Heading to the Star Dou Great Forest, Ning Fengzhi

The next day, at noon, outside the Murong Estate.

A massive carriage, entirely gold and black, was pulled by four thousand-year Flame-Treading Horse, a display of wealth that could only be described as inhuman.

"Son, my precious son, let's go, it's time to depart!"

Hearing Murong Fuhai's boisterous shouting, Murong Huai scratched his head in silence.

"Seriously, Dad, you're a Title Douluo now, can't you be a bit more composed?"

Murong Fuhai didn't get angry at his son's jab.

"Oh, you little brat, lecturing your own father now? Get on the carriage, let's get moving."

Nearby, Bibi Dong stood obediently. Upon seeing Murong Huai, she revealed a joyful smile.

"Brother Murong, you're here..."

Murong Huai smiled at her words.

"Dong'er, let's go. We're heading out to hunt for a soul ring."

"Okay."

Murong Huai took Bibi Dong's hand and boarded the carriage, followed by a smiling Murong Fuhai. The coachman urged the horses forward, and they soon departed from Martial Soul City.

As dusk fell, they arrived at a small town outside the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Star Dou Great Forest was not too far from Martial Soul Hall, taking only three or four hours to reach. However, since it was already late, Murong Fuhai decided to take the two of them to rest for the night in the town outside the forest.

After finding an inn, Murong Fuhai ordered a table full of food; after all, they had been traveling all afternoon and needed to replenish their energy.

Murong Huai was his usual self, a pig trotter in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right, devouring them with gusto, his mouth covered in grease. Seeing this, Bibi Dong covered her mouth and giggled, finally letting go of her reserve.

"Tch, country bumpkins..."

Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out. Bibi Dong and the feasting Murong Huai turned to look and saw at the neighboring table a young boy dressed in blue and white, his hair tied with a blue ribbon. He was delicate and handsome, exuding an air of arrogance—a quintessential little pretty boy.

Beside him sat two men: one wore a scholarly white robe, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his white hair flowing elegantly, his entire presence like a straight, sharp blade. The other was tall but gaunt, wearing black armor, his black hair streaked with strands of white.

Hearing the boy's mockery, Bibi Dong puffed out her cheeks and pointed at him.

"Who are you, and why are you talking about us like that!"

Hearing this, the boy crossed his arms over his chest and said proudly:

"My name is Ning Fengzhi, the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!!!"

Bibi Dong was stunned by Ning Fengzhi's words, then shook her head.

"Never heard of it..."

The little boy Ning Fengzhi pouted, looked at the two men beside him, and said:

"My two uncles are both Soul Douluos!!"

Bibi Dong looked at Murong Fuhai, who nodded in response. Bibi Dong lifted her chin.

"My uncle is a Title Douluo!!!"

Bibi Dong didn't actually know Murong Fuhai's Soul Power Level, but seeing that he didn't look very old, she claimed he was a Title Douluo just to get the upper hand. Murong Fuhai smiled and shook his head, remaining silent.

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Ning Fengzhi was taken aback, then looked at the chicken leg on the table and said:

"My two uncles can eat five chicken legs in one sitting!"

Bibi Dong refused to be outdone.

"My uncle can eat ten!!"

Ning Fengzhi stood up and continued:

"My uncle can finish a whole pig in five bites!"

"My uncle can finish it in three!" Bibi Dong said, hands on her hips.

Ning Fengzhi thought for a moment and said:

"My uncle dares to eat poop!!"

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, the two who were eating couldn't help but cough. Bibi Dong, without hesitation, retorted:

"My uncle can eat a pound!"

"My uncle can eat five pounds!"

"My uncle can eat so, so many pounds!"

"My uncle can't even eat a meal if there isn't any poop..."

Listening to the two little brats' simple and unadorned bickering, everyone in the restaurant watched the scene with great interest. Murong Huai quietly leaned toward Murong Fuhai and whispered:

"Dad, how did Dong'er know you liked eating poop?"

"I don't know either..."

"Oh, I see."

Murong Huai got his answer and sat back in his seat. Murong Fuhai realized what had been implied and hurriedly retorted:

"Bullshit, I've never eaten shit in my life, alright?"

"Right, right, you haven't."

Murong Huai nodded, then immediately buried his head back into his meal.

Murong Fuhai: o(￣ヘ￣o#)

A while later, Murong Huai pulled Bibi Dong back, while the two at the neighboring table also called Ning Fengzhi back. They cupped their hands toward Murong Fuhai and said:

"I am Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and this is Gu Rong. May we ask for your name, senior?"

The two were none other than the future legends, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong. They were currently in their late forties, both at the mid-level Soul Douluo realm. They had just tried to sense Murong Fuhai's soul power, but found absolutely nothing.

Either the man was a commoner with no cultivation, or he was a soul master far more powerful than them. Given that they were currently in the Star Dou Great Forest, the former was clearly impossible.

Hearing their words, Murong Fuhai nodded.

"This Seat is Murong Fuhai."

Upon hearing the name Murong Fuhai, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were instantly shocked. While Murong Fuhai was quite amusing at home, he was known abroad as the fearsome Demon Dragon Marshal.

During the great war between the two empires, Murong Fuhai had led his fifty thousand Black Flame Army troops to force the two empires' combined force of over six hundred thousand soldiers to retreat to their respective borders, preventing a war without shedding a drop of blood.

Relying on his own strength, Murong Fuhai had forced the commanders of both empires to sign a treaty, prohibiting any war involving more than one hundred thousand soldiers for a century. His reputation was legendary.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Demon Dragon. We were ignorant, we hope that you..."

Murong Fuhai waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities. This Seat is not petty enough to bicker with juniors."

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong then exchanged a look with Ning Fengzhi. Understanding their intent, Ning Fengzhi picked up a new cup, poured a glass of fruit juice, and walked over to Murong Huai, saying:

"I'm sorry, that was my fault earlier. I apologize."

Seeing this, Murong Huai felt a bit embarrassed. Being apologized to by a little brat was awkward. Murong Huai shook his head and lifted his grease-covered hands to show he couldn't take the cup.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Seeing this, Bibi Dong snatched the cup away and gulped down all the juice, her cheeks puffed out.

"Hmph, why aren't you apologizing to me!"

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi muttered under his breath:

"I wasn't talking to you..."

Bibi Dong bared her teeth in anger, faint purple soul power surging around her. Seeing this, Murong Huai hurriedly wiped his hands clean on Murong Fuhai's clothes.

He quickly pulled Bibi Dong aside. It was a joke; Ning Fengzhi was just an auxiliary-type soul master. If they really fought, he would be beaten black and blue by Bibi Dong.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong naturally wouldn't sit by and watch. Although there was no real threat, there was no need to make enemies for no reason. They were just kids, and it wasn't a big deal; he wouldn't get angry over something so trivial.

"Dong'er, Dong'er, you two can consider this a case of 'no discord, no concord.' Just make friends, no need to fight."

Afterward, Murong Huai was the first to extend his hand.

"Hello, my name is Murong Huai."

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also gripped Murong Huai's hand.

"My name is Ning Fengzhi."

"Ahem, Dong'er." Murong Huai gestured toward Bibi Dong beside him. Seeing this, she pouted and said:

"Hmph, my name is Bibi Dong."

Seeing that the three had not come to blows, Chen Xin and Gu Rong breathed a sigh of relief. If something had actually happened, it would have been very difficult to handle.