Qian Renxue's Pet! My Disciple is Hopeless! Father, Did You Forget Something?!

Looking at the two remaining clusters of soul essence that he had condensed and restored to vitality, Ling Xiao took out the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot he had collected earlier, and infused each of the two soul clusters into them.

The immortal herbs trembled slightly, instantly gaining a touch of sentience.

Ling Xiao casually fashioned a flowerpot capable of insulating soul power and extreme temperatures.

He planted the two immortal herbs inside and tossed it to Qian Renxue.

"Here, take this!"

"I've gotten you two pets!"

"Ah?... Pets?"

Qian Renxue scrambled to catch the pot, momentarily at a loss for words.

She stared at the two immortal herbs in the pot.

One red and one blue, their leaves quivered slightly, as if they had truly come back to life.

"Could it be... that those two powerful Dragon Soul Beasts have turned into two blades of grass?"

Looking at the two mountain-like dragon skeletons and then back at the two delicate herbs before her, Qian Renxue's mouth twitched.

Why did she feel like her teacher was always up to no good?

If those two dragons were to wake up, they would probably cry themselves to sleep in frustration.

"These two herbs have at least eighty or ninety thousand years of medicinal potency; not bad at all!"

Ling Xiao saw through her thoughts and curled his lip, his tone righteous and confident, "I'm giving them a chance at resurrection, and you're still complaining? I should have just slapped them to death!"

"Alright, alright, stop overthinking it."

Ling Xiao urged, "We need to head back quickly; it's almost dawn."

"Aren't you worried your subordinates will find out you've turned into a rubber doll?"

"Oh."

Qian Renxue nodded obediently, though she grumbled inwardly:

I only asked one question, the rest of the time it was you making all the arrangements, so how did it become me wasting time?

However, she couldn't be bothered to talk back.

She looked around, then up at the faint light filtering in from above, and asked instinctively:

"Then... Teacher, how are we going to get back?"

"You're so dense!"

Ling Xiao sighed in exasperation, "Don't you have wings? Just fly out!"

Ling Xiao seriously doubted whether he was cut out for teaching disciples.

It had only been a few days, and he had already ruined this one!?

"Me?"

Qian Renxue's pretty face flushed crimson.

She had already backed down, yet he still had to rub it in.

But it seemed... he wasn't wrong.

Her soul power had recovered quite a bit, and she was indeed capable of flying again.

In light of the fact that he had helped her recover her soul power, she decided not to talk back for now.

But not talking back was one thing; she was still allowed to be angry!

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, and six pairs of snow-white wings unfurled from her back as she soared toward the sky.

She didn't even glance at Ling Xiao.

"You brat, getting cocky now that your wings are strong, huh!"

Ling Xiao scolded irritably, "If I'd known, I would have suppressed your Soul Power Level even lower!"

However, he wouldn't truly hold a grudge against a little girl.

After the energy was drained from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, it had already turned into a pool of ordinary clear spring water.

Qian Renxue naturally passed through the spring eye smoothly and returned to the surface.

In the valley, Dugu Bo was waiting in a state of burning anxiety. Seeing that figure shrouded in black mist finally fly out from the spring, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Take your granddaughter to the Crown Prince's Residence, and someone there will naturally provide you with the antidote!"

Ling Xiao had no intention of staying for even a moment; he tossed out those words casually before sweeping out of the valley, carrying Qian Renxue with him.

"Hey, wait—Dad!"

"What about me? Did you forget about me?!"

Watching his father leave without looking back, truly gone for good, Tang San became anxious in an instant.

And at this moment, Dugu Bo's eerie gaze slowly shifted toward him.

Previously, his mind had been entirely focused on Ling Xiao, but now he finally had the time to ponder this little brat.

He had been fooled by this kid for a while earlier, but thinking about it now, Him?

How could a little brat whose fur hadn't even grown in yet possibly cure the poison on his own body?

It was likely a case of a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, and he had just happened to guess the symptoms correctly.

Now, it was time to settle the score.

"Senior... please listen to me."

Tang San felt that killing intent and spoke up hurriedly, "Actually, that person just now... is my father!"

"He came to save me, but he didn't want me to recognize his identity, fearing that I would lose my drive to improve from this point on, which is why he refused to show his true face!"

Tang San could no longer afford to hide anything at this moment;

Looking at the other party's eyes, He was clearly about to be swallowed alive!

"Hehehehe—"

Dugu Bo let out a strange laugh.

"A joke! This is truly the biggest joke this old man has heard in his entire life."

"With your glib tongue and lack of backbone, you think you're worthy of clinging to that lord?"

Tang San felt as if his lungs were about to explode.

Saying he wasn't his father's son?

Wasn't that pointing at his nose and calling him a bastard?

If this could be tolerated, what couldn't?

Looking at Old Poison Freak's face, it was clear he wouldn't let him go today.

Rather than sit and wait for death, he might as well fight him.

Perhaps, This was the very test his father had left for him, and he was watching from the shadows right now!

Thinking of this, Tang San gripped the Zhuge Crossbow hidden in his sleeve.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out!

"Senior, please stop!"

A middle-aged man with a shoe-shaped face and black-rimmed glasses flashed forward first, blocking in front of Tang San.

It was none other than the Dean of Shrek Academy, Flender.

The fiery-tempered Liu Erlong followed closely behind, carrying a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a lecherous expression.

"Little San, are you alright?"

Yu Xiaogang broke free from Liu Erlong's "dragon claw," hurriedly straightened his crooked collar, And rushed forward in two strides, Shielding Tang San behind him with a face full of nervousness.

"What? You think you few can stop this old man?"

Getting beaten up by Ling Xiao was one thing, but he hadn't expected a few eyesores to pop up when he just wanted to deal with a little bug.

Dugu Bo's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Senior, please, calm your anger!"

Flender stepped forward with a grin to smooth things over. "If Xiao San has offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf."

He secretly transmitted his voice: "This student's father is the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect; he is currently enrolled at our academy. If something happens to him, we truly wouldn't be able to answer for it. We ask that you be magnanimous, Senior."

"Hmph, who has Dugu Bo ever feared? Don't try to pressure me with Tang Hao!"

Dugu Bo let out a cold snort and transmitted his voice back, though his expression shifted slightly.

That mad dog Tang Hao was indeed not to be trifled with. If he really summoned him here, his own heavily injured body might not fare well.

What rotten luck. Even grabbing a random brat turned out to be this troublesome!

"An apology? Fine!"

He pointed at the pits and craters covering the ground. "I don't need any other compensation from you; just restore this place to its original state!"

Taking the brat's life was out of the question now.

He knew that the "Golden Iron Triangle" standing before him possessed a certain level of strength.

He was already severely wounded and had no desire to engage in a pointless entanglement with them.

He was in a hurry to take his granddaughter to treat her poison and couldn't be bothered with more nonsense.

Yu Xiaogang's expression collapsed on the spot.

He was a noble Spirit Master; how could he perform such menial labor fit only for lowly coolies?

Yet, after weighing the unreserved pressure of a Title Douluo radiating from the man, he swallowed the words that had rushed to his lips.

If he truly pushed this old thing to the edge, the three of them might not be able to retreat unscathed from the hands of a Title Douluo.