Early in the morning, the air, already crisp with the arrival of autumn, carried a hint of coolness. Wu Ling, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes.
"Phew, at this rate, I should be able to reach the Soul Douluo in about a year, before the next Continental Advanced Spirit Master Tournament. Although it's a bit earlier than planned, it's fine now."
Then the door opened, and Zhu Zhuqing led two maids in carrying toiletries. Ever since Wu Ling and Zhu Zhuqing made their agreement half a month ago, she had spent all her time beside Wu Ling except for cultivating.
"Alright, Zhuqing, I'm not incapable of taking care of myself. What you should be doing is focusing on your cultivation." With that, Wu Ling handed a towel to a maid and waved for them to leave.
However, Zhu Zhuqing still insisted on following Wu Ling to the restaurant. After breakfast, Wu Ling received the latest intelligence from the Spirit Hall from Zhu Zhuqing.
"Let me see. After all this time, the matter between the Strength Clan and the Speed Clan should have almost died down. I believe that in another half month, these things won't even be considered topics of conversation anymore. After all, people are always forgetful. But is the Fire Leopard Sect still protesting because of the Flying Sword Sect? Ha, a den of snakes and rats. But judging from the White Tiger Sect's actions, it's probably been dragged out by the Star Luo Imperial Family to test the Spirit Hall. Just ignore it."
All of this intelligence was relayed back by spies planted by the Spirit Hall in various cities. In principle, only the Pope should be able to view this intelligence, but the Wu Ling easily obtained this right from Bibi Dong by offering three dinners as a bargaining chip.
As for the other elders and retainers, although their understanding of Wu Ling's strength was still uncertain due to the battle between Wu Ling and Tang Hao, they knew his general strength and, given his past contributions, turned a blind eye to this rule-breaking behavior.
After reviewing today's intelligence, about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed, and Zhu Zhuqing had already returned to cultivate after giving the intelligence to Wu Ling.
The rest of the morning was spent on his research and academic discussions with Xiao Fen and Medea.
Flames rose, and all the intelligence in Wu Ling's hands turned to ashes. Then he stood up and walked towards Xiao Fen's room.
Upon arriving outside Xiao Fen's room, Wu Ling used his Soul Power to inscribe several "keys" on the door before opening it. After opening the door, what came into view was no longer a crowded and dark laboratory, but a bright corridor with a sense of technology and mystery. On both sides of the corridor were several rooms, and these rooms, like the doors, each required a different "key" to open.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this is just a small room from the outside; the total size of the interior space is comparable to almost half of Spirit City.
This exaggerated proportion was created by Medea in collaboration with Xiao Fen after she saw the storage device in the Douluo Continent and combined it with space Magecraft from the Nasuverse.
Wu Ling took a few steps forward, then rhythmically tapped the wall. The Magic Circle engraved there instantly activated, teleporting Wu Ling directly to the room he wanted to go to.
Upon entering the room, Wu Ling saw a massive skeleton and countless bones scattered on the floor.
Long Wu was standing in the center of these skeletons, and in front of them, Xiao Fen and Medea were pointing at Long Wu.
"Gentlemen, how's the research going...?"
With Wu Ling joining them, the three of them engaged in a more heated discussion, and the morning slipped away unnoticed.
Just as Wu Ling was about to leave at noon, Xiao Fen Wu Ling stopped him, took out a pair of Red Embroidered Shoes, and said, "Main body, you should still remember this, right?"
Wu Ling nodded silently; he still had a deep impression of that place.
After receiving Wu Ling's reply, Xiao Fen said excitedly, "Just a few days ago, these Red Embroidered Shoes that I brought out from that place suddenly reacted, like some kind of medium or signal transmitter. I blocked it in time and traced the signal back to its source."
Upon hearing Xiao Fen's words, Wu Ling's eyes flickered; he was also very interested in that mysterious place.
"Can we go now?"
But Xiao Fen shook her head and explained, "That place seems to be controlled by someone; its location keeps changing, so it will take some time to pinpoint it and establish contact."
"Okay, keep a close eye on it, and let me know if you get any results." After saying that, Wu Ling left the room to have lunch. After all, eating is the most important thing in the world. Even if the Asura God were to block his way, he would just use his God-Slaying Spear to get past him and then continue eating.
After lunch, in the afternoon, Wu Ling Heroic Spirit: Karna, Heracles, and Berserker Lancelot.
Because Wu Ling is not Heroic Spirit, although his martial arts are amazing, they are not directly imprinted in his soul. If he does not practice for a long time, he will still become rusty.
Besides, Wu Ling's current martial arts can be described as a crude combination of the martial arts of these Heroic Spirit. Although powerful, it always gives people a feeling of being an empty shell. Therefore, Wu Ling's constant training is also with the idea of taking this opportunity to integrate these martial arts and then forge his own path.
After an afternoon of intense fighting, Wu Ling felt utterly exhausted. He desperately wanted to take a bath and have a warm cup of red bean milk to relax comfortably. After all, he still had to prepare dinner with Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong knew was due to meet later, and she would probably ask him some questions then.
But just as Wu Ling was halfway there, the steward, Old Li, suddenly found Wu Ling and reported, "Your Highness, His Huyan Zhen requests an audience."
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling paused in her steps. "... What a nuisance. Take him to the living room." With that, Wu Ling turned and walked towards the living room, where Huyan Zhen had followed the butler.
Huyan Zhen entered the living room, and upon seeing Wu Ling, he cupped his hands in greeting and said respectfully, " Huyan Zhen greets His Highness the Holy Son."
Even after becoming Titled Douluo, he still kept his identity in mind when facing Wu Ling, the Holy Son.
Because he understood that over the years, his original chances of becoming Titled Douluo were probably less than 50%. It was only thanks to the cultivation technique given to him by the Holy Son and the potion developed by the pink Holy Son clone that he was able to break through in one fell swoop. And with the Holy Son's methods, since he could help him break through, he could definitely take back everything he had.
Facing Huyan Zhen, a Titled Douluo, Wu Ling asked indifferently, "Well, tell me, what's the matter?"
Ignoring Wu Ling's perfunctory attitude, Huyan Zhen said, " Your His Highness the Holy Son, the deans of the Shenfeng Academy, Chihuo Academy, and Skywater Academy have written to me, saying they hope to meet with you."
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling chuckled lightly, "Hmph, they've been thinking about this decision for two years."
Even after you became Titled Douluo, they weren't in a hurry to contact you. But now that I've just dealt with the four major families, they're rushing over in a panic. They really won't act until they see the benefits.
Let's keep them hanging for now. I'll reply to them in two weeks. As for the message, just say I'll be going there in a month, and tell them to get their things ready. My appearance fee is quite high."
"Yes, Your Highness."