The Double-Surnamed Dugu

On the other side, Qingxi retracted her divine ability, a look of shock appearing on her face. The lollipop in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor.

What had she just heard?

Abducting the Saintess of Spirit Hall? Incest between siblings?

Incest between siblings!!!

This Grandmaster really had some tricks up his sleeve!

Watching Yu Tianheng and Yu Xiaogang return one after the other, the latter's complexion was extremely poor.

Qingxi's shocked little expression lingered for a long time, unable to be reined in.

"Hey? Are you stunned?" Seeing Qingxi's strange expression, Yu Feng bent down and waved a hand in front of her.

"Mm, stunned." Qingxi snapped back to reality, looked into Yu Feng's azure eyes, and nodded blankly.

Incest! Was that even something a human could do?

"Boss." Seeing Yu Tianheng return, Yu Feng greeted him happily.

"Let's go." Yu Tianheng nodded. He reached out as if to ruffle Qingxi's hair, but pulled his hand back halfway.

He remembered that this child did not like being touched.

"Is it all resolved?" Yu Feng held his head high, looking at Flender and the others with disdain.

"Resolved." Yu Tianheng picked up the bag on the ground and signaled for Qingxi to follow, not sparing a glance at a certain someone for the rest of the time.

"Wait..." Flender raised his hand, wanting to say something, but was stopped by a look from Yu Xiaogang.

"Let them go."

"Xiaogang, are you just giving up on such good students? So what if they are from Heaven Dou Royal Academy? Are we afraid of them? They're just a bunch of good-for-nothings," Flender said indignantly.

In his view, that child staying at Heaven Dou Royal Academy was a complete waste of talent.

"Exactly." Zhao Wuji nodded from the side as well. They were just a couple of Soul Masters around level thirty; what was there to be so arrogant about?

"Teacher?" Tang San noticed the Grandmaster's poor complexion and quickly stepped forward to support him, his face filled with concern.

"It's nothing." Yu Xiaogang shook his head. Even though his face was grim, his expression remained solemn. "That girl has the compound surname Dugu. She is not someone we can afford to provoke. Behind her stands a Title Douluo."

The temperamental Poison Douluo might just poison Shrek if he were in a bad mood.

"A Title Douluo?" Tang San was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that girl to have such a deep background.

That was a Title Douluo!

"A Title Douluo with the compound surname Dugu..." Flender lowered his head to think for a moment, then his face showed astonishment. "Could it be..."

Yu Xiaogang nodded, hands behind his back, returning to his inscrutable demeanor.

"Let's go. Head back and prepare for the little monsters' team battle."

The group headed back the way they came, their backs looking somewhat dejected.

"Dean, are you talking about that Title Douluo?" On the way, Tang San asked curiously. This was his first time coming into contact with the existence of a Title Douluo-level figure.

"Naturally, the senior known as the Poison Douluo, who dominates the world with his poison. You should know that breaking through to the Soul Douluo level is not very difficult. But wanting to break through to the Title Douluo level is as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Once you reach the Title Douluo level, every single rank is a world of difference. To increase one level of Soul Power often takes years, or even decades. It requires not just comprehension, but also opportunity."

Flender paused for a moment, his expression turning excited. "And the Poison Douluo is a legend. He only had level 90 Soul Power at the start, yet in six years, he broke through five levels of Soul Power in succession, leaping to become a level 95 Title Douluo!"

"Level 95?!" A look of astonishment appeared on Tang San's face.

On the other side, Qingxi followed Yu Tianheng and the others to the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge. The whole room had already finished their battles and returned, sitting in twos and threes, discussing the upcoming team battle.

"Tea... Little sister." Dugu Yan looked at the person following behind Yu Tianheng, nearly calling her by the wrong title in her surprise.

"Come on, everyone, have something to eat. Boss is treating." Yu Feng placed the bag on the central table, took things out one by one, and shouted at Dugu Yan, "Yanzi, your little sister was almost bullied just now, but fortunately, we ran into them."

"Nice! You kid actually remembered to add extra-spicy for me." Oslo gave Yu Feng a light punch and picked up the lamb skewers with extra spice from the table.

"Who did it?!" Dugu Yan pulled Qingxi aside to sit down, her face turning cold as she heard what Yu Feng said.

"It's fine." Qingxi shook her head; it wasn't a big deal to begin with.

"Don't worry, they won't dare to do it again," Yu Tianheng said calmly, picking out the things Dugu Yan liked to eat and placing them in front of her.

"Thank you." Dugu Yan's expression softened slightly. She thanked Yu Tianheng and sent a secret message.

Dugu Yan: Who is so capable? Daring to bully you?

Qingxi: ...I wasn't bullied.

