Blue Tyrant Academy

Blue Tyrant Academy

"Were you serious about what you said earlier?"

After dinner, as the sky grew dark, Nan Feng, out of kindness, escorted Tang Yuehua back to Moonlight Pavilion.

"What words?" Nan Feng turned his head.

"What you said to Sect Master Ning." Tang Yuehua's expression was somewhat unnatural.

About having the opportunity to cooperate, and that even taking down Martial Soul Hall wasn't out of the question; that for the sake of their great cause against feudalism, landlords, and hegemony, everything was up for negotiation.

Moreover, based on her years of experience running Moonlight Pavilion in Heaven Dou City, she could tell this guy was serious!

He really didn't mind joining forces with Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take on Martial Soul Hall!

"Of course I was serious," Nan Feng said.

"Why, can't I do that?"

Tang Yuehua looked puzzled. "But aren't you a member of Martial Soul Hall? You..."

Nan Feng looked confused. "When did I become a member of Martial Soul Hall?"

"Don't get it wrong. I am the Pope's person."

"The Pope is also my person."

"..."

"Huh?" Tang Yuehua was stunned.

This... what does that mean?

"Uncle Gu, you seem to like this young man."

On the other side, having barely obtained what he wanted, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong left Heaven Dou City and returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect mountain gate not far away.

"That kid is very interesting," Gu Rong said.

"Everything he said was serious."

Ning Fengzhi looked helpless. "Yes, it was all serious."

They were both veterans who had spent decades in the world of martial arts; naturally, they could tell the difference between someone who was just bluffing and someone who was being sincere.

"But the problem is, he was completely serious." Ning Fengzhi's expression was unreadable.

His dissatisfaction and complaints regarding the Elder Hall were real; his resentment and desire to take down those old fossils were also real. These things he could understand. However, the idea of uniting with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take down Martial Soul Hall, and all those subsequent... inexplicable remarks about ushering in a new era—the kid was serious about those, too!

Moreover, he could sense a strong, stirring influence behind those words!

Could these things really be thought up by a thirteen-year-old child?

"Whether he's serious or joking, he's only a soul ancestor right now. It's far too early for him to be talking about such things," Gu Rong said.

"Young people always have countless ideas. In a few years, perhaps these things will just be dismissed as childish nonsense."

"Take me, for example. Back in the day, I dreamed of being like that Sword Douluo, having beautiful women chasing after me wherever I went. But decades have passed, and I don't even know when I completely lost interest in those beautiful women, focusing solely on trying to outdo that Sword Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly. "You two really have been bickering for decades."

Two old rivals!

"But what about that matter the kid mentioned? Why don't you consider it?" Gu Rong asked.

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened. "Uncle Gu, Rongrong hasn't even turned a month old yet!"

"Oh, children grow up eventually," Gu Rong laughed.

"Besides, I think the kid is quite interesting—at least much more interesting than that Sword Douluo. Observe him for a while; if he's suitable..."

"Uncle Gu!" Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to interrupt.

"Let's talk about this later. I don't think that kid is the type to stay settled."

"A thirteen-year-old soul ancestor, though~" Gu Rong said leisurely.

"When I was thirteen, I was only a soul elder. Although I had no rivals among my peers, I have to admit, this kid is a bit more impressive than I was back then."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. "Impressive? What do you mean?"

"That kid's sensitivity to danger is nothing short of terrifying!" Gu Rong said seriously.

"And don't forget, according to the information we gathered, when Tang Xiao and the two elders of the Clear Sky Sect were fighting, this kid was standing right there!"

"A battle between a Title Douluo and Spirit Douluos—can a soul ancestor really just stand by and watch?"

Never mind a soul ancestor; even a soul saint would have to stay far away!

The collision of a martial soul avatar—even the shockwaves are not something a mere soul ancestor could withstand!

That kid definitely has secrets!

"Is this the Blue Tyrant Academy?"

After finishing the "ideological work" with several bishops from the Martial Soul Temple, Nan Feng began his leisure time once again.

"What... are you trying to do?" Yue Guan asked with a strange expression.

"Let me remind you, the elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind this Blue Tyrant Academy is Yu Luomian."

"Yu Luomian? Is he that impressive?" Nan Feng asked.

"He is a Spirit Douluo," Yue Guan said.

"Can you beat him?" Nan Feng asked.

Yue Guan's eyelid twitched. "I am a Title Douluo!"

Nan Feng curled his lips. "A Title Douluo who got counter-killed in a three-on-one fight."

Yue Guan's face turned dark.

Are we never going to move past that incident?

Stepping into the Blue Tyrant Academy, with Yue Guan's reputation, naturally, no one dared to stop them. Before long, the two arrived at the administrative office of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

"Your Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo, may I ask what brings you to our humble academy?"

A woman who looked to be about the same age as Tang Yuehua, but with a much more capable and sharp demeanor, walked up to greet them.

The dean of the Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong.

Although she was known as the Mother Tyrannosaurus, she remained very polite when facing a Title Douluo.

"Do you want to know the whereabouts of Yu Xiaogang?" Nan Feng said straightforwardly.

Liu Erlong was stunned, and her emotions surged instantly. "Where is he?"

"Before I answer that question, you have to agree to one condition," Nan Feng said.

"I'll agree to any condition, just tell me where he is!" Liu Erlong said anxiously.

"You'll agree to any condition, really?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow.

Liu Erlong paused, a look of wariness appearing on her face. "What... do you want?"

"I want you. Is that acceptable?" Nan Feng asked.

Liu Erlong's face turned cold, and a faint killing intent began to overflow. "Your Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo, this person you brought with you seems..."

"You can't?" Nan Feng frowned slightly.

"Very well! Yue Guan, do it!"

Yue Guan sighed. "Little girl, don't blame me for bullying the weak. In this world, one is often forced to act against their own will..."

"..."

One minute later, the mother tyrannosaurus lay limply on the ground, lacking even the strength to stand up.

"Tell me, do I look like the type of person who reasons with others?" Nan Feng patted Liu Erlong's head with a helpless expression.

"You!" Liu Erlong looked at him with resentment.

A title douluo from the Martial Soul Hall had actually stooped to such a shameless level, using his superior strength to bully her, a mere spirit emperor!

"Oh, still not convinced?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow. A flash of light flickered across his hand, and on the spot, he transformed Liu Erlong into a cute, dazed little bunny.

With her spirit power exhausted, even a spirit emperor like Liu Erlong could be easily turned into a small animal by him.

Of course, once her spirit power recovered, she would be able to forcibly resist and transform back.

"Don't move around~" Nan Feng scooped up the bunny Liu Erlong and patted her little bottom.

"Don't force me to take advantage of your vulnerability. You better believe that I am capable of doing it!"

Liu Erlong's body stiffened, and her legs, which had been about to exert force, nervously pulled back.

"Good girl." Nan Feng patted Liu Erlong's head in satisfaction.

This was the reason why he didn't bother activating offensive charms. What would be the point?

With his meager amount of spirit power, what could a bit of attack power even do? Could it be more impressive than a title douluo?

Rather than wasting a charm slot on that negligible attack power, it was better to get something practical.