The Price of Fate Was Already Marked

The more Li Xiaoyao spoke—

The darker Tang San's expression became.

The Meditation Method he cultivated?

Wasn't he talking about the Mysterious Heaven Skill?

As if a mere Ma Hongjun was worthy?

Then Tang San refused.

"Dean Flender, I'm very sorry!"

"The elders in my family gave instructions that the Meditation Method I cultivate cannot be passed on to outsiders!"

Tang San's refusal did not surprise Li Xiaoyao.

After all—even Xiao Wu, who had shared his bed for six years, had not learned the slightest bit of the secret arts in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Aside from Xiao Wu, the same was true for Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang.

If Tang San really passed the Mysterious Heaven Skill to Ma Hongjun, that would be abnormal.

"Dean Flender, since Li Xiaoyao has such extraordinary origins, perhaps his family has another Meditation Method suitable for Ma Hongjun."

Tang San turned the tables on Li Xiaoyao.

He could not beat Li Xiaoyao—

But did that mean he could not disgust him a little?

You, Li Xiaoyao, took the legacy of someone else's Nine Emperor Douluo, so it was only normal for you to help his descendant a little, right?

"Elders in your family..."

Flender looked at Tang San.

His mouth parted slightly, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

He was not a fool, so he naturally understood Tang San's refusal.

The instructions from his family elders were nothing more than an excuse.

If Tang San knew his father was a Titled Douluo, then Tang Hao would not have needed to come over last night and specifically warn them.

Facing Flender's hopeful gaze, Li Xiaoyao smiled.

He said—

"Dean Flender, my family does indeed have a Meditation Method suitable for Ma Hongjun's needs. Not only can it help suppress the Evil Fire, it can also allow Soul Masters stuck at a bottleneck to break through their Soul Power Level."

"But fate's gifts have long had their prices secretly marked. Are you sure you need it? Or rather, have you truly prepared yourself?"

When it came to Meditation Methods, he had plenty in his mind.

Three days ago, when he beat Tang San up at Rose Hotel, he had already used Chronos's The Tenth Bullet (Yud) to read all of Tang San's memories of the past.

He had long since memorized something like the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record backward and forward.

Even the Martial Arts Manuals Tang San had once secretly read in the Tang Sect, but had not cultivated because they were not the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in his mind, and had gradually forgotten completely over time—Li Xiaoyao remembered all of them clearly.

"Dean Flender, have you made up your mind?"

Li Xiaoyao looked at Flender's conflicted expression, then swept the corner of his eye over Ma Hongjun, who lay unconscious on the ground.

He would not make a losing deal.

Flender and Ma Hongjun were now utterly penniless. Neither of them had talent worth his investment, nor did they have Ning Rongrong's beauty and background, so they were not worth investing in.

In the original work, Tang San first gave Ma Hongjun an Immortal Herb and an exotic beast's inner core, then brought him along to leech the rewards of the Sea God's Nine Trials.

Even after all that, Ma Hongjun still failed to inherit the seat of the first-class Deity—Fire God—because of his laziness and lust.

If not for the sake of Asura God's face, Ma Hongjun probably would not even have inherited the later second-class Deity—Phoenix God.

Ma Hongjun's wave here!

It was purely winning while lying down.

The only pity was that Bai Chenxiang could not ascend to the God Realm and, in the end, could only slowly die of old age on the Douluo Continent.

"Li Xiaoyao, thank you for your kindness!"

"I need some time to think it over!"

Flender did not agree, but he did not directly refuse either.

In order to obtain a method to resolve the Evil Fire, Li Xiaoyao had taken away what Nine Emperor Douluo left behind.

If he were to obtain the highest-grade Meditation Method from him, then the price involved—was not something he, a mere seven-ring Soul Sage, could bear.

Compared to obtaining the highest-grade Meditation Method from Li Xiaoyao, he was more willing to seek a solution from Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

More accurately, from the clan behind Yu Xiaogang—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—and the father behind Tang San—Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao.

"Oh! Is that so? Then that really is a pity!"

Li Xiaoyao nodded.

It really was a bit of a shame.

He had still been wondering if he could trick Blue Tyrant Academy into his hands.

But Flender gave him no chance.

Still, there was no rush.

Once the matter with the Star Dou Great Forest was over, Yu Xiaogang would also come to Shrek Academy.

A Martial Arts Manual that could break through the bottleneck of Level 30 Soul Power—he refused to believe Yu Xiaogang would be able to resist that.

As for which Martial Arts Manual it would be, he had already prepared it.

Evil Warding Swordplay

When the time came, between breaking through Level 30 and becoming a eunuch, he wanted to see which one Yu Xiaogang would choose.

Seeing the regret all over Li Xiaoyao's face, Flender's old face twitched. He knew this black-hearted brat was up to no good.

"Mubai, I'll take Hongjun back to treat his body. You take the others to the cafeteria for lunch first, then show the new juniors around the academy."

"When evening comes, everyone gather here again!"

"That's all for now. Dismissed!"

After a pause, Flender gave Dai Mubai a meaningful look.

"Mubai, if I remember right, today is the end of the month..."

Watching Flender leave with Ma Hongjun in his arms, Dai Mubai was completely confused too.

End of the month? What about the end of the month?

Did such a trivial matter really need to be emphasized over and over?

"All right! It's getting late. I'll take everyone to the cafeteria for lunch."

Dai Mubai took the lead.

The moment they stepped into the cafeteria, Li Xiaoyao smiled.

The manager of Rose Hotel was walking straight toward Dai Mubai.

"Hahaha! Young Master Dai!"

"I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

"Today is the end of the month, which just so happens to be the day to settle the tab you keep with our Rose Hotel."

"This month, you booked rooms at our Rose Hotel fifty-six times, used one hundred and eight Child Condoms, and also used more than thirty different kinds of props."

"And three days ago, you allowed this Young Master Li beside you to charge expenses to your account at our Rose Hotel. Adding up all the bits and pieces, the total comes to three thousand two hundred and fifty Gold Soul Coins."

"Young Master Dai! You are a VIP guest of our Rose Hotel, so we'll waive the odd 250 Gold Soul Coins for you. How would you like to pay?"

The more the manager of Rose Hotel spoke, the brighter Li Xiaoyao's smile became.

Dai Mubai's face looked as ugly as if his parents had died.

Only now did everyone realize that Flender had reminded Dai Mubai today was the end of the month for this reason.

If it had been before, Oscar would only have envied Dai Mubai's exaggerated battle record.

But after learning about Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's situation, he instead had to struggle to hold back his laughter so hard that it almost caused internal injuries.

"Zhuqing! Listen to me explain!"

Dai Mubai's face turned pale as he hurriedly tried to explain.

"Heh."

Zhu Zhuqing sneered, ignored Dai Mubai, and walked straight out of the cafeteria.

Because of this farce, lunch broke up on bad terms as well.

At Ning Rongrong's enthusiastic invitation, Li Xiaoyao also followed her to Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel in Suotuo City.

After the dishes had made their rounds and the wine had flowed freely.

After settling today's lunch, Li Xiaoyao and Ning Rongrong were in a private room at Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Hotel—

Sneakily getting up to no good.

All that could be heard was—