Three months passed in a flash, farewell, Tang Hao: "???"

Rui Mengmeng, a ninety-ninth-level assault-type Title Douluo with the Exile Blade as her Martial Soul, served as Xiao Feng's personal bodyguard. She would carry out all of Xiao Feng's orders, but at the same time, she also took on the responsibility of tempering Xiao Feng's physical fitness and honing his "combat" skills and more!

Although Xiao Feng's system could directly instill these combat techniques, Xiao Feng was still young. Some things still needed to be experienced firsthand. Once Xiao Feng's mental capacity was able to easily absorb this knowledge, then Xiao Feng's system would directly grant him the boost!

That afternoon, Old Jack, his face beaming with joy, found Xiao Feng and Tang San, telling them that they would head to Nuoding Academy in three months.

And so, the days settled into a calm routine. Tang San still went to the mountaintop every day to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye, while Xiao Feng was tempered by Rui Mengmeng by the lake every day.

When mealtime came, Tang San would eagerly come over to mooch a meal. Xiao Feng didn't say anything about this; after all, eating for two was the same as eating for three, and one more person didn't matter. Besides, the food he had was unlimited—of course, only within the bounds of the villa. Outside of this range, the food would directly dissipate.

Later, under his own father's instructions and Xiao Feng's persuasion, Tang San had transformed from that sly, otherworldly Tang San into Xiao Feng's follower, Little Sanzi. Tang San vaguely remembered his father saying this: "Little San, Dad doesn't ask you to become a powerful Spirit Master. Dad only hopes you can follow your Brother Xiao Feng and live a peaceful life. Follow him, and Dad won't have to worry about you being killed by my enemies."

After he finished speaking, Tang San was silent. Later, Tang Hao briefly told Tang San some of his own stories and experiences. He didn't tell Tang San about the grudge between him and Martial Soul Hall, because in Tang Hao's view, it was too early to tell Tang San these things. Right now, he only wanted Tang San to live a happy life. As for those grievances with Martial Soul Hall, he, the Clear Sky Douluo, would settle them himself!

After all, the old injuries in Tang Hao's body were now slowly healing. Even without being fully healed, Tang Hao in the original story could already cause chaos in Martial Soul Hall. There was no need to mention a fully healed Tang Hao—just imagining that scene was thrilling.

And Tang San? Listening to his father's story, he felt nothing but admiration in his heart. He said that in the future, he wanted to become a man like him. Tang Hao was very gratified by this, so he taught Tang San his Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer technique. Tang San was also very diligent, and later on, Tang Hao even exclaimed—"San'er, you were born to be a blacksmith!"

Fortunately, Xiao Feng didn't hear this, or else he would definitely have said, "Why don't you two just open a blacksmith shop? I'll put up the money, you two work for me, I get ninety percent, you get ten."

As for that certain Husky, ever since Xiao Feng let it out, it hadn't come back. Xiao Feng wasn't worried at all, because as long as he willed it, this dog could instantly return to his side. You ask if the Husky might get killed? Come on, this thing was Xiao Feng's legendary-level Martial Soul. Could it die? It would be good if it didn't kill others.

However, what Xiao Feng didn't know was that several villages near Holy Soul Village, including the surrounding mountain areas, had all fallen victim to it. The saying "When the Husky goes out, not a blade of grass survives" was exactly this principle.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Early morning.

Xiao Feng stood on the villa's rooftop, looking at the lake beside him and the surrounding scenery shrouded in mist and clouds. He couldn't help but sigh, "When it really comes time to part, I still feel a bit reluctant. I wonder if I'll ever come back here."

Having stayed in this place for several years, it was inevitable to feel some reluctance before leaving. But Xiao Feng wasn't an indecisive person. After a few seconds of reflection, he turned and left without looking back.

His lone figure strolled leisurely along the country path. You ask where Rui Mengmeng was? Xiao Feng didn't know either. The system said Rui Mengmeng had gone off to play. Xiao Feng didn't mind this; after all, the system told him that when he was in danger, Rui Mengmeng would naturally appear by his side.

