Ning Rongrong's Grievance? Encountering Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, Recruiting Them with Immortal Herbs?

"Xiao Ao, give me a Flying Mushroom Sausage."

Tang San whipped his head around, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Oscar, his voice terrifyingly hoarse.

Oscar took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the gloom and bitterness in his eyes as he recited his Soul Spell:

"I, your father, have a mushroom sausage."

A winged sausage was handed to Tang San.

"Xiao San, be careful."

Oscar spoke softly.

"Thanks!"

Tang San snatched the sausage and stuffed it into his mouth. Six illusory wings instantly spread from his back.

"Teacher Zhao, Boss Dai, I'll go on ahead. I'll leave Hidden Weapons along the way as markers!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Tang San shot into the sky like an arrow released from its bow, chasing after the Titan Giant Ape.

"That brat!

He's being absolutely ridiculous!"

Zhao Wuji stomped his feet in fury and roared.

"What are you all standing around for?

Hurry up and follow him!

If anything happens to Xiao San again, how am I supposed to explain it to Flender?!"

The others snapped out of their daze and released their Martial Souls, preparing to depart.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip as she watched Oscar pack his things with his back to her.

For some reason, panic rose in her heart. She could not help stepping forward and grabbing his sleeve.

"Xiao Ao... don't be like this. What I said just now was only said in anger. I..."

"Miss Ning."

Oscar calmly pulled his sleeve free.

He turned around, and the ingratiating, playful smile he had always worn was gone.

In its place was a deep exhaustion and detachment.

"You don't need to explain.

"You were right. I'm just a commoner, a food-type Soul Master. I really am not worthy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young lady.

"I was being delusional before. I won't be anymore."

"That's not what I meant!

"I..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened with anxiety.

"Enough. Stop wasting time here."

Dai Mubai interrupted her coldly.

"Saving people is what matters now.

"Rongrong, if you think Star Dou Forest is too dangerous, then leave the forest and wait for us on the outskirts."

"Who said I was leaving?!

I'm a member of Shrek too!"

Ning Rongrong retorted loudly, though tears swirled in her eyes.

"Then stay close and don't hold us back."

Ma Hongjun jabbed at her from the side.

"We don't have a Bone Douluo to act as your bodyguard."

"You fat bastard..."

"Shut up!

Everyone, move out!"

Zhao Wuji roared irritably, taking the lead as he dashed in the direction Tang San had gone.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing followed close behind.

Without even sparing Ning Rongrong a glance, Oscar summoned a sausage, ate it, and silently followed the group.

Watching their retreating backs, Ning Rongrong stood there all alone, and her aggrieved tears finally spilled over.

Grandpa Bone no longer wanted her. Han Yu had humiliated her. Now even Oscar, who had always hovered around her, treated her with icy indifference.

"You're all bullying me... what's so great about that?!"

Wiping away her tears, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and followed after them.

The grandfather and grandson had not gone far when three figures blocked their path in a clearing ahead.

A silver-haired old woman stood guard with a Serpent Cane in hand, while a tall, thin old man stood beside her.

Behind them, a short-haired girl holding a Serpent Cane sat cross-legged.

Soul Power surged around her body. She was clearly absorbing the Soul Ring of a Soul Beast on the ground.

"The Dragon and Snake Duo?"

Gu Rong raised his brows slightly, recognizing them at a glance.

Hearing the commotion, Meng Shu abruptly turned around. When he saw who had arrived, his pupils contracted. He hurriedly pulled Chao Tianxiang into a slight bow.

"I didn't know Bone Douluo had come in person. Meng Shu failed to welcome you properly."

Gu Rong waved a hand casually.

"This old man is merely accompanying his grandson to hunt Soul Beasts. Go about your business."

Han Yu did not leave immediately. His gaze swept over Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, and a gleam flashed through his eyes.

An eighty-eighth-level Soul Douluo and a sixty-ninth-level Soul Emperor.

Together with the family behind them and Exotic Beast Academy.

This was practically a ready-made force delivered right to his doorstep!

"Senior Dragon Duke, Senior Snake Granny."

Han Yu stepped forward, his tone calm.

"This junior is Han Yu.

"Judging by this young lady's Soul Power fluctuations, she should be nearly done absorbing it, correct?"

Unable to gauge Han Yu's background, Meng Shu glanced at Gu Rong before answering cautiously.

"That is indeed my granddaughter, Yiran.

"May I ask what advice Young Master Han has for us?"

"It's not advice. I merely have an enormous deal I'd like to discuss with you two seniors."

Han Yu clasped his hands behind his back and spoke bluntly.

"I wish to recruit the two of you, along with your family and Exotic Beast Academy, into the sect I am about to establish."

The moment those words fell, the air went silent.

Meng Shu froze for a moment, then frowned, his tone carrying a trace of displeasure.

"Young Master Han, although you are Bone Douluo's grandson, the Dragon and Snake Duo are used to roaming free.

"We even refused the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's offer of recruitment back then.

"What makes you think we would lower ourselves to join a sect of yours that does not even have a name?"

Chao Tianxiang echoed him.

"Young Master Han, don't make a joke out of this old couple."

Gu Rong snorted coldly and was about to flare up, but Han Yu raised a hand to stop him.

"What makes me think so?"

A confident sneer curled across Han Yu's lips.

"Because I can help you break through level ninety and become a Titled Douluo!"

Meng Shu's expression changed drastically, and he staggered half a step back.

"What did you say?!"

"Senior Meng, you've been stuck at level eighty-eight for many years, haven't you?

"With how badly your vitality has declined, it is absolutely impossible for you to reach the Titled Douluo realm on your own in this lifetime."

Han Yu's gaze was sharp as he turned to Chao Tianxiang.

"The same goes for Senior Chao. You've been trapped at level sixty-nine for so long that you have been unable to form your Martial Soul Avatar. You have no hope of becoming a Soul Saint in this life."

Having had their sore spots struck, Meng Shu's face shifted between green and white as he gritted his teeth.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

With a flip of his hand, Han Yu produced a lingzhi wreathed entirely in purple aura, as well as an immortal herb brimming with rich vitality.

"I have two peerless immortal herbs in my hands.

"This Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma is enough to help Senior Chao strengthen her foundation and replenish her vitality, allowing her to break through level seventy in one go!

"And the other can cleanse Senior Meng's marrow, shatter your shackles, and send you straight into level ninety!"

The Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma could at most be considered a top-grade medicinal herb.

It had nothing to do with immortal herbs.

But that did not stop Han Yu from calling it one.

Looking at the immortal herbs in Han Yu's hands and sensing their unbelievable medicinal fluctuations,

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang's breathing instantly became incomparably heavy.

Their eyes were locked onto the two immortal herbs, utterly unable to look away.

"Just imagine it."

Han Yu's voice echoed beside their ears like a devil's temptation.

"When a Titled Douluo and a Soul Saint unleash the Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Dragon-Snake Combined Strike, once more, just how terrifying would its power be?

"Even Super Douluo above level ninety-five would probably have to avoid its edge, wouldn't they?"

Meng Shu swallowed, his voice trembling.

"You... are you really willing to give such divine treasures to us?"

"As long as you swear loyalty to me and bring your family and Exotic Beast Academy into my sect, these two immortal herbs will be offered to you immediately with both hands."