Douluo: One man returns, Fan Tianyin smashes Tang San to death

As Wang Sheng spoke, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had already begun to fantasize about how to teach that prince of the Star Luo Empire a lesson.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu frowned, quickly waved his hand, and said in a serious tone, "Wang Sheng, don't do anything reckless! Although Dai Mubai is usually low-key, don't forget his identity."

He is a member of the Star Luo Empire's royal family, and he definitely has powerful figures protecting him in secret.

You think he's just an ordinary Soul Master? Robbing him? That's practically suicide!

Lu Yu's tone carried a hint of warning, as he knew that Dai Mubai's background was far more complex than it appeared.

The Star Luo Empire's royal family is one of the most powerful forces on the continent, with unfathomable depths of power.

The bodyguard beside Dai Mubai is very likely a Soul Douluo, or even a higher-level powerhouse.

Wang Sheng's expression changed slightly after hearing Lu Yu's words, and his original excitement was as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

He frowned, and the image of "great families" involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Royal Guard

Such words gave me a vague sense of unease.

He scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "Is it really that exaggerated? That guy didn't seem like he was hiding something..."

Lu Yu glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't let his usual carefree attitude fool you. When it really comes down to it, even if you and I were together, we wouldn't be a match for him."

Not to mention the power behind him, which far exceeds our imagination.

Take my advice, don't provoke him, lest you bring trouble upon yourself.

Lu Yu's words were calm but carried an undeniable tone. Although Wang Sheng was somewhat impulsive, he was not a bad person at heart; he was just occasionally blinded by his own passion.

After listening, Wang Sheng remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded and said sullenly, "Fine, you're right."

I'll listen to you, I won't mess with that guy.

Although he said that, a hint of resentment still flashed in his eyes, clearly still harboring some resentment towards Dai Mubai's arrogant attitude.

Just then, Liu Zixuan, the person in charge of the auction, walked over quickly.

His steps were somewhat hurried, his face showing a mixture of respect and hesitation, and he was holding a freshly compiled bill in his hand.

Lu Yu's gaze fell on him, and he had already guessed a few things.

Liu Zixuan walked up to the two men, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Lord Lu Yu, all the goods in the auction have been sold. The potion you brought out fetched an astronomical price. The Soul Coins are ready, and you can count them at any time."

He paused, a troubled look on his face, and then said, "However... the sir who purchased the potion wishes to see you. Would it be convenient for you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's heart stirred.

He had already guessed that the person who bought the potion was most likely Dai Mubai.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind quickly analyzing the situation.

His current identity is hidden, and a specially made disguise mask conceals his true face, but the powerful figures around Dai Mubai may have a way to see through the disguise.

If they were to meet rashly, their identities might be exposed, potentially leading to unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, he knew Dai Mubai's character well. Although this prince of Xingluo appeared unrestrained on the surface, he was cunning and not someone to be trifled with.

Thinking of this, Lu Yu shook his head and said in a calm but firm tone, "Manager Liu, please thank that person for his kindness, but now is not the time to meet."

As he spoke, he reached out from under his cloak, his palm open, revealing a small metal object.

It was a .416 bullet, dark gold in color, with a smooth surface, and faintly exuding a cold aura.

Lu Yu handed the bullet to Liu Zixuan and said calmly, "Please give this to that person and tell him that the time is not yet right, and we will meet again in another day."

Liu Zixuan paused for a moment, took the bullet, and looked down to examine it carefully.

The bullet seemed extremely unfamiliar to him; it was small and exquisite, with no fluctuations of soul power on its surface, yet it inexplicably gave him a sense of danger.

He wondered if this thing was some kind of special soul tool. But he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He just nodded respectfully and said, "Yes, Lord Lu Yu, I will definitely deliver this to that person."

Lu Yu said no more, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor. His cloak fluttered slightly in the night wind, making him look mysterious and aloof.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng quickly followed and asked in a low voice, "Lu Yu, what did you give that guy? It looks pretty strange."

Lu Yu simply smiled, offering no reply, and continued walking until he quickly disappeared into the night.

