Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up as she said with a smile.
"Brother Zhuge, you're really too smart. That's exactly what I meant."
Zhuge Lan nodded. There was no problem with that. His Soul Power was still that of a Titled Douluo, and with the Qilin Soul, his strength would surely be terrifying.
He had previously told Ning Rongrong that in public, he would try not to use any strange, magical items.
He could only use Soul Skills.
By the next day, trouble arrived right on schedule.
Five Soul Masters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—three men and two women—came before Zhuge Lan and sized him up.
One of the women spoke directly.
"You're Lei Yun? What qualifications do you have to be our vice-captain?"
Zhuge Lan froze when he saw her face. He realized that this woman had once loudly proclaimed that she liked him.
Yet now she had come right up and questioned him. Still, that was normal. After all, he had changed identities.
So he said, "You want to see what I can do?"
The woman nodded and continued, "Are you as strong as Brother Zhuge Lan?"
Zhuge Lan was momentarily speechless. He was Zhuge Lan himself—how was he supposed to compare himself to himself? Still, her words made him quite happy.
He smiled as well. "Zhuge Lan is so powerful, so of course I can't compare to him. But I'm still a little stronger than Liu Shenlong of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
Under his current identity, he was a Soul Douluo. After all, if he were a Titled Douluo, they would not have let him participate in the competition.
Liu Shenlong was also a Soul Douluo, and Zhuge Lan happened to detest him. He would make a perfect stepping stone.
The woman paused, then