Ning Rongrong's Snide Remarks, Dai Mubai's Beating, and Zhu Zhuqing's Despair

Three hours later, Suotuo City.

Li Sen left Tang San behind, tossed him a Blue Silver branch, and went off to enjoy himself.

That was right—lust had gone to his head.

As Luo Sanpao absorbed three Soul Rings and evolved once again, his desires had also surged.

Li Sen made no secret of his fondness for the pleasures of harmonizing yin and yang. Faithfulness was not for him, nor was he seeking true love.

Following a familiar route to Suotuo City's finest establishment, the Yuelai Restaurant, he placed his order. "Boss, the Heavenly Bliss Service!"

The potbellied owner gave him a knowing smile and said respectfully, "Sir, I'll tell them to go to the usual place right away."

The moment the words "Heavenly Bliss Service" left his mouth, the restaurant's guests looked over with burning envy and awe.

"The Heavenly Bliss Service? If I remember correctly, that's the restaurant's one-of-a-kind specialty—a package selling the bodies of two stunning virgin twins who are Soul Scholars. The price starts at three hundred thousand, doesn't it?"

"That's not all. I heard the Soul Douluo backing the restaurant even set conditions for buying it. You have to be a talented Soul Master under thirty."

"Rich and talented. I'm jealous!"

Listening to the envious chatter around him, Li Sen felt delighted.

In a world where strength reigned supreme, aside from keeping yourself and your loved ones safe, wasn't the whole point of cultivating strength to enjoy life and bask in others' envy?

The restaurant owner bowed and scraped as he led the way. Li Sen was just about to follow when a voice filled with disgust suddenly cut through the chorus of envy.

"Pah! Scum. How can you smile so happily about playing with girls?"

At those words, the restaurant abruptly fell silent, and everyone turned toward the source.

It was a girl in an expensive long dress, with pinkish-purple hair, skin as smooth as jade, and an innate air of nobility. She looked like an exquisite porcelain doll.

Li Sen recognized her at once: Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He smiled and ignored her.

First, Ning Rongrong had powerful backing and was not someone to provoke. So what if the little princess had a princess complex? She hadn't lifted a finger to harm his interests.

Second, he wasn't looking for love. Why would he fear being called unfaithful or scum?

The restaurant regulars who knew nothing of her identity couldn't help looking at her as though she were already dead.

One scoffed, "Is that girl an idiot? Anyone who can spend three hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins has to be a Soul Master, with either powerful backing or outstanding talent.

"Isn't she afraid of dying, insulting him like that?"

Ning Rongrong held her head high and declared proudly, "I said it! What are you going to do about it?"

"If someone can openly order women, would he really be afraid of people talking?"

She looked toward Li Sen, only to find that he was completely ignoring her and leaving at his leisure. All she could see was a sliver of his retreating back.

Ning Rongrong stamped her foot in anger. As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had she ever been ignored? She hurried after him, shouting.

"Hey! Stop right there!!!"

"I'm talking to you!"

By the time her words fell, Li Sen had already vanished.

Ning Rongrong ground her teeth. Thinking that this restaurant was far too sleazy, she went elsewhere to eat.

As the sky gradually darkened, Tang San, who had finished dinner, was dragged into the Rose Hotel with an embarrassed expression.

"Xiao Wu, this hotel looks pretty shady. Let's go somewhere else."

Xiao Wu refused to budge. "We're staying here! A hotel is just somewhere to sleep. What's shady about that?!"

As she spoke, she glared at Tang San. "You promised to take me out to have fun and do whatever I said!"

Tang San immediately lost all will to argue and went to the front desk to book a room.

The receptionist gave a knowing smile. "We only have one room left."

Tang San instinctively looked at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips. "Then one room it is. Hurry up."

Tang San said nothing, and the receptionist took out the key.

Just as Tang San was about to take it, a voice rang out.

"Stop! I reserved that room!"

Xiao Wu immediately bristled.

After cultivating for so long, she'd finally gotten a chance to have some fun, only to run into obstacles everywhere.

Turning around, she saw a blond boy approaching with an arrogant expression, his arms around a pair of twins.

The newcomer was Dai Mubai, one of the heirs of the Star Luo Imperial Family and Zhu Zhuqing's fiancé.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Wu summoned her Martial Soul and revealed three Soul Rings in warning.

"We've already paid. Get lost!"

Indeed, while keeping Tang San company, she had cultivated whenever she got too bored. She had worked much harder than in the original story and even benefited from some medicinal herbs.

Although she refused to endure the pain of body tempering, her cultivation had still reached level 31.

Dai Mubai froze briefly at the sight of her cultivation, then reined in his lofty attitude.