On the other side, Liu Zixuan stood still, staring at the bullet in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He had a vague feeling that there was some unknown secret hidden behind this small metal object.

He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned to walk towards a VIP room inside the auction hall.

Inside the VIP room, Dai Mubai leaned back in a luxurious mahogany chair, toying with an exquisite wine glass in his hand, his eyes cold and impatient.

Liu Zixuan pushed open the door and entered, bowed respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Dai, that lord does not wish to meet at this time, but he asked me to bring you an item."

As he spoke, he carefully placed the 416 bullet on the table, took a step back, and lowered his head, not daring to look Dai Mubai in the eye.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow and asked coldly, "Where is he? Why didn't you bring him here?"

His voice carried a hint of authority, his tone icy, like a winter wind, causing cold sweat to instantly bead on Liu Zixuan's forehead.

Liu Zixuan quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone filled with fear: "Young Master Dai, that lord acts in a mysterious way, and I really cannot force him."

He only asked me to give this to you, saying the time was not yet right, and we would meet again in the future.

As he spoke, he kept glancing at the bullets on the table, his heart filled with unease.

Dai Mubai's gaze sharpened as it fell upon the bullet, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

This thing looks unremarkable, with a dark gold color and a smooth surface. It doesn't have any soul power fluctuations and seems ordinary, yet it exudes a strange sense of exquisiteness.

Born into the Star Luo royal family, he had seen countless rare treasures, but this small object felt unfamiliar to him.

He snorted coldly and asked, "What is this thing? Do you know what it is?"

Liu Zixuan quickly shook his head and said respectfully, "This subordinate is dull-witted and really cannot see anything special about this thing. I just feel that... it seems to be somewhat extraordinary."

He spoke very carefully, afraid of offending Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai frowned, reached out and picked up the bullet, rubbing it gently between his fingertips.

The cold touch of the bullet stirred something within him; he had a vague feeling that this thing, though seemingly simple, was by no means an ordinary item.

He pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice, "Uncle Pan, come out and take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the room seemed to tremble slightly, and a bluish-brown figure slowly emerged from the shadows behind Dai Mubai.

He was an old man with a weathered face and a thin frame. His eyes held a hint of fierceness and indifference, as if he disdained everything in the world.

He wore a long, dark brown robe and moved silently, like a ghost.

It was Pan Bo, Dai Mubai's bodyguard.

Pan Bo walked to the table, his gaze falling on the bullets, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stretched out his withered fingers, gently picked up the bullet, examined it carefully for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "This thing has no soul power fluctuations, unlike a soul tool. But its material and craftsmanship are extremely exquisite, and there is a faint sense of danger about it. I can't tell where it came from either."

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai frowned even more deeply.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

He fell into deep thought.

The person who could concoct such a potion must be no ordinary person, and the appearance of this bullet made him feel both curious and wary.

He whispered, "The person who can concoct such a potion and send such a strange item must be extraordinary."

If I can find him, I will definitely be able to gain a huge boost with his medicine.

We absolutely cannot let our elder brothers win him over first.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Uncle Pan and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Pan, go back to the Empire and use the royal intelligence network to find out the truth about this person."

Remember, everything must be done discreetly; never let a word get out.

Pan Bo clasped his hands in a fist and said in a low voice, "Yes, young master, I understand."

His figure flashed and disappeared into the shadows again, vanishing without a trace.

Dai Mubai's gaze returned to the bullet, a hint of coldness creeping into his eyes.

The thought that Liu Zixuan knew about this made him feel a surge of murderous intent.

To prevent the news from leaking, he said coldly, "Uncle Pan, come back."

Panbo's figure reappeared in the shadows.

Dai Mubai said calmly, "Liu Zixuan knows too much. Let's get rid of him."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zixuan's face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He tried to beg for mercy, but found that his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

Pan Bo gave him a cold look, then clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Yes."

Then, in a flash, he disappeared from the room with Liu Zixuan, leaving behind only silence.

Meanwhile, Lu Yu had already returned to the backyard of Shrek Academy.

The night was deep, and the moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, casting a cool, silvery glow.

Lu Yu sat cross-legged under an ancient tree, closed his eyes and concentrated, a complex map appearing in his mind.

