."

Thinking of how Du Cheng had knocked him to the ground with a single strike, Tang San's mouth twitched:

If it hadn't been a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, how could he have defeated me so easily?