Zhu Zhuqing's Explosive Measurements! Misleading Tang San onto the Wrong Path!

After careful thought, Zhao Wuji gave his answer—

"If it could really be done, even if the power were cut in half, I still wouldn't be able to block it!"

"The eyes have an External Soul Bone. Otherwise, even for a Titled Douluo, they're a fatal weakness."

"If you can catch them off guard, it's not impossible."

Tang San's eyes lit up!

Unfortunately,

his Purple Demon Eyes really could see that far!

Tang Lan was also surprised.

He had fallen into a mental blind spot as well.

With a devastating weapon like the Barrett in hand, who would still consider weaknesses?

As long as it hit,

no matter where, it could blast someone into two pieces.

Then,

Tang Lan took out a sheet of paper and quickly drew the M3 Optical 10x Super Scope.

He then took out the Barrett blueprint and handed both to Tang San.

"After seeing Xiao Ao's telescope, I modified it into a scope that can magnify objects around ten times."

"Little Sanzi, you're good with your hands. You can forge it."

"With this, you can see the target from 6800 Meters away and carry out ultra-long-range sniping."

"If you can train until you can hit an eye from 6800 Meters away, then Little Sanzi, you'll count as a Titled Douluo."

"Uh..."

"Sniper Douluo?"

Sniper Douluo?

It sounded like a fantasy to everyone.

But upon careful thought,

was it actually possible?

At that moment,

their worldview collapsed, and their eyes were filled with confusion.

If a Soul Tool could make someone a Titled Douluo,

then what were they working so hard to cultivate for?

As the Dean, Flender immediately noticed something was wrong.

"What are you all thinking?"

Flender rebuked them—

"Soul Tools are ultimately external objects, and this Barrett can only be used for sneak attacks."

"In a real confrontation, it might not even be able to kill a defensive Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster!"

"Besides, is hitting someone in the eye from 6800 Meters away any easier than cultivating?"

Flender's words struck them like a blow to the head.

Dai Mubai and the others suddenly came to their senses.

Yet when they looked at Tang Lan, their gazes were still full of unconcealed admiration.

He cultivated quickly, possessed exceptional talent, and even the Soul Tools he created were this absurdly powerful.

Compared to him,

though they were all geniuses too, why did they look like they were merely here to make up the numbers?

The late-arriving Ma Hongjun broke the strange atmosphere.

"Huh? Did I miss something?" he asked curiously.

This enraged Flender!

Look at how outstanding they were!

Then look at you—you could barely even get up early!

"Ma Hongjun! Starting today, you'll also wear 500 jin of weight! You're not allowed to take it off even when you sleep!!!"

"Ah, no, Dean!"

"600 jin!!!"

Ma Hongjun did not dare plead any further. He covered his mouth, his face bitter.

He might have arrived last,

but he had not been late!

He was being punished even though he was on time?

But Flender was his master, and Ma Hongjun had no room to refuse.

"Let's begin the morning lesson."

"Tang San, Xiao Lan, forge a set of weights for everyone."

"Discuss the exact weight among yourselves."

Tang Lan and Tang San nodded in agreement.

The next moment,

everyone except Ning Rongrong crowded around Tang Lan.

"Lan-ge, forge me a set weighing 200 jin," Oscar said awkwardly.

"I want 1000 jin!" Dai Mubai declared confidently.

"Lan-ge, I'll leave my 600 jin to you." Ma Hongjun looked miserable.

"Sect Master, I want 1000 jin as well." Zhu Zhuqing's tone was firm.

Tang Lan's eye twitched.

Tang San was right over there, yet none of them had even glanced at him?

He was not going to fight Tang San over this laborious job.

"Zhu Zhuqing, stay. I'll teach you Lingbo Microstep while I'm at it."

"Mu Bai, you all go find Little Sanzi."

The favoritism could not have been more obvious.

Yet,

even Dai Mubai could not say much about it—after all, Zhu Zhuqing was now Tang Sect Third Disciple.

So they went over to Tang San instead.

Seeing Tang San's dark expression, they felt a little embarrassed.

