Tang San and Flender Fall Out? Python Revolver!

Morning.

Tang Lan held a Python Revolver in each hand, having forged them just last night.

Compared to an Automatic Pistol, a Revolver had a simpler structure.

It was easier to make and easier to operate.

Once the gunpowder was prepared and the Bullets loaded, it could be used.

"Brother, what is this?" Xiao Wu asked curiously.

"Once I finish it later, I'll give it to you as a toy," Tang Lan said indulgently.

—He wasn't a miser like Tang San.

Xiao Wu answered with a brilliant smile.

She did not know what it was for, but as long as Tang Lan gave it to her, she liked it.

As they stepped outside,

the door to Rose No. 2 opened as well, and Tang San emerged with dark circles under his eyes.

Who knew whether Tang Lan's blacksmithing had kept him awake, or whether he had lost sleep thinking about the Crystal Plate Ore.

Tang Lan took out a money pouch from Blue King.

"Here. Three hundred Gold Soul Coins. It's all yours."

Tang San's eyes lit up!

"Thank you, Brother! I'll pay you back as soon as I can!"

"You go on to Shrek Academy first. I'll head over later!"

He dashed away at full speed.

Tang Lan laughed to himself.

If not for the BUFF that said, "The culprit will definitely be caught if he returns to the scene," he really would have wanted to follow along and watch the show.

Tang San's expression would surely be wonderful once he found out his reserved treasure was gone!

"Brother, why did he borrow so much money?" Xiao Wu asked unhappily. "You've given him plenty over the years, and now this too..."

"Alright, he is my little brother after all." Tang Lan soothed her. "Come on, let's go register at Shrek Academy."

Xiao Wu pouted, her face full of displeasure.

After going downstairs,

they found that yesterday's receptionist was gone, replaced by two newcomers.

They checked out.

Before they had gone far, they heard the receptionists whispering among themselves.

"That commotion last night was really something."

"Tell me about it. It sounded like thunder."

"It went on all night. That woman could still walk normally afterward—she really was a Soul Master!"

Uh.

Had they mistaken the sound of forging for something else?

Xiao Wu's cheeks flushed red as she shot Tang Lan a glare.

"It's all Brother's fault! Why were you forging in the middle of the night?"

Tang Lan shrugged.

He took Xiao Wu to a shop, bought the materials for gunpowder, and mixed up a batch on the spot.

He took out the forged Cartridge Cases and loaded them with Gunpowder and Primers.

A fireable Python Revolver was born on Douluo Continent.

The host has caused Tang San and Flender to fall out, seizing a small amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Soul Ring Age +50"!

Oh-ho!

It seemed Tang San's side was getting rather lively.

Tang Lan handed one Python Revolver to Xiao Wu.

"Here, your new toy."

"It's similar to Little Sanzi's Sleeve Arrow. Disengage the safety, point the muzzle at your target, and pull this Trigger."

With such foolproof operation, Xiao Wu quickly got the hang of it.

She pointed the muzzle at the ground and pulled the Trigger.

Bang!

A Bullet shot out, drilling a finger-sized hole into the stone slab, so deep that its bottom could not be seen.

Generally speaking,

ordinary Bullets had a hard time penetrating stone slabs.

But Tang Lan had used Armor-Piercing Bullets, and the material was Hundred Refined Steel.

Its hardness alone far exceeded that of stone slabs.

Penetrating one was only natural.

—Unfortunately, Thousand Refined Steel was too heavy, affecting firing speed and range.

That was the kind of freedom one had after mastering the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.

"Wow!" Xiao Wu cried. "Brother! You loaded six arrows just now. Does that mean it can fire six times?"

"Yeah. These are called Bullets."

Xiao Wu excitedly kept pulling the Trigger.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Five more holes appeared in the ground.

"Brother! This toy of yours is so much stronger than that Sleeve Arrow!"

"Tang San's can only fire one shot, and he has to keep it on him at all times."

"It's completely useless."

