Ning Rongrong Regretted It? Tang San: Developing Soul Tools to Threaten My Hidden Weapons? He Already Had a Death Wish!

She bit down hard on her lower lip, tears welling in her eyes as her body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Oscar hurried over with concern.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?

Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Although he had learned in the Star Dou Forest that he was merely Ning Rongrong's shield,

Oscar had still talked himself into it afterward and continued pursuing Ning Rongrong.

In short: a pathetic simp.

Ning Rongrong suddenly shoved Oscar away, her voice choked with sobs.

"Don't touch me!

If it weren't for me...

If I hadn't been so willful back then, Grandpa Bone wouldn't have left, and Brother Han Yu wouldn't have..."

Tang San frowned deeply, set down his wine cup, and said in a grave voice:

"Rongrong, calm down.

What happened to the Ling Tian Sect was an internal matter within their sect. It had nothing to do with you."

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened as he snorted coldly.

"Hmph, what Ling Tian Sect? They're merely a rabble gathered together.

That Han Yu only has his empty reputation today because he relies on the protection of his elders.

Rongrong, as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, how could you let the rise of such a minor sect throw your mind into disarray?"

Yu Xiaogang was insanely jealous of young geniuses like Han Yu.

Because Yu Xiaogang felt that his and Han Yu's starting points were somewhat similar.

His father was Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, while Han Yu's grandfather was Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Yu Xiaogang had enjoyed flattery from childhood in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.

Han Yu had been the same in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But what happened in the end?

He, Yu Xiaogang, had awakened the mutated Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, which held him back and left him with only level 0.5 Innate Soul Power.

Thus accomplishing this:

Breaking through level thirty at the tender age of fifty!

Meanwhile, Han Yu had enjoyed nothing but smooth sailing.

Heaven truly was unfair!

"Teacher, you don't understand!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly rose to her feet, tears spilling from her eyes.

"That wasn't some minor sect!

It was Grandpa Bone's life's work. It was built by Brother Han Yu with his own hands...

Back then, just to anger him, just to prove myself, I deliberately..."

Before Ning Rongrong could finish, she covered her mouth and ran out of the tavern.

By now, Ning Rongrong regretted it so deeply her intestines had turned green.

Because of her foolish actions, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not only lost Gu Rong and Han Yu.

It had also become a laughingstock in the Spirit Master world!

As the Ling Tian Sect grew ever stronger, this joke would only become more hilarious.

Oscar looked embarrassed. He glanced at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, sighed helplessly, then rose and chased after her.

Tang San watched Ning Rongrong's departing figure, a trace of complexity flashing through his eyes.

Tang San turned to Yu Xiaogang and said quietly:

"Teacher, the Ling Tian Sect has risen too quickly, and they have three Titled Douluo.

I'm afraid this will affect our plans going forward."

A cold glint flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he lowered his voice.

"There's no need to worry.

They're merely scattered rabble gathered for profit.

As long as we can establish ties with Imperial Heaven Academy and win the Elite Tournament, our reputation will naturally overshadow theirs.

As for that Han Yu..."

Yu Xiaogang paused, his tone icy.

"As long as your strength rises, Tang San, a sect built up through external forces like this will sooner or later become our stepping stone."

Tang San nodded, but an inexplicable unease rose within him.

He recalled facing Han Yu in the Star Dou Forest.

Han Yu had given him an unfathomable feeling.

It was as though everything about him, including the secret of his soul transmigration, had been seen through.

That feeling had made his heart pound even more than facing any soul beast.

Tang San set down his wine cup, gazed at the bustling streets of Heaven Dou City beyond the window, and said quietly:

"Teacher, I always feel that Han Yu is unfathomable.

Back in the Star Dou Forest, the way he looked at me... it was as though he could see through everything."

Yu Xiaogang sneered, disdain flashing through his eyes.

"That was your illusion, Tang San.

He merely has a bit of arrogance because of Gu Rong's protection.

A true powerhouse walks forward step by step through his own efforts, not by piling up family resources."

"But, Teacher."

Tang San's brows knitted tightly.

"He was able to make the Four Great Families willingly submit to him. That could never have been achieved through his grandfather's prestige alone.

There seems to be some kind of trump card on him that we cannot comprehend."

"A trump card?"

Yu Xiaogang scoffed.

"It's nothing more than a few Soul Tools.

Such things are ultimately crooked paths, unworthy of the grand stage.

As long as you display true strength in the tournament and show the world the inheritance of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and my theories,

those so-called Ling Tian Sect members will naturally collapse without a fight."

Just then, a commotion arose at the tavern entrance.

Several students wearing Imperial Heaven Academy uniforms were talking loudly.

"Did you hear?

Sect Master Han of the Ling Tian Sect seems to be inspecting the city today. Quite a few major families are preparing to pay him a visit."

"Really?

That's the figure even the Four Great Families submitted to. If he were willing to offer us even a little guidance,

even a tiny scrap would be enough to benefit us endlessly."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew even darker. He slammed his hand onto the table and lowered his voice.

"A bunch of ignorant fools!

Soul Tools like that will only make Spirit Masters dependent and cause them to neglect their own cultivation!"

Tang San remained silent. Looking at those Spirit Masters who yearned for the Ling Tian Sect, the unease in his heart grew ever stronger.

He knew very well that if Han Yu truly possessed some technology capable of changing the Spirit Master landscape,

then Shrek Academy's so-called "geniuses" might truly become worthless in the future.

And whether that technology could pose a threat to his Hidden Weapons...

If so, then Han Yu truly had a death wish!

"Teacher, can we really borrow a tournament slot from Imperial Heaven Academy tomorrow without any trouble?"

Tang San asked.

Confidence flashed through Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

"Don't worry. Your senior, Qin Ming, will arrange everything.

As long as we can compete under Imperial Heaven Academy's name, the championship of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament will definitely be ours."

Meanwhile, in the shadows outside the tavern, a scout from the Ling Tian Sect was coldly watching them.

He spoke quietly into the Communication Soul Tool in his hand.

"Sect Master, the Shrek group is inside the tavern. Yu Xiaogang seems to have considerable complaints about us and is determined to obtain tournament slots."

Han Yu's calm, indifferent voice came from the other end of the Communication Soul Tool.

"Let them do as they please.

Mere clowns will never stir up much trouble.

Keep watching them. Report at once if anything unusual happens."

The next morning, outside the gates of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Qin Ming looked at the Shrek group before him with a complicated expression and lowered his voice.

"Teacher, Headmaster, the situation is rather troublesome.

The Imperial Fighting Team's tournament slots had already been decided, but now...

The academy's higher-ups seem to have been influenced by the Ling Tian Sect, and their scrutiny of 'outside reinforcements' has become exceptionally strict."

Flender pushed up his glasses and frowned.

"The Ling Tian Sect?

They're a newly established sect, yet their reach extends this far?"