Tang Lan ignored that side.

He took out a measuring tape and handed it to Xiao Wu, signaling for her to measure Zhu Zhuqing's dimensions.

—Although Tang Lan had wanted to do it himself, he still had to mind appearances.

He pulled out the forging table and prepared to start hammering.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong came over.

"Brother Tang Lan, can you forge some weights for me too?"

Tang Lan glanced at her with a teasing look.

"Didn't you hate me?"

Ning Rongrong smiled openly.

"Lan-ge, you're such a magnanimous person. You surely won't hold it against a girl like me."

"And can I join your Tang Sect too?"

"I really want to learn those Self-Created Soul Skills as well!"

Hmm?

Tang Lan finally looked at Ning Rongrong seriously, unable to understand what she was trying to do.

A sect was not a place one could enter and leave freely.

Joining required the sect's consent, and leaving required the sect's permission too!

Otherwise, it would be treated as betrayal.

Even if she could hide in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for the rest of her life, her reputation would be ruined.

"You're the little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Why join my penniless Tang Sect?" Tang Lan probed.

Ning Rongrong curled her lips.

"Whether it's your talent, Self-Created Soul Skills, or Soul Tools, none of them can be called penniless."

"As for money..."

"I can ask my father to lend the sect some money."

"Lan-ge can use those Soul Tools as collateral."

"What do you think?"

There was such a good deal?

Start-up capital was indeed very important to the Tang Sect.

"You'd better think this through," Tang Lan confirmed again. "Once you enter the Tang Sect, it will be difficult for you to leave in the future and become the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"I can do both," Ning Rongrong said decisively. "If that doesn't work, I'll have my father make another heir."

She was truly determined to join the Tang Sect!

Or rather,

to follow Tang Lan?

Only a fool would turn down a bargain. Tang Lan readily agreed.

"Fine. Then become my disciple."

This time, Ning Rongrong did not put on airs. She placed her right hand over her shoulder and formally performed a disciple's salute to Tang Lan.

"Very good!"

"From now on, you are the Tang Sect Fourth Disciple."

"I'll give you this Uzi as a gift for joining the sect."

Ning Rongrong took the Uzi and could not bear to put it down.

But she had learned her lesson this time and held out her hand to Tang Lan again.

"Sect Master, shouldn't you give me more Bullets?"

Tang Lan simply spread his hands.

"I haven't made many Bullets either. If you want more..."

"Go bring your father here. These Soul Tools can be sold in bulk to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up!

"Wonderful!"

"I'll send word right away!"

Lifting her skirt, she sprinted off at full speed.

She had even forgotten about learning Lingbo Microstep.

After running some distance, she stopped again.

She called to Flender, "Dean, I'll have my father invest in the academy. I'll be right back~"

Oh?

Yesterday, she had called him Flender this and Flender that. Today, she knew to add an honorific.

And she was even offering investment!

Flender nodded happily.

"Go on. I'll give you the morning off."

With money involved, everything was easy to handle for him.

"Thank you, Dean!" Ning Rongrong took off running again.

At this moment,

Xiao Wu brought Zhu Zhuqing's measurements over and handed them to Tang Lan.

He lowered his head to look.

Whoa!

80D, 54, 79, height 161 cm.

No matter how he looked at it,

that did not resemble the figure an eleven-year-old girl should have.

"Hmph! You like it a lot, don't you?" Xiao Wu said through gritted teeth. "I'll keep growing too."

"What did you say in the second half?" Tang Lan asked. "I didn't hear it clearly."

How could Xiao Wu dare say it loudly?

She glared at Tang Lan and ran off to get the Barrett.

Tang Lan shrugged.

He took several metal ingots of different colors from Blue King, stacked them together, and began hammering them furiously.

Tang Lan's Nine Yang Divine Skill circulated automatically, leaving him idle most of the time.

He had researched quite a few alloy formulas.

The alloy he was forging now had good malleability and toughness, while also having a small volume and high density.

It was perfect for making weights.