So, carefree and worry-free, Xiao Feng swaggered off. Mm, it was still that familiar style—a white shirt, floral board shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. Fortunately, Xiao Feng was very handsome, or else, dressed like this, he would probably be mistaken for a pervert. After all, in the world of Douluo, there was no such trendy way of dressing yet.

At the entrance of Holy Soul Village.

Tang San, carrying a bundle on his back, and Old Jack, leaning on his cane, looked like they had been waiting for a while. Upon seeing Xiao Feng, Old Jack quickly said, "Xiao Feng, you're finally here. Let's go. It'll probably take half a day to get to Nuoding City."

In response to Old Jack's words, Xiao Feng just smiled and said, "Old man, you don't need to come with us. Little Sanzi and I can go by ourselves."

Hearing Xiao Feng's words, Old Jack said with great concern, "How can I let you two children go alone?"

Xiao Feng smiled but said nothing. He just silently walked over to the stone at the village entrance that bore the fist imprint of a Soul Saint.

Stone: "Wait! What are you doing?"

Xiao Feng: "Nothing. Just bear with it for a moment. It won't hurt."

Xiao Feng raised his fist and punched the stone hard!

With a "crack!", Xiao Feng's punch directly shattered the stone. Accompanied by a dense web of cracks, the stone eventually broke apart.

The stone had lived for one hundred and two years.

"Old man, with strength like mine, do you still think I'm a child?"

Seeing the iconic stone of Holy Soul Village smashed to pieces, Old Jack's heart ached terribly. But on second thought, with Xiao Feng possessing such strength at such a young age, how formidable would he be when he grew up? At the same time, he also recalled what Xiao Feng had once said to him—"Title Village~"

For a moment, Old Jack immediately laughed and said, "Since that's the case, then I won't see you off. But you must be careful on the road!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

After Tang San and Xiao Feng bid farewell to Old Jack, they set off on their journey. And after Xiao Feng and Tang San left...

Tang Hao carried a stone to the village entrance, which left Old Jack a bit bewildered.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Hao didn't waste words. He directly placed the stone where the original one had been. On that stone were written several large characters—"Title Village!"—along with a fist imprint carrying the pressure of a Title Douluo.

"Didn't Xiao Feng say to rename Holy Soul Village to Title Village?"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Old Jack shot him a glance and said, "Our village is called Holy Soul Village because it once produced a Soul Saint. Even if we want to change the name, at least we should wait until Xiao Feng becomes a Title Douluo, right?"

Listening to Old Jack's words, Tang Hao said solemnly, "I won't pretend anymore. I'll come clean with you. I, Tang Hao, am a Title Douluo!"

"You, a drunkard, a Title Douluo? If you're a Title Douluo, then I'm a God King!"

The next second, nine dazzling Spirit Rings quietly emerged on Tang Hao's body.

"I swear to you, I really am a Title Douluo!"

But Old Jack only glanced at Tang Hao's Spirit Rings and said, "Is that all? I don't know where you learned that magic trick. Shoo, shoo, go away. Don't bother me while I'm thinking about the future of our Holy Soul Village. But I have to say, changing the name early isn't impossible. However, I think it should be changed to God King Village."

"???"

With a bewildered expression on Tang Hao's face, Old Jack patted his butt and walked away, leaving Tang Hao alone, standing in the wind, utterly confused.

"These days, no one believes the truth? Or is my identity as a drunkard too deeply ingrained?"

But what Tang Hao didn't know was that the moment Old Jack left, he muttered softly to himself—"A mere Title Douluo, nothing to brag about. Besides, this world is about to turn upside down~"

On the other side, the main hall of Martial Soul Hall had also received a letter from the Nuoding City branch of Martial Soul Hall. This letter was precisely the letter of introduction concerning Xiao Feng.