And besides Ning Rongrong, wasn't Zhu Zhuqing, that gorgeous beauty, here too?
Seeing his leering expression, Lan Minghua felt a surge of anger.
He hurled the empty bottle in his hand at Oscar. It smacked into his head with a thud.
"Can't you see your master standing right here? Get over here, now!"
Oscar rubbed the swollen lump on his head and hurried over.
Lan Minghua rolled his eyes helplessly. Was Oscar's personality really that lively?
Pointing at Zhu Zhuqing, he said, "This is my new disciple, which makes her your junior sister. Introduce yourself."
Oscar straightened up and held out his right hand. "Oscar, Level 29 Support System Soul Master. My Martial Soul is Sausage."
Feeling Oscar's polite attitude toward her, Zhu Zhuqing reached out and gave his hand a light shake. "Zhu Zhuqing, Level 27 Agile Attack System Soul Master. My Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat."
Their hands touched and parted in an instant. It was merely a polite greeting.
Lan Minghua rather wanted to bring the two of them together. Their personalities were similar, and both wanted to prove themselves.
But he keenly noticed Dai Mubai glaring at Oscar with hatred.
What a petty guy. You're the one who hugged Tang San's woman, but Oscar only shook her hand. Why are you freaking out?
He didn't want to meddle in Oscar and Dai Mubai's relationship, so he'd let things take their natural course.
But after taking Zhu Zhuqing as his disciple, it seemed their relationship had soured.
Lan Minghua shrugged and ignored Dai Mubai.
"All right, you've met now. Oscar, you should get back to training."
Turning to Zhu Zhuqing, he said, "Go back and rest for today. You can train with Oscar tomorrow."
"Yes, Master," Zhu Zhuqing replied.
Lan Minghua said goodbye to Zhao Wuji, then took Oscar back to training.
The several gazes fixed on him also disappeared one after another.
Why several?
Simple. One belonged to Tang Hao, one to Flender, and one to the people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, would Ning Fengzhi really let her go out adventuring alone as a mere Soul Grandmaster?
Obviously not. She must have had at least two or three Soul Emperors assigned to protect her by Ning Fengzhi, perhaps even Soul Saints.
As for why Tang Hao's gaze had vanished, he was probably planning to kill to silence anyone who knew.
After all, Lan Minghua had exposed the secret of Tang San's Twin Martial Souls.
Lan Minghua looked at the spot where Tang Hao had just been, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't give it any more thought and continued putting Oscar through his paces.
At the border of the Balak Kingdom, two figures sped toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Along the way, a black-robed man blocked their path.
"Who are you?"
Before they could finish speaking, the black-robed man appeared before them like a specter, grabbed them by the neck, and snapped their necks.
Beneath the black robe, Tang Hao's eyes were cold.
"Hmph. Anyone who tries to spread the secret of Xiao San's Twin Martial Souls has to die!"
After killing them, Tang Hao left with confidence.
But he didn't know that a streak of light carrying information shot out from one of the corpses and returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a handsome, refined middle-aged man frowned and reached out to seize the ball of light before him.
Two messages flooded his mind.
The young mistress was safe and had successfully joined Shrek Academy;
Tang San, Level 29 Soul Grandmaster, Twin Martial Souls: Blue Silver Grass and a hammer.
As Ning Fengzhi absorbed the messages, the doors to the hall suddenly swung open. A white-haired man with sharp brows and bright eyes flew in on his sword.
He was Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo.
"Fengzhi, where's Rongrong? If she's been mistreated, I'll start cutting people down."
Ning Fengzhi didn't answer. He tossed the ball of light in his hand to Chen Xin.
Chen Xin knew what it was and held it in his palm to examine the information.
"Shrek? Never heard of it. It only has a few Soul Saints. I'd do a better job teaching her myself."
Chen Xin looked down on them. Soul Saints were beneath his notice.
Of course, Ning Fengzhi was an exception.
Ning Fengzhi didn't waste time on the first message. "Sword Uncle, take a look at the second one."
"Pfft, Tang San, Level 29 Soul Grandmaster, Twin Martial Souls. Wait, Twin Martial Souls!"
At first, Chen Xin had thought the message was useless. He hadn't expected it to reveal a genius with Twin Martial Souls.
"Fengzhi, are you thinking of recruiting this Tang San?" Chen Xin asked.
Ning Fengzhi nodded, then shook his head. "Sword Uncle, didn't you notice the genius's surname? Or his Martial Souls?"
"Tang San. Of course his surname is Tang. His Martial Souls are Blue Silver Grass and a hammer. Wait—a hammer, and the surname Tang?!"
Chen Xin's pupils abruptly contracted. Realizing what it meant, he looked up at Ning Fengzhi, seeking confirmation.
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said slowly, "Tang San is very likely that man's son. His age fits, too."
"Tang Hao? After being gone for so long, is he finally coming back?!"
Chen Xin was quite interested in Tang Hao, the youngest Titled Douluo, and had long wanted to fight him.
"He dared to kill our people. Does he think there's no one in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Seeing Chen Xin's reaction, Ning Fengzhi soothed him. "Sword Uncle, don't be angry. Making an enemy of a Titled Douluo over two Soul Emperors would be an unwise choice."
"Hmph, Fengzhi, you've disappointed me."
Chen Xin was somewhat disappointed by Ning Fengzhi's weakness. Tang Hao had come right to their doorstep, yet Ning Fengzhi was still weighing the pros and cons.
He swept his sleeve in displeasure and left the hall.
Ning Fengzhi didn't argue. He was a businessman, after all, and naturally had to weigh the benefits.
He immediately wrote two letters and had people deliver them to Flender and Ning Rongrong.
Balak Kingdom, Suotuo City, Shrek Academy.
Zhao Wuji invited Flender and Lan Minghua to drink. The three of them raised their cups and drank together.
Lan Minghua easily drank the other two under the table. They ended up sprawled together in a heap.
"You two lightweights. If you can't hold your liquor, don't drink. You're both terrible drunks."
He squinted at the window, and a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Lan Minghua, get out here!"
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Lan Minghua wasn't surprised. In fact, he'd been waiting so long that he was getting impatient.
But just because you told me to come out, I had to? Wouldn't that make me look like a pushover?
He didn't even change position, just kept sipping his drink.
Outside the window, Tang Hao sensed that Lan Minghua wasn't moving. He stopped mid-stride, veins bulging on his forehead.
"How dare he! How dare he ignore me!"
He was a dignified Titled Douluo, yet he couldn't even make a mere Soul Saint come out.
If word got out, how could he ever show his face again?
"I was going to spare your life and let you be a dog for Xiao San. Since you don't know what's good for you, you can die!"
Tang Hao was furious, his face dark as a thundercloud. His killing intent seemed to drop the temperature around him by several degrees.
Without worrying about being discovered, he stepped forward and shot out like a black bolt of lightning.
Inside the room, Lan Minghua sensed Tang Hao's movement, and a cold smile curled his lips.
If he'd dared to take Zhao Wuji's tribulation upon himself, he had nothing to fear from Tang Hao.
"System, use Wretched Fate Hua's Peak Experience Card."
For every ten-percent increase in Roleplay Progress, he received one one-hour Peak Combat Experience Card for Wretched Fate Hua.
His Roleplay Progress was now a little over thirty percent, which meant he had three Experience Cards.
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