The Unruly Little Demoness!

At this moment, Yu Luomian was deeply embedded into the hard stone wall in the shape of a spread-eagled "big" character, with crushed rocks raining down around him.

"Cough, cough."

Yu Luomian spat out a mouthful of blood.

Beside Zhou Tong, a lean, upright green figure had already appeared.

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his emerald pupils sweeping coldly over Yu Luomian as his hoarse voice reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"Yu Luomian, who gave you the nerve to bully a disciple of this Poison Douluo!"

He stepped forward, arriving before the unconscious Yu Luomian. "Go back and tell that old dragon of yours that he can decide whether I coil or lie down."

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"His Excellency Poison Douluo!"

"To think Zhou Tong has such a master."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has always been overbearing. They thought Zhou Tong was a soft persimmon and wanted to use him to make an example, but who knew he was a steel plate."

"This is getting interesting. They've provoked the world's number one poison Title Douluo; even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect won't be able to brush this off easily."

The crowd's discussion rose like a tide, everyone stunned by the sudden reversal.

After a long while, Yu Luomian gradually regained consciousness.

"Your Excellency Poison Douluo, I truly did not expect to offend you."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has no intention of offending you."

Yu Luomian had wanted to use his influence to bully others, but he knew his own faults. Facing the untouchable Dugu Bo, he instantly became reasonable.

"Yu Luomian, how do you intend to compensate my disciple?"

Dugu Bo did not want to make things too tense with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect; since the other party was apologizing, it was best to quit while ahead.

Yu Luomian said bluntly, "I wonder what your disciple wants?"

Zhou Tong spoke up, "I want your sect's Heaven Lightning Body Tempering Method, and two thousand-year-old lightning dragons containing true blood for my cultivation."

He knew that the lightning dragon bloodline naturally possessed strong resistance to lightning, and he wanted to use his martial soul to absorb it to further enhance his own resistance.

"Fine, I agree."

Yu Luomian replied immediately.

Following this, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe approached Zhou Tong and said:

"Zhou Tong, you are gifted with extraordinary talent and astonishing strength. Today's battle has truly opened my eyes."

"It is the good fortune of the Imperial Family to have such a genius in the empire."

"With your combat power, young friend Zhou Tong, you are fully qualified to enter the Imperial Fighting Team without an examination."

"The selection process for you is hereby waived."

"I announce that Zhou Tong is directly admitted to this year's Imperial Fighting Team and shall serve as the team captain!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion broke out. To become the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team immediately upon enrollment was absolutely terrifying.

Everyone felt that a supernova was about to rise.

Not long after, Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan also passed the selection and entered the Imperial Fighting Team.

At the same time, Ning Rongrong also passed the selection and joined the Imperial Fighting Team.

"Little Brother Zhou, this is my teacher, Sect Master Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Teacher, this is Zhou Tong. I've already put in a good word for you, so you can't go back on your word regarding this investment."

At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Zhou Tong, having just finished the selection, met Xue Qinghe and the others.

Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) took the initiative to introduce them.

Zhou Tong looked at Xue Qinghe and the others, nodding slightly.

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning."

Looking at the gentle and refined Ning Fengzhi before him, Zhou Tong spoke first.

"Little Brother Zhou Tong, you are truly a heaven-sent talent."

"Even Yu Tianheng was defeated by you."

"I am Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and these are my good friends Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and my daughter, Ning Rongrong."

Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Seeing such a gifted youth, he felt a surge of appreciation.

As the sect master of the world's second-greatest sect, even some Soul Saints and Title Douluos treated him with great respect.

For this ten-year-old child to be so calm in his presence—what a remarkable temperament.

"Yu Tianheng possesses impressive strength; being able to defeat him was merely a stroke of luck."

Facing Ning Fengzhi's praise, Zhou Tong responded modestly.

He was well aware that Ning Fengzhi was nothing more than a speculator.

And the kind of speculator who lacked sound judgment at that.

In the original story, Ning Fengzhi had invested his entire fortune into Tang San, only to end up with his family nearly wiped out, leaving behind nothing but a few stragglers.

The entire foundation of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been almost completely obliterated.

It could be said that his gamble had been a miserable failure.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect loves nothing more than to make the acquaintance of geniuses."

"My daughter, Rongrong, is on the same team as you; I hope you will take good care of her in the future, Captain."

"Rongrong, come over here and greet Brother Zhou Tong."

Ning Fengzhi said with a gentle expression.

Ning Fengzhi beckoned behind him, and a delicate young girl stepped out from his shadow.

"I have heard that Princess Ning possesses the rare Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul; I fear it is I who will need Princess Ning's care in the future."

As Zhou Tong spoke, his gaze fell upon Ning Rongrong before him.

She was dressed in a jewel-blue gown with wide sleeves, her coffee-colored hair long and flowing.

Her long bangs were parted in the middle and tucked behind her small, crystalline ears.

Her large, blue eyes were bright and watery, and her features were incredibly refined; she was truly beautiful.

But this exquisite little beauty soon revealed her fiery side.

"Zhou Tong, you were quite impressive today, weren't you?"

Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her slender waist, her almond eyes wide with anger, her delicate face flushed with fury as she pointed at Zhou Tong.

"How did you do it? How is your third soul ring a ten-thousand-year ring?"

"Can you tell me how you cultivated?"

"You really are a monster!"

Looking at the somewhat unruly Ning Rongrong, Zhou Tong remained calm and indifferent.

"Actually, to achieve this is not that difficult."

"As long as you train your body to the limit, so that your physical form and mental strength can withstand a ten-thousand-year soul ring, that is enough."

"Endure Heaven Lightning to temper your body every day for at least three hours, and you can make your physical form exceptionally strong."

"If you keep at it, you can be just like me."

Facing Ning Rongrong's curious questions, Zhou Tong said indifferently.

But these words, which sounded so casual, were terrifying when they reached Ning Rongrong's ears.

Ning Rongrong's delicate face stiffened, her cherry lips hanging open, unable to close for a long time.

The way she looked at Zhou Tong was as if she were staring at a devil.

Tempering the body with Heaven Lightning for three hours every day—was that even something a human could do?

Wouldn't one be struck dead by the Heaven Lightning?

That was simply too exaggerated.

"Young Friend Zhou, since you are a friend of Rongrong, you are a friend of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Take this token. If you ever have need of our sect in the future, just bring this token to us, and we will certainly assist you."

"Many thanks, Sect Master Ning."

"You are truly generous."

Zhou Tong said.

Faced with Sect Master Ning's warm hospitality, how could Zhou Tong refuse?

Would that not be chilling the heart of Sect Master Ning?

This token could be used to withdraw over a million Gold Soul Coins from the Seven Treasure Trading House, which showed just how generous Sect Master Ning was.