Unleash the Soul Rings! Black, Black, Black!

"Brother! Over here!"

Xiao Wu snapped him out of his thoughts. He walked over and stopped in the empty spot beside her.

"Brother, how's the new toy coming along?" Xiao Wu asked expectantly.

Tang Lan took out an Uzi and handed it to Xiao Wu.

"This thing packs far more punch than the Python Revolver. Don't point it at people."

"Okay, Brother! Let me try it!"

Unable to put it down, Xiao Wu kept the muzzle pointed at the ground and pulled the trigger!

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

After a burst of rapid fire, the Uzi was empty.

The ground was now riddled with dense bullet holes.

Everyone stared in stunned disbelief!

Tang Lan, however, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He needed to build an ammunition production line.

Otherwise, with this rate of fire, hammering them out by hand was far too inefficient.

Tang Lan glanced at Ning Rongrong. The light in her eyes was gradually beginning to bloom.

—For the production line, he would have to rely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Brother!" Xiao Wu said excitedly. "That was so thrilling! Where are the bullets? Give them to me!"

Tang Lan took out a box of 9mm Bullets, exactly one hundred rounds.

"I haven't made many bullets. Collect the cartridge cases afterward."

Making armor-piercing bullets from hundred-forged steel was a real pain.

"Brother, let me do it."

Tang San stepped forward voluntarily.

He activated Mystic Jade Hand, swept his hand over the bullet holes, and used Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon to draw out the cartridge cases.

After collecting every last one, he handed them to Tang Lan.

Tang Lan did not reach for them. Instead, he pulled out a stack of blueprints.

"You keep them."

"These are the blueprints for the Python Revolver and the Uzi."

"Familiarize yourself with them, then try making some bullets and see whether they fit."

Tang San's eyes lit up!

He accepted the blueprints.

And with them, he accepted the grueling task of making bullets.

It was foreseeable that

Tang San's cultivation progress would be delayed yet again.

Perfect!

Nearby, Ning Rongrong stared intently at the stack of blueprints!

Her heart stirred uncontrollably!

If not for last night's "lesson," she would already have spoken up and asked to buy those blueprints.

But now...

She was a little afraid of Tang Lan.

And she had more or less guessed what Tang Lan's identity might be.

She planned to write home to her father later.

She would let her father negotiate in person.

"Why doesn't this one have a cylinder?" Xiao Wu asked curiously. "How do you load the bullets, then?"

Tang Lan taught Xiao Wu how to eject the magazine and press the bullets in one by one.

Once it was loaded, she switched off the safety.

Flender arrived at the training ground right on time.

Xiao Wu hurriedly stored the Uzi in her Storage Soul Tool.

Flender was not bruised or swollen, but he did have two black eyes.

It was hard not to laugh.

But under the pressure of the Dean's authority, most of them could only hold it in, their bodies trembling.

Only Ning Rongrong was utterly unrestrained, smiling at the corners of her lips.

Flender's face darkened, but he could not lose his temper over it.

He could only pretend not to see.

"Each of you, pay Teacher Li 100 Gold Soul Coins for tuition."

He paused.

Then Flender changed the subject—

"A Soul Master's physical fitness is the foundation of everything."

"Run around the academy. Battle Soul Masters, forty laps. Support Soul Masters, twenty laps."

"If you haven't finished before dinner, then don't eat."

Everyone froze!

Shrek Academy was not small. If they had to run that much...

It would kill them!

"No problem!" Ning Rongrong was unexpectedly the first to respond.

"Good." Flender nodded. "Dai Mubai, you lead them. Tang Lan, stay behind."

"Yes."

Dai Mubai replied listlessly and took the lead in running off.

The others could only follow.

Aside from Tang Lan, who had been singled out to stay, Tang San did not run either.

Flender frowned at Tang San. What was with him?

Even with Haotian Mianxia looking after him, Flender would not go easy on him when it was time for discipline!

Tang San's expression became somewhat awkward.

He had not expected this big liar to be Shrek's Dean.

