Douluo: The Son of Martial Soul, Deceiving All the Women

When did Chapter 188 become a three-part division?
Baiyu was starting to lose his temper. "Seriously, you scoundrel, you stopped me just to ask about this? What does it have to do with you whether they practice or not?"
Then Baiyu waved his hand, took a step, and was about to turn around and leave, casually saying a few perfunctory words.

"I don't know, I don't know. I'm not prepared for any extraordinary encounters they might have had. Besides, why don't you just ask Dai Mubai? Why are you asking me?"

Watching Bai Yu turn to leave, Tang San gritted his teeth. Ever since his identity was revealed, this bastard has become more and more perfunctory!

He didn't want to ask Bai Yu, but asking Dai Mubai would definitely not yield any results; it would be pointless and would only offend someone.

But he was unwilling to not ask. Dai Mubai's soul power level had increased too quickly. He remembered that two years ago, he had only reached level 37, but since then, his leveling speed had been like taking off.

In just two years, he had already reached level 43, and had been leveling up for more than two months. This reminded him of the abnormal leveling speed of the Sunflower Manual.

However, the only thing that puzzled him was that Dai Mubai's leveling speed was even faster than Yu Xiaogang's. What was the reason for this?
Tang San was afraid that he had misunderstood, so he braced himself and went to ask Bai Yu for advice.

If it really is because of the Sunflower Manual, then he's also tempted to cultivate it. Anyway, Xiao Wu has already left him, so he has no more worries.

At worst, he could just wait until he trampled the white fish under his feet and then figure out a way to make it grow back. With the wonders of this world, where even immortal herbs exist, he didn't believe there weren't rare and precious materials that could regenerate severed limbs.

Bai Yu was unaware of Tang San's doubts; otherwise, he would have burst out laughing. It's such a waste that he was a member of the Tang Clan in his previous life.

It's not surprising that Yu Xiaogang is no match for Dai Mubai. Even with the same cultivation technique, different people with different talents will have different results.

Although Bai Yu opened up several of Yu Xiaogang's meridians, he was still far from being as talented as Dai Mubai, who was at the ninth level of the Innate Realm.

It would be truly remarkable if the two of them actually progressed at the same rate.

Tang San watched Bai Yu's figure disappear and snorted coldly. He was quite unwilling to have gotten any results from Bai Yu this time.

However, there was nothing he could do; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Although Baiyu treated him like a roadside cat, Tang San was afraid that if he made too much noise, Baiyu would kick him to death.

He frowned and turned to chase after Dai Mubai and the others. Without a definite answer, he was still hesitant to make up his mind.

I'm afraid that what Bai Yu said is true, that Dai Mubai just had a fortuitous encounter. If that's the case, then all that work was for nothing, wasn't it?
Bai Yu strolled through the academy, pondering Tang San's actions, muttering to himself:

"It seems that Dai Mubai's speed of progress is truly enviable to this lowly fellow. It's a pity that I didn't promise Dai Mubai that I wouldn't tell anyone about his castration, otherwise I would really want Tang San to know."

"Then let's see when he can evolve from the third brother to the third cut!"

Baiyu then shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and went back to her little villa to chat with Ayin and Lingyuan for a while.

Afterwards, he went to Liu Erlong's place and severely suppressed this guy who had always wanted to overthrow the Heavenly Gang.

After Bai Yu had lived a vibrant and exciting life in Tian Dou City for over a month, the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies, jointly organized by the Spirit Hall and the two great empires, finally began.

At this moment, the Heaven Dou Grand Soul Arena was teeming with people. As far as the eye could see, there were only people, which showed just how lively this Soul Master Competition was.

"Tsk, there are just too many people! We're competitors, and we have to squeeze in here with them. We've had enough!"

"Brother Bai is smart enough to take off directly and fly in from the air, but why didn't he take us with him!"

The Shrek team members, dressed in white uniforms embroidered with red thread and featuring a few peculiar logos, looked decent overall. However, they appeared somewhat disheveled as they navigated the crowded space.

Flander and Yu Xiaogang were also there, squeezing in with them. Hearing Oscar and Ma Hongjun's complaints, they said irritably:

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and leave! That kid Bai has connections with the elders of the Chu family, that's why he got special treatment. You guys have nothing to lose!"

"Besides, when Bai asked everyone if they wanted to go together, you two insisted on showing off and went through the main entrance. Before anyone else had said anything, you two started complaining."

Oscar and Ma Hongjun shrank back, not daring to make a sound, because the others were also staring at them with burning eyes.

If this happened in a different setting, those two wouldn't have been beaten so badly they couldn't get up; it would be as if this group of people were all incompetent!
Meanwhile, Bai Yu was leisurely sitting opposite Chu Huai, holding a teacup, chatting and drinking tea.

"Haha, young friend Bai, considering your age, you should be able to participate in this Soul Master Competition, right? Why don't you go and have some fun?"

Bai Yu's lips twitched slightly as she looked at Chu Huai's teasing gaze, a helpless expression on her face.

"Come on, you want me to go down and fight in this elite tournament? Am I crazy, or are the organizers crazy?"

"Although I am indeed old enough, once I step on stage, the other contestants will probably all call me shameless."

Chu Huai also laughed. Thinking about it, if Bai Yu were to go on stage, he would indeed be quite shameless. He could already beat him, so it would be pointless for him to go and bully some Soul Venerables and Soul Sects.

"Let's go, the opening ceremony is about to start, shall we go and take a look?"

Bai Yu nodded, finished the tea in her cup, and got up to walk out with Chu Huai.

Instead of joining the crowd in the stands, the two went to a private box on the top floor. Chu Huai looked at Xue Qinghe, who was representing the Heaven Dou Empire, and sighed.

"It seems that the emperor's health is really not good. Normally, the emperor should attend such a talent recruitment competition."

Bai Yu raised an eyebrow. Why was this old man talking about snowy nights? Then, with some curiosity, he asked:

"Mr. Chu, do you know Xue Ye?"

Chu Huai waved his hand, indicating that he didn't know him at all!
"We've barely met, what do we know? It's just that we're getting old and reflecting on life, aging, sickness, and death."

Bai Yu chuckled lightly and said with a hint of teasing:
"They all know they're getting old, so why don't they work hard to cultivate and try to break through to the next level to increase their lifespan?"

"I've heard that these past two years you've been so busy drinking tea and listening to music that you haven't even bothered with family matters, let alone cultivating."

After Bai Yu finished speaking, Chu Huai widened his eyes, turned his head to look at Bai Yu, and laughed and scolded.

"Damn it, that kid told you, didn't he? Go back and teach him a lesson. He really knows how to tell everyone anything!"

(End of this chapter)