Amid the murmurs, Li Sen stared straight at Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi apologized awkwardly. "Teacher Li, this misunderstanding was my fault."
"Why don't we find somewhere to talk first? I've already prepared the construction crew and funding for the academy."
At those words, Li Sen looked somewhat satisfied.
Finally, something that struck a chord with him.
However...
He had no intention of letting the provocation slide so easily.
He had to put some fear into them, then squeeze a little more out of them.
The academy happened to be short on teachers. He could poach a few from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The Purple Sky Thunder Dragon still needed quite a few soul rings. He could have Ning Fengzhi mobilize the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to find them.
Of course, all of that depended on strength—on how much weight he carried.
Li Sen looked at Jian Chenxin, brimming with fighting spirit. He was now very confident he could crush this level 95 Titled Douluo.
"We can talk privately later. I think Sword Douluo is very unhappy with me, so we'd better fight first!"
At the mention of a fight, Jian Chenxin's eyes lit up. He moved before Ning Fengzhi could speak.
"Good lad, let's fight!"
Without another word, Li Sen mounted the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon, who had set the women down, and flew out of the city.
"There are too many people here. Let's fight outside!"
Ning Fengzhi was dumbfounded. He had never expected Jian Chenxin to forget him entirely.
I'm a support soul master!
He's just leaving me in the city like this? Isn't he worried someone might assassinate me?!
Beside him, Ning Rongrong came over and took out a jade box. "Dad, Li Sen gave me this for you."
"He said it's what he promised you!"
The name aromatic silk beauty instantly flashed through Ning Fengzhi's mind, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He even felt glad he had sent Ning Rongrong over.
Li Sen had promised only one thing: to evolve his martial soul!
In other words, the jade box contained an immortal herb.
Since he had given it to Ning Rongrong, she must have been doing fairly well there. She only looked miserable on the surface.
Seen that way, Uncle Jian's earlier offense was entirely forgivable. Even if he lost, he probably would not be beaten to death.
Perhaps I could make an investment!
A shrewd glint flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. Reassured, his tone softened.
"Rongrong, let's find somewhere to wait."
Elsewhere, Tang San accompanied Xiao Wu. His blue hair was far too conspicuous, and he had become famous in Suotuo City. People on every street and alley recognized him at a glance and began talking.
Not far away, Liu Erlong wore a gloomy expression. Her trip to Suotuo City had turned up nothing, and her failure to find Tang San had left her miserable.
She had promised to help Yu Xiaogang obtain the martial soul evolution theory and avenge him.
Yet she had come away empty-handed.
Just as she was pondering how to explain herself, the conversation beside her made her eyes light up.
"Have you heard? That Thousand-Hand Asura from Suotuo City has come to our Heaven Dou City!"
"Really? Did his master come too?"
"Yes, yes! I heard his master and Sword Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect started fighting outside Heaven Dou City."
Hearing that, Liu Erlong could not help crying out inwardly, Heaven never closes every path!
I came back and found Tang San, and his master just happens to be away!
Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Erlong violently demanded Tang San's whereabouts along the way and hurried over.
Tang San rubbed his head, feeling that agreeing to go shopping with Xiao Wu had been a terrible decision.
Soul masters and ordinary people crowded around him, all striking up conversations that sounded much the same.
"Thousand-Hand Asura, is your master taking disciples?"
"Thousand-Hand Asura, my son is almost six. Could he become your master's disciple?"
"Thousand-Hand Asura, what requirements does your master have for accepting disciples?"
Tang San rubbed his head and answered mechanically.
"My master is taking disciples. Please wait for an announcement about the exact timing and requirements."
"Young man, you're the Thousand-Hand Asura from Suotuo City, aren't you?"
Suddenly, someone called out.
"Thousand-Hand Asura, do you need a wife? My daughter is fifteen and quite pretty!"
Xiao Wu immediately bristled. Hugging Tang San's arm, she shouted at the people around them.
"Don't get any ideas about Xiao San! He's mine!"
Tang San looked at her tenderly.
Aside from his master's care, only Xiao Wu's affection made him happy.
Suddenly, an enormous surge of red soul power erupted.
Liu Erlong activated Martial Soul Possession, transformed into a red fire dragon, and charged over.
"Tang San, how dare you bully my Xiaogang! I'll make you pay!"
Honestly, Tang San was a little bewildered.
