Gangzi, Do You Know Why Bibi Dong Broke Up with You?

Though Salas had been turned down, even a Soul Douluo like him did not dare show his displeasure.

After a few more polite words, he left with a grave expression.

Xue Ye invited Toji to stay for a banquet, but Toji was not interested. He still had a loan shark to pay back.

Toji punched the Casino door off its hinges, then waved the Titled Douluo token Xue Ye had given him as he repaid his debt. The loan shark was so frightened he leaked a couple of drops, but that did not change the fact that Toji was a good man who paid back what he borrowed.

Spare a thought for that loan shark's shattered nerves.

Ning Fengzhi visited Toji several more times. Besides bringing him some Gold Soul Coins, he said, "If you need anything, I'll be glad to help."

Toji, who was playing Three-Card Poker, grew a little interested. He fell silent, looking deep in thought.

"Your Excellency the Tyrant, if there's anything I can help with, please just say the word." Ning Fengzhi naturally wanted to draw a fighter of Titled Douluo caliber, one with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, into the camp opposing Spirit Hall. Better still if he could bring Toji close to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Damn it, that bastard Xue Beng made me come all this way.

Toji was quiet for a moment before speaking calmly. "I have a child, but he's missing. Could you help me find him, Sect Master Ning?"

"A child? I had no idea you'd suffered the pain of being separated from your own flesh and blood. Forgive my thoughtlessness in bringing up such a painful memory," Ning Fengzhi said apologetically.

"It's fine." Toji put on an indifferent air again.

"How old is your child? Is the child a boy or a girl? What's their Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power? And where did they go missing?" Ning Fengzhi asked with concern, a confident smile touching his lips. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had eyes across the continent, not to mention help from the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family. Finding one child should be easy.

"About six. Don't know if it's a boy or a girl. Somewhere around Fasinuo Province, probably... The Martial Soul might be a physical body like mine, or a shadow. It might have mutated, too. No idea about the Innate Soul Power!"

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Toji seemed to have told him everything and nothing at all.

"Can't you help, Sect Master Ning?" Toji looked unconcerned, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes. "I see. I suppose I'll have to ask Spirit Hall for help..."

Toji felt his acting deserved a solid ninety out of a hundred.

[Sensing intense emotional fluctuations from Ning Fengzhi. Emotion Points +1000]

As it turned out, Toji's acting really was that good.

Ning Fengzhi panicked at once. What if Spirit Hall found Tyrant Douluo's child, then formally recruited him?

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency the Tyrant. There's no need to involve Spirit Hall. The imperial family and I will find your child."

"Mm. Sorry for the trouble." Toji resumed his indifferent manner.

After a little more idle conversation, Ning Fengzhi left.

The corners of Toji's mouth lifted slightly. He did not even mind that he had lost a fair amount of the money Ning Fengzhi had just given him. Toji Fushiguro was Megumi Fushiguro's father, after all, so it made sense for Hei Ranbai to be his son too, right?

He would be his own son. Who knew which unlucky Clone's consciousness would end up in Hei Ranbai's body?

Next, he had to kill Dugu Bo...

There was no rush. First, he would spend a month tracking Dugu Bo's daily movements.

Dugu Bo kept feeling a chill down his spine.

He did not know why, but for the past month, he had felt as though someone was following him.

Whether he was suppressing the poison in his body at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well or attending a Heaven Dou Empire banquet at Xue Xing's invitation, he kept feeling as though he was about to die. What was going on?

While Dugu Bo fretted over it, Bai Ranmo had already found something to celebrate.

[Congratulations, host. Your cumulative Emotion Points have exceeded 500,000. Spend 100,000 Emotion Points to upgrade the panel?]

Bai Ranmo's face fell instantly.

After a month of relentlessly provoking Gangzi and Tang San, he had indeed accumulated plenty of Emotion Points, but he had fewer than 200,000 points on hand.

After some thought, he decided he did not need those Emotion Points urgently anyway. Money was meant to be spent.

He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and upgraded!

[Panel upgrade successful. Daily Emotion Point limit increased. Emotion Points obtainable per instance increased. Lottery feature unlocked.]

[Host: Bai Ranmo]

[Number of Clones: 107] (Almost all are ordinary people or level 10 Soul Masters. They are all in Nuoding City, mocking Gangzi and Tang San in new ways every day.)

[Emotion Points: 70087]

[Daily Emotion Point limit: 8000/10000]

[Emotion Points obtainable per instance: 1999]

The higher Emotion Point limits were secondary. What interested Bai Ranmo most was the lottery.

He opened the panel's prize pool. It did not list any specific prizes, only a cost of 10,000 points per draw.

"Ten thousand for one draw? Why not just rob me? That's enough to buy a time-limited Infinite Points Card." Bai Ranmo grumbled.

Robbery probably would not bring in money as fast as this prize pool.

They haven't even shown me what I could get. I'm not drawing, Bai Ranmo thought.

But his hand honestly selected the draw.

A flash of golden light made Bai Ranmo think he had struck gold. The result was a letdown.

[70,000-year Shadow Ghost Tiger left leg bone.]

A 70,000-year Soul Bone... That was decent enough.

Bai Ranmo tried another draw. This time, his prize was a box of Little Pudding ice pops.

He was speechless. Sure enough, gambling was something he should never touch.

Looking at the mere 10,000 Emotion Points left on the panel and the pile of junk in his hands, Bai Ranmo wanted to slap himself twice.

He had to kick this gambler's mindset!

Damn it, I need to earn back today's Emotion Points!

Who should I go after? Gangzi, you're up!

And so Gangzi's nightmare began.

He had barely stepped out of Nodling Academy when a crowd of people who had mocked him before surrounded him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" The sight of them looking ready to tear him apart left Gangzi at a loss.

The crowd included One-Ring Soul Masters and plenty of ordinary civilians. Seeing them all gathered there gave Gangzi a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, a torrent of insults erupted.

"Gangzi, fuck your mother!"

"Yu Xiaogang, your Martial Soul is a fat pig that does nothing but fart! How does trash like you dare say there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters?"

"You got involved with your own cousin, and you still dare call yourself Grandmaster? A grand pile of shit, more like."

"Gangzi, any Soul Master on the continent knows those Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul of yours. Aren't you embarrassed to show them off? You're a clown! Know why Bibi Dong broke up with you? Because she couldn't stand the stink of your farts!"