Since the metal ingots were already prepared,

After a set of Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer techniques, the wrist guards, shoes, belt, and vest were all finished.

When Zhu Zhuqing returned after putting them on, her speed had noticeably slowed.

"Teacher Zhao, ease up on the gravity," Tang Lan called out. "You need some speed to train movement techniques."

Zhao Wuji cooperatively reduced his Soul Power and walked over to Flender.

"You're just going to watch that brat lure the students into that Tang Sect of his?"

"An academy and a sect don't conflict." Flender said indifferently, "We've never interfered with our students' choices. Little Nine is in Spirit Hall now—he should be a Branch Hall Master by this point, right?"

Zhao Wuji's expression turned somewhat complicated at that.

That student had been highly talented, but his temperament was far too utilitarian.

He had joined Spirit Hall for fame and profit. Although he had helped recommend Shrek, Zhao Wuji still disliked him.

"Forget that ungrateful wretch. I don't acknowledge him as my student." Zhao Wuji asked, "Then can we teachers also freely choose a sect?"

Flender had been watching Tang Lan teach Lingbo Microstep.

He took off his glasses, turned around, and stared at Zhao Wuji.

"You want to join Xiao Lan's Tang Sect too?"

"Don't tell me you don't." Zhao Wuji shot back. "The Undying Imprint Technique can weaken soul skills and convert them into Soul Power. It could raise my defense by over thirty percent!"

Thirty percent for a Seven-Ring Soul Sage!

To Zhao Wuji, that was an improvement greater than even a soul bone.

Flender fell silent.

Not to mention—

He was also deeply tempted by Lingbo Microstep.

And Tang Lan's scorching Soul Power.

Unlike the Yan attribute of the Thunder Flame Haotian Hammer, it was pure, unyielding yang energy, as blazing and righteous as the sun.

If nothing unexpected happened—

It should be some sort of high-level Soul Power Path.

He glanced at Ma Hongjun, and a thought formed in his mind.

What if—

Ma Hongjun could cultivate this Soul Power Path?

Would the evil fire within him be consumed on its own?

Tang Lan had no idea that the Dean was coveting his techniques as well.

At that moment—

He stood closely behind Zhu Zhuqing, guiding her through the positions of the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching in sequence.

From the first step to the last, she completed one full circuit around Zhao Wuji.

At the same time—

He used the scorching Inner Force of his Nine Yang Divine Skill to guide Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power through the unique internal circulation of Lingbo Microstep.

And he explained it beside Zhu Zhuqing's ear.

"Lingbo Microstep uses movement to cultivate internal power. Traversing all sixty-four hexagrams with your steps forms one full cycle, and your Soul Power must complete one cycle as well."

"Refine your Soul Power into Inner Force. After that, every time you complete a circuit, your footwork and Inner Force will improve a little."

"With added weight and gravity, you can cultivate your physique, Soul Power, and movement technique at the same time."

The more Zhu Zhuqing listened, the more captivated she became.

There was actually such a "convenient" way to cultivate?

Three paths at once—it was unheard of!

Especially that compressed Inner Force. Though it lacked Tang Lan's scorching heat, its quality far surpassed Soul Power.

It was exceptionally compatible with Lingbo Microstep.

The longer she walked, the faster she became. The longer she walked, the more energized she felt!

Training felt sweeter than honey.

There was none of the usual torment and agony of physical conditioning.

Cultivation could be done like this?

At that moment, Tang Lan's standing in Zhu Zhuqing's heart had already surpassed every other man.

Dai Mubai?

That coward was not even worthy of carrying Sect Leader's shoes!

Tang Lan was somewhat surprised as he watched Zhu Zhuqing gradually find her rhythm.

Among all his techniques, Lingbo Microstep was one of the easiest to learn.

But it still had a threshold.

Back then—

When Xiao Wu practiced it, she had taken half a day just to grasp the basics.

After practicing with Tang Lan for another two days, she had finally been able to step through the positions independently.

For Zhu Zhuqing to get started so quickly, her talent was quite good.

A while later—

Ning Rongrong came jogging over, fine sweat covering her forehead.