"Here..." Ye Lingling prepared some mild meat skewers and handed them to Qingxi, also opening a bottle of peach-flavored soda for her.

"What's good about those? You need the extra-spicy ones to really enjoy it. Little sister, eat these lamb skewers; they're spicy and satisfying." Oslo smirked and handed Qingxi a handful of lamb skewers.

"Thank you." Qingxi hurriedly took them.

"Little sister, try this." Yu Feng joined in.

"Take it easy on her." Dugu Yan rested her chin on her hand, watching everyone frantically feeding a certain someone.

Perhaps because Qingxi looked the youngest, the others in the Heaven Dou Team especially loved to feed her.

Midway, she made an excuse to go to the restroom, finished the match in a few minutes, and returned to the private room.

As the final match at the Great Soul Fighting Arena began, the six members of the Heaven Dou Team left the lounge one after another, leaving only Qingxi and Dugu Yan behind.

"Aren't you going?" Qingxi asked.

"I'd like to," Dugu Yan said, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the six people on the soul fighting stage. "But if I join, they'll be matched against Gold Soul Fighting teams with Soul Power above level fifty."

With their current strength, they had almost no chance of winning.

Qingxi watched the match below, frowning slightly. "Have they never used the Body Tempering Liquid from Spirit Hall?"

"No. Actually, the relationship between the two great empires and Spirit Hall is quite delicate; they exist in a state of mutual distrust. Even if Spirit Hall wanted to promote the Body Tempering Liquid to the two empires, the ones who would accept it are usually commoners, because the nobility simply looks down on things that are too cheap. However, I have given them Body Tempering Pills. Why do you ask?"

Dugu Yan tilted her head slightly, her gaze landing on Qingxi's face, not understanding why she had suddenly asked this.

"Then how long have you known each other?"

"Seven or eight years, I suppose." Dugu Yan said it very naturally; her relationship with Yu Tianheng and the others had always been excellent, as they had practically grown up together.

Qingxi tapped her fingertips against the railing—tap, tap, tap—seemingly lost in thought.

"Then have you never thought about letting them absorb Soul Rings beyond their level?" Qingxi's voice was low. She looked at the uniform two-yellow and one-purple Soul Ring configuration on the stage and even found it somewhat absurd.

The greatest function of the Origin Spirit Liquid was to expel impurities from the body, thereby achieving the effect of strengthening the physique, and for those with good talent, even drawing spiritual energy into the body.

Yet, the so-called "Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls" stated that once the optimal age limit for a Martial Soul was exceeded, the user would explode and die.

The reason attributed to this was that the physical body could not withstand the power brought by the Soul Ring.

If the physical body were improved, then couldn't the age limit of the Soul Ring also be increased?

Qingxi had once deduced that after using the Body Tempering Liquid, the configuration for the first four Soul Rings should be between Yellow-Purple-Purple-Purple and Purple-Purple-Purple-Black.

And after taking the Body Tempering Pill, the tolerance limit should be around Purple-Purple-Black-Black.

That is, the first Soul Ring should not exceed four thousand years, the second should be under ten thousand years, the third under twenty thousand years, and the fourth under thirty-five thousand years.

These children...

Qingxi sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Ah? Absorb beyond the limit? But the 'Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls' says that once the age limit is exceeded, one will explode and die, and the best Soul Ring configuration should be yellow..." Dugu Yan's voice grew weaker as she met Qingxi's sharp gaze.

She poked her index fingers together, bowing her head like someone who had done something wrong.

"Please, take your brain out of that set of core competitiveness theories." Qingxi looked at Dugu Yan with a cold gaze.

"In cultivation, one practices spiritual energy. But a Soul Master practices Soul Power. The two are different. Your first two Soul Rings were obtained because your Soul Ring age limit evolved later on, and your third, fourth, and fifth rings are purely because your own physical body is strong enough. You don't actually think it was the effect of that drop of Origin Spirit Liquid I gave you, do you?"

Dugu Yan looked up at Qingxi, curious as to how she knew what she was thinking.

Qingxi let out a cold snort, clearly not wanting to deal with Dugu Yan, and turned to leave.

"Master, where are you going?" Dugu Yan hurriedly chased after her.

Then, she watched as the woman found the team battle area for the Shrek Team and placed a bet.

Flender had just bet fifty thousand on the Shrek Team to win when he saw that eyesore of a little girl.

He was instantly furious. She wouldn't join their Shrek Academy, yet she bet on them to win every single day!

"What are you looking at? If you're capable, then lose." Qingxi saw Flender and the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile.

Only a fool wouldn't take money when it was there to be made.

Besides, it was fun to annoy them.

"You..." Flender pointed at the young girl before him, but remembering the Title Douluo behind her, he flicked his sleeves in anger and walked away.