Qi Ling looked at Luna, who was clinging to Zhu Zhuqing, and said with a bright smile, "Hmm, it seems like birds of a feather flock together! It looks like Zhu Zhuqing, your Nether Civet Martial Soul is quite popular with Luna!"
Xiao Wu said enviously, "Really! Even Luna has never been this close to me. Zhu Zhuqing, you really are popular with girls."
"I..." Zhu Zhuqing was speechless for a moment, but it seemed that what Xiao Wu said was true. First it was Mo Lin, and then it was Luna. Who could explain this?
In short, with Zhu Zhuqing drawing attention to him, Qi Ling felt much more relaxed. It wasn't that he disliked Luna; after all, being pestered by such a cat-eared girl was quite enjoyable. It was just that the stares from those around him were a bit unbearable.
Many of the students around were clearly present yesterday, and their gazes toward Qi Ling were quite strange, a mixture of envy, jealousy, admiration, and many other things.
Qi Ling was already used to such gazes. It seemed that she had been greeted with such gazes wherever she went since she was a child. Others might feel very pressured, but Qi Ling enjoyed it.
Oscar sighed and said, "Sigh, really, before you Boss Qi, all these eyes were mine. I hadn't even enjoyed them for a few days before you stole them away."
"How could that be? Xiao Ao, you're so handsome, I'm sure lots of girls like you," Qi Ling said with a smile.
"What's the use of being handsome? This world still values ability. Looks can't put food on the table," Oscar said dejectedly.
Xiao Wu then laughed and said, "You can't eat your face, but Uncle Big Sausage, your sausages can! Maybe a girl will like that."
"I, I, my dream isn't to be a cook! I want to become the strongest Support System Soul Master in the world!" Oscar said, mustering his courage.
Qi Ling nodded and said, "Yes, Xiao Ao, but you can forget about being number one in the world. You can try for number two."
"Huh? Why? Then who's the best in the world?" Oscar asked, frustrated.
"Silly girl, Rongrong is definitely the Rongrong in the world! Rongrong's Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul is incredibly powerful after it evolves!" Xiao Wu said.
" Rongrong..." Oscar frowned, "Alright, second in the world is fine too."
Just as the group sat down to eat and chat, several students rushed in from outside, shouting as soon as they entered the cafeteria, " Qi Ling, where is Qi Ling?"
"That's me, so what?" Qi Ling waved to them and said.
Several students who ran into the cafeteria quickly spotted Qi Ling and immediately ran over, saying, " Qi Ling, hurry up and see! Tai Long are here again! This time, it seems they brought an even more formidable person."
"What? They're here again?" Xiao Wu stood up first, saying domineeringly, "They're really going to keep this up! Have they no shame?!"
"Besides, didn't they lose yesterday? Is his father still not satisfied and wants to challenge Brother Qi to a match?"
Qi Ling smiled helplessly, "I'm afraid it's not Tai Nuo. He lost so badly yesterday, he wouldn't come looking for trouble again. It must be his grandfather who came this time, right?"
The students exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know? That person really looks like Tai Long's grandfather, his name is something like Strength God Tai Tan!"
As expected, the Strength Clan arrived. These were Tang San's personal guards, and also the blacksmiths who would be Tang San's personal assistants for making Hidden Weapon. They had to be treated well.
"Alright, I understand. Tell them to wait a bit. I'll go after I finish breakfast," Qi Ling said, continuing to eat her breakfast unhurriedly.
Upon seeing this, the students immediately said anxiously, " Qi Ling, you'd better hurry up and go. That person is not someone to be trifled with; it wouldn't be good to keep him waiting."
"No rush, you guys go find Teacher Zhao Wuji first, I'll be there shortly," Qi Ling said.
After Qi Ling finally finished breakfast, she went with the others to the gate of Shrek Academy. There, Zhao Wuji was already sweating profusely, because this Tai Tan was a Soul Douluo, and how could he, a Soul Saint, dare to be so presumptuous?
"Senior Tai Tan, please wait a little longer, Qi Ling will be here soon! We're already urging him!" Zhao Wuji said ingratiatingly.
Before him stood an old man with white hair and beard, whose figure looked similar to Tai Nuo's, but whose eyes were much deeper, giving people a sense of authority without anger. Moreover, judging from the awe that Tai Long and Tai Nuo showed him, he should be the Tai Tan Strength God.
"Grandpa, I'm begging you, please go back! If this continues, I really can't stay in this school any longer!" Tai Long felt his face burning; he couldn't take it anymore after these repeated disturbances.
Tai Tan, faced with his grandson's pleas, merely glanced at him Lingling and said, "Shut up!"
Tai Nuo, standing to the side, dared not utter a sound. Tai Tan might show leniency towards Tai Long because he was his grandson, but he would definitely slap Taino away if he were his own son.
Yesterday, after taking his son home, he told Tai Tan what had happened. When the old man heard that his son, a Soul King, had been beaten so badly by a Soul Elder, he was so angry that he slapped Tai Nuo across the face, almost knocking him unconscious.
As a result, Tai Tan arrived at the door early this morning with two men, and no one dared to stop them because of their aggressive demeanor.
Zhao Wuji had long heard of this man's prowess, so he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He could only grumble inwardly, "Why hasn't Qi Ling come out yet? He's putting me in a very difficult position."
Fortunately, at this moment, Qi Ling walked out of the academy surrounded by many classmates. As soon as he saw Tai Tan, he frowned. This person was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.
He possessed the Divine Power of the Earth, which allowed him to borrow the earth's strength and merge with it. However, as this Tai Tan stood there, it was as if he himself was the earth, so profound and heavy that it was suffocating.
It's hard to imagine just how astonishing his power is; Qi Ling even suspects that even Titled Douluo would have difficulty resisting him. When a skill is cultivated to its peak, this kind of qualitative change naturally occurs.
"Which of you is Qi Ling?" Tai Tan asked calmly, his voice, though aged, possessing a weighty quality like a valley, the powerful words seeming to make the surrounding air tremble.
"That's me," Qi Ling stepped forward and said, "May I ask what business you have with me, senior?"
"You're the one who injured my son and grandson yesterday?" Tai Tan asked calmly.
"Yes, it's me," Qi Ling said.
"Good!" Tai Tan's eyes shone brightly, and an unparalleled aura erupted from his body, causing everyone to take a step back. The name of Strength God was not just for show.