He had merely been walking down the street, and disaster had fallen from the sky.
At the mention of Yu Xiaogang's name, icy killing intent filled his eyes.
That scumbag again.
I didn't get the chance to kill him last time. If I find him again, he's dead!
Beside him, Dugu Bo's eyes turned cold, his gaze snapping toward Liu Erlong.
Li Sen had told him to protect Tang San, yet a mere Soul Saint dared to ignore him and attack.
Boom!
Nine soul rings appeared. His evolved Jade Flood Dragon Venom Dragon King looked down upon Liu Erlong, and the pressure of a Titled Douluo crashed down, pinning her until she could barely move.
"Liu Erlong, Yu Luomian's daughter."
"Who gave you the nerve to attack in front of me, Dugu Bo?!"
Liu Erlong was stunned.
On her way over, she had just learned that Li Sen was fighting Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
That was why she had attacked the moment she saw Tang San. Why was there another Titled Douluo beside him?
Most importantly...
This Titled Douluo had a flood dragon martial soul.
She had initially thought Tang San's master had not left after all, only for him to announce himself as Dugu Bo???
Wasn't his martial soul the jade phosphor serpent emperor?
With Li Sen absent, this was the perfect opportunity to attack Tang San. No matter how she looked at it, Dugu Bo should have had nothing to do with him.
Liu Erlong gritted her teeth. "Your Eminence Dugu, my father, Yu Luomian, belongs to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. I hope you won't interfere in the grudge between Tang San and me!"
Dugu Bo laughed. Threatening him with her elder and her sect—how amusing.
Did she really think he did not know about the farce involving her and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?
Even setting that aside...
"Liu Erlong, you're using Soul Douluo Yu Luomian to tell me, Dugu Bo, what to do? Is something wrong with your head? What? Am I supposed to be afraid just because he belongs to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"
"Go ask Yu Yuanzhen whether he dares fight me at the risk of having his entire sect wiped out!"
Liu Erlong's face turned deathly pale, and she could not utter a word.
The old Dugu Bo had been known as the gatekeeper of the Titled Douluo ranks. His combat strength had not been great, yet no one wanted to provoke him.
He could not defeat ninety-nine percent of Titled Douluos, but he could poison virtually anyone beneath that rank to death, and all his attacks struck whole groups.
Never mind the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the lowest-ranked of the Upper Three Sects—even the second-ranked Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not offend him without good reason.
Just as Liu Erlong thought she had lost her chance, Tang San stepped forward.
Tang San was furious.
That worthless Yu Xiaogang had failed to ruin him, yet still haunted him like a lingering ghost.
In Nuoding City, he had tried to ruin him.
In Suotuo City, Soul Saint Flender had come after him.
Now, in Heaven Dou City, another Soul Saint, Liu Erlong, had appeared.
Did they really think he, Tang San, was easy to bully?
Thanks to his evolved Source-Converging Blue Silver King, he now had powerful recovery abilities, had mastered the Eight Gates, and possessed soul rings beyond the normal limits!
He wanted to try fighting the way his master once had!
Tang San stared coldly at Liu Erlong as five soul rings appeared: yellow, purple, purple, black, black.
"Senior Dugu, I want to fight this madwoman who came out of nowhere!"
At those words, the onlookers erupted into a flurry of chatter.
"Holy shit, he's a Soul King, and he actually wants to challenge a Soul Saint!"
"Look at his soul rings! Why are they yellow, purple, purple, black, black? Aren't thousand-year soul rings only available to Soul Elders and above? Aren't ten thousand year soul rings only available to Soul Kings and above?"
"Don't you know? He's Thousand-Hand Asura! His master is Grandmaster Li, who can let his disciples absorb soul rings beyond their limits!"
"Even if his soul rings exceed the limits, he can't bridge two major ranks, can he?"
Dugu Bo frowned slightly.
He knew Li Sen was formidable, but not everyone was Li Sen—not even his personal disciple.
"Tang San, are you sure?"
Liu Erlong's expression brightened, her gaze blazing.
Afraid Tang San might back down, she poured oil on the fire without hesitation.
"Come duel me, Tang San! If you have the nerve to say it, don't regret it!"
"I think you're just talking big! Who knows, perhaps you learned that love of boasting from Li Sen!"
Ding!
Master insulted. Core code triggered!
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