That was the map of the Qilin talisman he had just purchased through artificial intelligence. The map clearly marked the exact location of the Qilin talisman—deep in the Star Dou Forest, 18,000 zhang away.

Lu Yu opened his eyes, his gaze serious.

He was no stranger to the Starry Forest.

This vast and boundless forest is a paradise for soul beasts, but also a forbidden place for soul masters.

At seven thousand feet, one enters the edge of the depths; beyond ten thousand feet lies the true core area, where even a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse can only stop at ten thousand feet.

The location of the Qilin talisman is actually 18,000 feet, which is almost an inaccessible forbidden zone.

He took a deep breath and asked the artificial intelligence, "Is there any way for me to enter the Star Dou Forest 18,000 feet deep and obtain the Qilin Seal?"

The voice of artificial intelligence regulation rang in his mind, carrying a hint of coldness: "With your current strength, it's almost impossible."

Unless one becomes a god, no soul master can penetrate into that kind of place.

However, there is a jade slip within the system that can merge and refine your soul and spiritual power into one, lasting for twelve hours.

During this period, you will be like a ghost, undetectable by any soul beast or soul master.

If you enter the 18,000-zhang area within the time limit, you will obtain the Qilin Martial Soul.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu was startled.

This method sounds tempting, but it is also fraught with risks.

The fusion of soul and spiritual power, transforming into a ghostly state, is undoubtedly an extremely mysterious technique. However, if the task cannot be completed within twelve hours, he may be trapped in that state forever, with no way out.

He frowned and fell into deep thought.

Although the system's arrangements seemed feasible, there were too many variables involved, and he could not fully trust them.

At the same time, his thoughts drifted to the upcoming match.

The Soul Master Tournament has entered its most intense phase, with seven teams set to engage in fierce competition over the next few days.

The Thanos Team, Haotian Team, Cheng Youcai Team, Puppet Team, Whirlwind Team, Dark Tiger Team, and Blood Fiend Team are all formidable forces.

Among them, the three teams from Shrek Academy are particularly noteworthy.

The Thanos Team and the Dark Tiger Team are composed of freshmen with great potential, while the Whirlwind Team is composed of senior students. The captain is a Soul King, and there are three other Soul Kings in the team, with the rest being Soul Masters. The team is strong overall.

Lu Yu rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "How easy is it to stand out from these teams..."

Lu Yu stood by the window, looking up at the sky. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, making his resolute features even more distinct.

His eyes were deep, as if they could pierce through the clouds and reach the unknown distance.

Silently reciting the matter of the Qilin talisman in his mind, he took a deep breath, suppressed his urgent desire, and muttered to himself, "I'll deal with it after the competition... For now, I need to earn enough Soul Coins."

The prices of goods in the shop are outrageously high; without enough Soul Coins, it's impossible to cope with the challenges ahead.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fist, a resolute glint in his eyes, turned and walked back to his room, his steps as firm as a rock.

Inside the room, candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the walls.

Lu Yu sat on a wooden chair, toying with a soul coin in his hand. The cool touch of the metal calmed his mind.

He began to plan his next move: this competition was not only an opportunity to make a name for himself, but also a key to accumulating resources.

He closed his eyes, and images of the various rare items in the mall flashed through his mind—treasures that could further enhance his strength, all of which required a huge amount of soul coins.

A slight smile played on his lips: "Whatever I want, I can get."

The next morning, sunlight shone through the clouds and onto the stone path of the arena, giving it a faint golden glow.

Lu Yu led the Thanos team members, marching in unison towards the competition venue.

The team members were all in high spirits, their eyes burning with fighting spirit, especially Wang Sheng and Huang Yuan, who were talking in hushed tones, their tone revealing their eager excitement.

Lu Yu walked at the front, his black robe swaying gently in the wind, his aura calm and composed, like a sword yet to be drawn.

Upon arriving at the rest area, Lu Yu approached Zhao Wuji, his tone calm yet unwavering: "Teacher Zhao, I have a request."

Zhao Wuji, who was leaning against a stone pillar, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, signaling him to continue. (End of Chapter)