Xiao Wu thought very highly of the Python Revolver.

This also indirectly proved the possibility of firearms replacing hidden weapons.

Seeing that Xiao Wu liked it,

Tang Lan simply took out a pile of Bullets and had her store them in her Storage Belt—the one he had gotten from Yu Xiaogang and given to Xiao Wu.

"The Python Revolver is different from the Sleeve Arrow. Bullets can be chambered at any time without worrying about damaging the mechanisms."

"Just remember to keep the safety on normally."

"And..."

After teaching her some basic knowledge, the two arrived at Shrek Academy.

It looked run-down from the outside, like some place that existed to swindle people.

Yet a long line had still formed at its gates.

Because anyone who graduated from here could become a Viscount.

They would also become well-known at Spirit Hall.

Quite a few people had come because of its reputation.

Interestingly,

Shrek Academy's graduation requirement was to reach level 40 and become a Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster before the age of twenty.

Tang Lan was already level 40. As long as he obtained a Soul Ring, he could advance to become a Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster.

Would he graduate the moment he enrolled?

"Brother, are we really enrolling here?" Xiao Wu asked disdainfully. "Let's go to Notting Noble Academy instead. This place is way too shabby!"

In other words, abandon Tang San?

That was absolutely impossible!

The Shrek Seven Devils were Tang San's right-hand men on his path to becoming a God King.

He had to seize that Luck.

"Since we're here, we might as well settle in. Let's register and take a look first," Tang Lan reassured her.

Though Xiao Wu was still unhappy, she obediently nodded.

Tang Lan swept his gaze across the crowd,

and spotted two familiar figures—Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong!

As if sensing something, Zhu Zhuqing turned around and met Tang Lan's eyes.

A flicker of delight flashed through her cool gaze!

He had come after all!

As for Ning Rongrong,

Tang Lan silently activated Spirit Bestowal. Ning Rongrong immediately turned around, her gaze locking onto Tang Lan.

Her eyes were filled with confusion.

Then,

without hesitation, she walked straight over.

"What Martial Soul do you have?" Ning Rongrong asked bluntly. "Release it and let me see."

With such a clear objective, she obviously had a suspicion already.

Still,

that tone was truly domineering!

Ning Rongrong had yet to be taught a lesson by society, and her Princess temper was genuinely awful.

Before Tang Lan could say anything, Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips and stepped forward.

"Who are you? Who gave you the right to order my Brother around the moment you showed up?"

Ning Rongrong looked impatient.

This Princess is looking for a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Why are you getting in my way?

Just as she was about to lose her temper,

a commotion broke out at the front of the line.

"You're scamming people!"

"Give me back my tuition!"

Shrek's admission requirements were extremely strict.

Applicants had to be no older than twelve, and their Soul Power Level had to be at least level 21.

Some who fell just short would still come to try and bluff their way through.

Once exposed,

they would be like this person before them, demanding their tuition back.

But Shrek's Dean, Flender, was so poor that he had to open a shop to support the academy.

Could Gold Soul Coins that had already entered his hands possibly be returned?

Absolutely not!

"Mubai, someone wants their tuition refunded," examiner Li Yusong called out directly.

Dai Mubai released his three Soul Rings, frightening off the troublemaker.

But Li Yusong was an honest man.

He still stood up and explained Shrek's outrageous admission standards.

"So if you came without understanding them, you're only here to donate your registration fee."

"Our Shrek Academy is a Monster Academy. We only accept Monsters."

"Those who do not qualify should leave voluntarily."

As he spoke,

he activated his Martial Soul, and six Soul Rings—white, yellow, purple, purple, purple, and black—rose beneath his feet.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

Was that the caliber of a mid-level academy?

Even at advanced academies, a Six-Ring Soul Emperor was considered a backbone!

Quite a few people immediately backed down, and the line advanced by a large stretch.

Dai Mubai also spotted Tang Lan and Xiao Wu among the crowd.

His gaze sharpened!