"Sent, sent it out!"

"If nothing goes wrong, it'll, it'll arrive in three days!"

That was pretty efficient.

Tang Lan took Ning Rongrong's hand, making her body stiffen!

Why is this Sect Leader getting handsy again?

But once the scorching Inner Force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill entered her body—

Her previously ragged breathing quickly calmed.

The sweat on her body evaporated as well.

Tang Lan repeated the process, standing close behind Ning Rongrong.

"Clear your mind and focus. I'll teach you Lingbo Microstep now."

"Compared to Zhu Qing, a Support Soul Master like you needs this life-saving skill even more."

Ning Rongrong's expression sharpened!

She settled her thoughts and focused on learning.

The more she learned, the more shocked she became!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also had Soul Power Paths.

She knew Ning Fengzhi's, Gu Rong's, and Chen Xin's.

But none of them were as miraculous as Lingbo Microstep!

Using movement to cultivate internal power?

It practically numbed her with shock!

There had never been such a genius idea!

Internal cultivation, external cultivation, and movement techniques advancing side by side—who would dare imagine that?

No wonder Tang Lan was only twelve, yet his physique, Soul Power, and movement technique were all so monstrous.

But now—

It was not too late for Ning Rongrong to learn it as well!

Though Ning Rongrong did not learn as quickly as Zhu Zhuqing, she had memorized it thoroughly after one morning.

She could follow behind Zhu Zhuqing, stepping through her positions as she practiced.

Tang Lan was thus freed up.

He pulled Tang San over and began filling his head with "ideas."

"The Barrett has powerful single-target attacks, but it also places high demands on its user."

"I'm thinking of combining it with the Uzi to create a battlefield reaper."

"Using the mechanisms from your hidden weapons, could you create a weapon that automatically reloads, fires from multiple barrels, and causes large-scale damage?"

Tang Lan's goal was clear: steer him toward a Gatling Gun.

The technologies were all readily available.

The Barrett's power, the Uzi's rapid fire, and the mechanical reloading mechanisms of hidden weapons.

Tang San made a few quick connections, and light flashed in his eyes!

Just imagining it was enough to know that it would be a life-harvesting machine!

"No problem, leave it to me!" Tang San said confidently. "Brother, before Sect Leader Ning arrives, I'll definitely bring it into existence!"

Tang Lan nodded in satisfaction.

Tang San had finally taken the bait!

The more time he spent on research and development, the more his cultivation would naturally fall behind.

Wonderful!

"Oh, right."

Tang Lan continued piling it on—

"Firearm Soul Tools have simple structures and are easy to imitate."

"Little Sanzi, the self-destruct mechanism in your hidden weapons—"

Tang San smiled.

He pulled out a Python Revolver from his chest and handed it to Tang Lan.

"I thought of that long ago. I've already added a self-destruct mechanism to this Python Revolver."

"It's installed inside the solid parts of the barrel and cylinder. If anyone tries to dismantle it, it will destroy the core mechanism."

Tang Lan took the Python Revolver and casually dismantled it.

Crack—

Sizzle—

Amid the piercing sound of metal grinding, the entire gun directly fell apart.

Tang Lan raised an eyebrow.

That was a little too simple for Tang San.

Then he would raise the difficulty!

"Firearm Soul Tools have simple structures. Especially this Python Revolver—even without taking it apart, someone can replicate it through trial and error with enough time."

"There is little point in installing a self-destruct mechanism on the weapon itself."

"My idea is—"

"To work on the bullets."

"Could you install a self-destruct mechanism inside the bullets? Even if it weakens their power somewhat, that's fine."

"Protecting the Propellant Formula is what matters."

"That way, even if Firearm Soul Tools flood the entire continent, without our bullets, they'll be nothing but fire pokers."

Tang San froze.

Bullets?

Something that small—

"It also needs to be easy to manufacture," Tang Lan added. "Bullets are consumed quickly. If the process is too difficult, the cost will outweigh the benefit."

Tang San sank into thought.

This—

Was tricky!