Discipline

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

But Ning Rongrong spoke first. Taking into account Flander's instructions before he came, Zhao Wuji immediately began to suppress her.

"Heh, if you're so 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.

"..." Ning Rongrong's face had gone pale from being shouted at. She could only clutch her dress tightly.

She had long heard of the Unrivaled Dragon Serpent. The Dragon Duke and Serpent Grandmother were practically inseparable, and their martial soul fusion skill was said to rival the power of a Title Douluo. Although the Dragon Duke had not appeared just now, he could not have been too far away.

Out here, she was only an auxiliary-type soul master. With this team already seeming to exclude her, she had no choice but to consider her own safety.

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

If Dai Mubai had merely been trying to frighten her, then that young man in the city truly would have killed 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 point really was somewhat unlikeable. She needed to be disciplined.

Hearing that Tang San had also reached Rank 30, Zhao Wuji burst into hearty laughter.

"Good!"

"To reach Rank 30 at your age, your talent and perseverance have already surpassed Dai Mubai's at the time. The rest of you need to work hard too. Don't let yourselves fall too far behind." Zhao Wuji gave Tang San his approval.

At the same time, he felt that as that Your Excellency's son, Tang San ought to be this outstanding. Even greater strength would only be natural, considering that man had been known as the youngest Title Douluo in history.

"Little San, congratulations." When Dai Mubai heard Zhao Wuji say Tang San's talent had surpassed his own, he did not feel the slightest resentment. From the first time they fought, Dai Mubai had already recognized this.

As the person who had spent the longest time with Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun stepped forward to congratulate him as well. Although they had had some misunderstandings before, they had long since cleared them up. Men's misunderstandings came quickly and went quickly.

Seeing his goddess scolded 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, 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. He immediately explained his third soul skill, condensing one sausage for each person as he spoke and stuffing them into everyone's hands.

"Third soul skill—I Have a Mushroom Sausage. Effect: fly for one minute at the speed of a Phoenix-Tailed Crest Snake."

As he spoke, he proudly waved the mushroom sausage in his hand at everyone.

Hearing that Oscar's third soul skill was so powerful, Ning Rongrong was too astonished to speak. Even the motion of throwing the thing away like garbage came to a stop.

At the speed of a Phoenix-Tailed Crest Snake, 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 Unrivaled Dragon Serpent, that distance would mean little. At the very least, the Serpent Grandmother excelled in speed.

Her gaze swept over the group, and Ning Rongrong's steps unconsciously shifted 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. Besides, Zhu Zhuqing possessed a soul bone, and its defensive skill was extremely formidable. As long as she built a good relationship with her, Zhu Zhuqing naturally would not abandon her at a critical moment.

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. Zhu Zhuqing was not difficult to get along with, and at the very least, she was easier to understand than many people here.

With that thought, she moved a little closer to Zhu Zhuqing.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Council Hall.

Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply as he looked over the intelligence report submitted by his subordinates.

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

But he also knew his youngest daughter's temperament. At home, she had already been lawless; outside, she would be even worse. He could only hope this experience would help her mature somewhat.

Just then, a hearty voice rang out. "Fengzhi, has any news about Rongrong come back today?" Before the voice had faded, an elderly man with crane-white hair and a youthful face strode in.

He sat directly in the seat closest to Ning Fengzhi.

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

"Today's report has not arrived yet, Uncle Sword. How did your spar with Uncle Bone go?" Ning Fengzhi wore a proper smile as he reassured 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 reaction, he chose not to expose him directly.

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

Yet Ning Fengzhi still looked as though nothing had happened. Chen Xin could only leave for now.

As Chen Xin exited the Council Hall, he saw a tall figure standing in the shadows.

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

At those words, the tall figure in the shadows lowered his head, and a muffled voice sounded beside 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, there were only a handful of people in the world who could make things difficult for Rongrong.

Gu Rong's figure appeared in the sky without drawing anyone's attention, then sped southward at top speed.

How could the travel speed of a Rank 95 Title Douluo be ordinary? Flying through the air, Gu Rong soon spotted a massive caravan.

Though the caravan had many people, it was nothing to a sect famed for its wealth like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Yet this very caravan, which should not have attracted his attention at all, made him stop and look.

Gu Rong hovered in the air, his gaze constantly sweeping across the group below.

Ever since approaching this caravan, Gu Rong had felt a sense of discomfort. It was faint, hazy as a veil of gauze.

It came and went, not a physical discomfort, but something more like suppression from the soul... or perhaps from his martial soul.