Douluo: Lan Minghua, Become Stronger by Taking Disciples

With this thought, a cold glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she already had an answer in her heart.

"It seems the person who killed Ning Fengzhi is, nine times out of ten, Lan Minghua."

She had originally planned to openly attack Lan Minghua under the pretext of avenging Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Now, Ning Fengzhi's death would undoubtedly cause shockwaves in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire.

If the Upper Three Sects were truly united, they would never stand idly by.

If they did nothing, each only minding their own business, then it would prove that the relationship between the Upper Three Sects was not as good as rumored.

This was definitely good news for the Martial Soul Hall.

If they were truly united, then they would have to find a way to deal with Lan Minghua.

Was Lan Minghua strong?

Strong, very strong, extremely strong.

Even Tang Hao, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Sword Douluo were no match for him.

The price the Upper Three Sects would have to pay to deal with such a powerful enemy was unimaginable.

The Martial Soul Hall could perhaps take this opportunity to watch from the sidelines and reap the benefits in the end.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then coldly issued an order.

"Pass down the order, closely monitor the movements of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire. Also, I want to know everything that has happened at Shrek Academy these past few days!"

Suddenly, she thought of something and continued to instruct.

"Spread the news of Ning Fengzhi's death. Make sure the Heaven Dou Empire and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan people know."

The Martial Soul Hall deacon, as if granted a great pardon, respectfully accepted the order. "Yes, Your Excellency Pope!"

Saying this, he immediately withdrew from the great hall, not wanting to stay there for another second.

Soon, the news of Ning Fengzhi's death, with the Martial Soul Hall's push and encouragement, spread across the continent like a surging tide.

Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City, Imperial Palace.

A figure suddenly broke in, rushing forward in a panic.

"Your Majesty, it's bad news! Sect Master Ning, he, he's dead!"

Emperor Xue Ye, who was reviewing memorials, heard this, and the vermilion brush in his hand trembled violently, the ink smearing across the Xuan paper.

He quickly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How is this possible? Sect Master Ning is protected by Sword Douluo, who could kill him?"

The person trembled and said, "Your Majesty, this is news from the Martial Soul Hall, and it is absolutely accurate."

Hearing that the news came from the Martial Soul Hall, Emperor Xue Ye was struck by lightning.

"Could it be, could it be that the Martial Soul Hall killed Sect Master Ning?!"

As the king of the Heaven Dou Empire, how could Emperor Xue Ye not know the ambitions of the Martial Soul Hall.

Let alone Emperor Xue Ye, some people with discerning eyes could also guess.

Traces could be seen from those low-level Soul Hunting Forests.

Although they were the empire's Soul Hunting Forests, commoners had to obtain a permit from the Martial Soul Hall to hunt souls there.

In the Original Work, Tang San had asked Yu Xiaogang whether the Soul Hunting Forests belonged to the Martial Soul Hall or the country.

Yu Xiaogang did not answer this question, and even told Tang San not to discuss it outside.

From this, it could be seen that the Martial Soul Hall had considerable ambitions.

This not only allowed them to register the information of commoner soul masters but also to win over the hearts of commoner soul masters.

Coupled with the fact that the Martial Soul Hall awakened the martial souls of children from commoner families for free.

All these signs indicated that the Martial Soul Hall had no small ambitions.

If they truly had no ambition to dominate the continent, what was the point of the Martial Soul Hall doing all these things?

Emperor Xue Ye's face darkened, and he ordered, "Notify the Crown Prince, and have him accompany me to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Sect Master Ning is, after all, his Master."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

On the other side, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe also received the news of Ning Fengzhi's death.

However, there was no sadness on his face, only more confusion.

"The Martial Soul Hall spread the news that that old fox Ning Fengzhi is dead? Could it be that crazy woman who made the move?!"

As he was thinking, a voice came from outside.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, His Majesty asks you to accept condolences and to accompany him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Xue Qinghe immediately replied in a sad tone, "I understand. Please tell His Majesty I will be there shortly."

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince, this subordinate will take his leave."

After the person left, Xue Qinghe returned to his indifferent demeanor. "Crazy woman, I hope you don't ruin the Martial Soul Hall's grand plan, otherwise, grandfather will not let you off."

After speaking, he put on a sorrowful expression and walked out, heading to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Emperor Xue Ye.

At the same time, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and even the reclusive Clear Sky Sect received news of Ning Fengzhi's death.

The news came from the Martial Soul Hall, so they naturally assumed the Martial Soul Hall had murdered Ning Fengzhi.

However, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan showed no reaction. What did the death of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master have to do with them?

As for the Clear Sky Sect, they were divided into two factions over this matter.

One faction believed that the Upper Three Sects were united and that if the Martial Soul Hall dared to attack the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect today, they would dare to attack the Clear Sky Sect tomorrow.

The other faction believed that the Clear Sky Sect was forced into seclusion years ago, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did not support them. Now that their sect master was dead, what did it have to do with the Clear Sky Sect?

Tang Xiao listened to the elders' arguments with great helplessness.

Just as he was about to speak and persuade them, several Clear Sky Sect disciples brought back a cripple with one leg and one arm missing from outside.

"Sect Master, we found a cripple with the Clear Sky Hammer spirit while training outside. We've brought him back to await your judgment."

"Hmph, does the Clear Sky Sect still have disciples left outside? Could it be the bastard left behind by that guy?!"

A thin old man among them sneered. He was the Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect.

Everyone present was sharp and naturally understood who the Seventh Elder was referring to.

That person, of course, was Tang Hao.

After all, the Seventh Elder's son had died at the hands of the Martial Soul Hall years ago because of Tang Hao.

How could the hatred for a lost son be easily resolved in just over a decade?

Although Tang Xiao was the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, it was not his sole decision-making power.

This was because among the five elders remaining from the Clear Sky Sect's generation, some had already become Titled Douluo.

The Clear Sky Sect's past glory of having two Douluo in one generation was already a story from more than ten years ago.

Therefore, even Tang Xiao had to show some deference to these elders.

However, when it came to matters concerning Tang Hao, Tang Xiao would never stand by idly.

He immediately instructed the disciples, "Where is the person? Hurry and bring him here."

"Yes, Sect Master."

Soon, two Clear Sky Sect disciples carried in a severely injured and barely conscious person.

Tang Xiao and the elders' gazes immediately fell upon that person.

His hair was disheveled, mixed with blood and dirt, clinging to his forehead.

His black robe was torn into strips, barely hanging on his body.

His body was covered in wounds of varying depths, some still bleeding, others already scabbed over.

His skin was covered in bruises and cracks, with several ghastly wounds where bone, emitting a chilling white light, could be seen.

Tang Xiao looked at the man, a strange sense of familiarity surging in his heart.

"This aura, why does it feel so familiar?"

He quickly stepped forward, narrowing his eyes to carefully examine the disheveled man before him.

The man's breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible, his chest rising and falling barely perceptibly.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips dry and purple, his eyes unfocused.

The two Clear Sky Sect disciples holding him were extremely cautious, as if afraid that a single misstep would cause him to completely lose his life.

The man vaguely saw Tang Xiao's figure, and struggled to open his mouth, his voice hoarse, "B-Big Brother... save me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he completely lost consciousness.

Tang Xiao's pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed, "You, Hao Di?!"