If not for Li Yusong and Zhao Wuji's ranks proving that this academy had some substance—

And the fact that his teacher had strongly recommended it—

Tang San would have wanted to leave already.

He reached into his robes, took out a letter, and handed it to Flender.

"This is a letter my teacher, Yu Xiaogang, wrote to you."

Flender's angry expression froze!

Yu Xiaogang?

He hurriedly opened the letter and read through it at a glance.

"Hahaha—"

"You've finally stopped hiding from me?"

"Good, good, good!"

He laughed heartily for a while.

Seeing Tang San, Flender's attitude softened somewhat out of affection for Yu Xiaogang.

"That ore yesterday really was stolen in the middle of the night."

"Though I, Flender, love money, since I've accepted your reservation fee, I won't go back on my word."

Tang San gave a noncommittal salute.

"Then I'll go run. If I'm any later, I won't be able to catch up."

Flender stared at Tang San for several seconds.

He gave a slight nod and let him leave.

His gaze shifted to Tang Lan.

"Little Sanzi is a bit childish. Please don't take offense."

Tang Lan apologized first—

"To buy that ore, it was the first time in six years that he asked to borrow money from me. I hope Dean Flender can understand."

Flender waved a hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further.

It was a muddled account, impossible to sort out.

"Xiaogang mentioned some of your circumstances in his letter."

"Along with what Zhao Wuji told me about your exchange yesterday."

"Your Blue Silver Grass Soul Rings aren't of ordinary quality, are they?"

As expected of Flender—his mind was sharp.

Shrek's facilities might have been lacking, but its teaching staff was top-tier.

Since Tang Hao had his back anyway, Tang Lan did not hide it.

He withdrew the Blue Silver Domain's disguise and directly revealed his Soul Rings—

Black!

Black!

Black!

Flender's pupils contracted, his eyes widening to their absolute limit!

Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The first, second, and third Soul Rings were all fucking Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!!!

This was utterly absurd!

Was this something a human could even accomplish?

Was this still a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?

His head buzzed, and for a moment, he had no idea how to react.

Fortunately.

Tang Lan thoughtfully displayed his Soul Bone as well.

That Hundred Thousand Year aura made Flender's head buzz all over again!

—Haotian Mianxia was truly willing to spend!

After quite a while, he finally recovered, pressing a hand to his chest as he suppressed his racing heart.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone did indeed provide an immense boost to one's physique.

But it should not have been enough to let one's First Soul Ring reach the Ten Thousand Year level.

Otherwise, could the Upper Three Sects, Spirit Hall, and the Two Great Empires not scrape together a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

Yet no one had ever started out with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

But then Flender thought of Tang Hao, the Haotian Mianxia who had hammered the Pope into the ground.

And it all made sense.

It was not impossible; he simply did not know Tang Hao's level.

Besides, this Blue Silver Grass was also a mutated Martial Soul, so that should have given it some additional advantages, right?

But no matter what, this was beyond his ability to handle.

"Put them away. Even within the academy, just use the optimal Soul Ring configuration."

Flender sighed in amazement—

"Three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!"

"No wonder! No wonder!"

"No wonder your level is so high!"

"No wonder Zhao Wuji had to use fifty percent of his strength just to break free from your Life Spirit Blue Silver Grass!"

"Anyone who isn't more than twenty levels above you, once entangled by the Life Spirit Blue Silver Grass, will never be able to break free through brute force alone!"

"They must use a high-level assault-type soul skill to escape!"

"You can invisibly drain a huge amount of your opponent's Soul Power. You gain the upper hand from the very first step, and then keep it at every step after!"

"Zhao Wuji's loss was not unjustified."

The praise made Tang Lan a little embarrassed.

"If you know how to talk, then talk some more."

That playful remark made Flender burst into laughter.

This older brother was far more pleasing to the eye than the younger one.

Then his expression turned solemn.

He said, "."

Over 10,000 words in five chapters. Another two to four chapters will be posted at 11 p.m. tonight. Thanks, brothers, for your subscription support!