A young boy and girl, already Soul Elders—they must have come to join his academy and would become his juniors.

With that thought, Dai Mubai smiled, summoned his Martial Soul, and revealed his Soul Rings.

"Since you're Soul Masters too, let's decide who gets the room the Soul Master way."

"My name is Dai Mubai. I'm fifteen, a level 37 Power Attack System Soul Elder. My Martial Soul is the White Tiger."

Xiao Wu couldn't care less about any of that. Seeing Dai Mubai challenge her, she immediately activated Martial Soul Possession and charged.

The Rose Hotel's manager rushed out at the commotion. Seeing this, he shouted anxiously, "Please show mercy, Lord Soul Masters! Our little establishment can't withstand this!"

Dai Mubai paid no heed and charged straight forward.

"Everyone, stand back! I'll cover all the damages!"

Hearing that, the manager stopped trying to intervene.

Boom!

Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu activated their first Soul Skills simultaneously and collided.

The clash of force tore up the floor. Amid clouds of dust, Xiao Wu was sent flying backward, taking the worst of the exchange.

Under Li Sen's guidance, she had learned to use her first Soul Skill, Waist Bow, through punches and kicks.

But her Martial Soul was at a disadvantage, and her Soul Power was lower. Neither her physique nor her strength could match Dai Mubai's, yet she stubbornly insisted on meeting him head-on. Naturally, she couldn't win.

Tang San grew anxious at the sight.

After spending years together, he didn't know why, but he simply wanted to protect Xiao Wu.

Tang San immediately summoned Blue Silver Grass. As its vines shot out, he surged forward himself.

His purple second Soul Ring was especially conspicuous.

Dai Mubai was just about to say, "That's all?" But when he turned and saw Tang San charging at him, he changed his words.

He declared confidently, "I'm not afraid of taking on both of you!"

Despite his confident words, the sight of Tang San's exceptional Soul Ring configuration made Dai Mubai choose caution.

His first and third Soul Rings lit up simultaneously.

"White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

White Tiger Protection Barrier released a white Soul Power shield, increasing his base defense by 50% and weakening physical and Soul Power attacks.

White Tiger Vajra Transformation was an enhancement skill that covered his entire body in golden fur, increasing his strength, speed, and defense by 50%.

Bolstered by two enhancement Soul Skills, and with his opponent wielding Blue Silver Grass, Dai Mubai charged confidently.

To him, someone with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul daring to clash physically was simply courting death!

Nearby, Xiao Wu got to her feet and silently canceled her Martial Soul Possession upon seeing this.

A familiar, cool voice suddenly sounded beside her, offering a concerned warning.

"The White Tiger Martial Soul greatly enhances strength and physique. Tang San can't win by charging straight at him like that."

Xiao Wu turned and saw someone she knew: Zhu Zhuqing.

Waving her little hand, she said proudly, "You can't imagine how strong San is."

"He never does anything he isn't confident about."

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help saying, "Tang San looks younger than Dai Mubai, doesn't he?"

"How could his Soul Power possibly compare to Dai Mubai's?"

Xiao Wu said, "Strength and cultivation aren't determined by age."

"Brother San may only be twelve, but his Soul Power is also level 37."

"And his master is amazing. He taught him a Soul Skill that lets San put up a fight even against a Soul King."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing looked toward the battlefield.

Rip, rip, rip!

The strands of Blue Silver Grass entwining Dai Mubai were violently torn apart, only slightly diminishing his momentum.

Just before they collided, Tang San's body shuddered, and his muscles bulged.

That was right—Li Sen had taught Tang San the Eight Gates.

With his current recovery ability and physique, Tang San could only withstand two gates.

Against Dai Mubai, he directly used the Eight Gates, opening the first gate to meet him head-on.

Boom!

Dai Mubai flew backward. His Martial Soul Possession was shattered, and he fell unconscious with several strands of Blue Silver Grass wrapped around him.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. Her eyes went blank, and she stood there utterly lost.

Previously, she had always lulled herself into believing that Dai Mubai had left only to grow stronger and win the imperial family's struggle.

But now... Dai Mubai was fifteen, with level 37 Soul Power, yet he had been defeated by a twelve-year-old child.

Before his defeat, he had even had a woman on each arm, ready to enjoy himself.

In the original story, Dai Mubai's fight with Tang San had ended midway. After Zhu Zhuqing arrived, he had abandoned his life of wine and women and devoted himself to cultivation.

Without any outside help, Zhu Zhuqing had barely managed to convince herself to work together with him for the sake of survival.

But now, watching Tang San, three years his junior, knock Dai Mubai flat in a single blow, Zhu Zhuqing saw stars.

They were certain to lose the imperial family's struggle. She couldn't see even the slightest hope of victory.