Discipline

Zhao Wuji had originally intended to argue against Tang San's suggestion to remain here for the time being.

But Ning Rongrong spoke first. Combined with Flender's instructions before they had set out, Zhao Wuji immediately began to suppress her.

"Heh, if you're afraid of death, go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and be your little princess. Tang San, tell me first—why do you want to stay here?" Seeing Ning Rongrong's face turn deathly pale from his words, Zhao Wuji knew not to push too far and turned to Tang San instead.

"..." Ning Rongrong's face had gone pale from being yelled at, and she could only clutch tightly at her skirt.

She had long heard of the Peerless Dragon Snake. The Dragon Duke and Snake Lady were practically inseparable, and their Martial Soul Fusion Skill was powerful enough to rival a Titled Douluo. Although the Dragon Duke had not appeared just now, he could not have been far away.

Out here, she was only an auxiliary-type soul master. And with this team seemingly excluding her, she had no choice but to consider her own safety.

Ever since arriving in Suotuo City, she had sensed killing intent twice.

If Dai Mubai had merely been trying to scare her, then that youth in the city had truly intended to kill her.

"Teacher Zhao, I also broke through Rank 30 just now. I need a soul ring as well." Tang San's gaze passed over Ning Rongrong's face without lingering on her. Ning Rongrong's personality at this stage really was rather unlikable; she needed to be taught a lesson.

Hearing that Tang San had also broken through Rank 30, Zhao Wuji immediately let out a hearty laugh.

"Good!"

"Reaching Rank 30 at your age means your talent and perseverance have already surpassed Dai Mubai's at the time. The rest of you need to work hard too. Don't fall too far behind." Zhao Wuji praised Tang San.

At the same time, he felt that as that person's son, Tang San ought to be like this. It would only be natural if he were even stronger, considering that person had been known as the youngest Titled Douluo in history.

"Little San, congratulations." Upon hearing Zhao Wuji say that Tang San's talent had surpassed his own, Dai Mubai did not feel the slightest resentment. He had already realized as much during their first exchange.

As the person who had spent the longest time with Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun also stepped forward to congratulate him. They had had some misunderstandings before, but those had long since been cleared up. Men were like that—misunderstandings came quickly and went quickly.

Seeing his goddess being yelled at until her face turned pale, Oscar immediately stepped forward to smooth things over.

"That's great, Teacher Zhao. How about we wait until Little San gets his soul ring too, then head back together? Don't worry—with me here, everyone's safety in the Star Dou Great Forest is absolutely guaranteed." Oscar did not keep them in suspense and immediately revealed his third soul skill. As he spoke, he condensed one for each person and stuffed them into everyone's hands.

"Third Soul Skill—I Have a Mushroom Sausage. Effect: fly for one minute at the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent."

As he spoke, he proudly waved the Mushroom Sausage in his hand at everyone.

Upon hearing that Oscar's third soul skill was so powerful, Ning Rongrong was so astonished that she could not speak. Even the motion of tossing the thing away as trash came to a halt.

At the speed of a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, even if they could only fly for one minute, they could travel at least two thousand meters. Two thousand meters was enough to evade most dangers. But if they encountered the Peerless Dragon Snake, that distance would amount to nothing. At the very least, the Snake Lady excelled in speed.

Her gaze swept across the group, and Ning Rongrong unconsciously edged a little closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

If there was anyone in this team most likely to become her ally, it could only be Zhu Zhuqing. Moreover, Zhu Zhuqing possessed a soul bone, and its defensive skill was exceptionally formidable. As long as she built a good relationship with her, Zhu Zhuqing naturally would not abandon her in a crisis.

She shared a room with Xiao Wu, so she could naturally tell that Xiao Wu disliked Zhu Zhuqing. She did not know the exact reason, but because of Zhu Zhuqing's figure, she could not say that she liked her either.

But that did not mean she could not befriend her. Besides, Zhu Zhuqing was not difficult to get along with. At the very least, she was easier to understand than many people here.

Thinking this, she moved another step closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, council hall.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the intelligence report delivered by his subordinate, his brows tightly furrowed.

A little brat without even one soul ring actually dared to look down on his precious daughter.

But he also knew his youngest daughter's temper. She was already utterly unruly at home; once she went outside, she would be even worse. He could only hope this training would help her mature somewhat.

Just then, a hearty voice rang out. "Fengzhi, has there been any news of Rongrong today?" Before the words had even faded, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face strode inside.

He sat directly in the seat closest to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi instinctively pressed the intelligence report beneath his official documents.

"There isn't any intelligence from today yet, Uncle Sword. How did your spar with Uncle Dragon go?" Ning Fengzhi wore a proper smile as he placated him.

"Heh, we've fought for so many years. What could possibly change?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin casually swept his gaze around and easily spotted a familiar Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect message slip. But seeing Ning Fengzhi's expression, he chose not to expose it directly.

"We will not stop you from letting Rongrong train, but if Rongrong suffers any grievance, you must inform us!" Chen Xin emphasized the words "inform us."

Yet seeing that Ning Fengzhi still looked as though nothing had happened, Chen Xin could only leave first.

After leaving the council hall, Chen Xin saw a tall figure standing in the shadows.

"Old Gu, something seems wrong on Rongrong's side!" Chen Xin transmitted his voice.

At those words, the tall figure in the shadows lowered his head, and a muffled voice sounded beside the Sword Douluo's ear.

"You keep an eye on Fengzhi this month. Don't let him find out. I'll personally go take a look at Rongrong's situation."

With that, the tall figure in the shadows immediately vanished from where he stood.

Watching Gu Rong disappear, Chen Xin felt somewhat reassured. With Gu Rong there, the number of people in this world who could make things difficult for Rongrong could be counted on one hand.

Gu Rong's figure appeared in the air, yet did not draw anyone's attention as he flew southward at tremendous speed.

How could the traveling speed of a Rank 95 Titled Douluo be ordinary? Flying through the air, Gu Rong soon spotted a massive convoy.

Though the merchant caravan had many people, it was nothing noteworthy to a sect like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which was famous for its wealth. Yet this very convoy, which should have been unable to draw his attention, made him take notice.

Gu Rong stopped in midair, his gaze constantly sweeping over the group below.

From the moment he had approached this convoy, Gu Rong had felt a sense of discomfort. It was faint, hazy as a veil of gauze.

It seemed both present and absent—not physical discomfort, but more like suppression originating from his soul... or perhaps his martial soul.