Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

"Father must have had his reasons." Tang San accepted this with a sudden realization, his tone firm. Recalling his experiences from childhood to adulthood, he had a vague idea in his mind: Father, don't worry, I will definitely grow up and make you proud of me!

"Third Brother, is your father also a Title Douluo?" Just then, a clear but slightly trembling voice came from behind. Tang San turned around in surprise and saw that Xiao Wu's face was pale and her body was swaying, as if she had been greatly frightened.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry, the enemy has been defeated, and Father is definitely protecting us in secret. We won't encounter any danger." Tang San assumed that Xiao Wu was frightened by the sudden attack just now, so he quickly comforted her. To make his point, he even brought up his father, "My father is the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, Haotian Douluo. With his secret protection, we can definitely reach Wuhun City safely."

The mistress's father is Haotian Douluo! Xiao Wu had no mind to pay attention to Tang San's subsequent words; her mind was filled only with this information that chilled her to the bone.

Perhaps Sword Douluo Chen Xin misjudged her and failed to discover her true identity, but Tang Hao, who was secretly watching Tang San, would definitely notice her abnormality, after all, he and Tang San had become sworn siblings.

The initially tiny cracks began to widen, and the relationship between Tang San and Xiao Wu also changed. After all, some things couldn't be ignored. Why didn't Tang Hao attack her even though he clearly saw through her identity? Considering Tang San's own talent, everything seemed to have a reasonable answer.

Chen Xin glanced at the 100,000-year-old soul beast that was quite frightened, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and turned to look at Ning Rongrong. His serious face softened a little: "Rongrong, there shouldn't be any more troubles after this. Be careful. If anything happens, you can come directly to me and your father. We are the last carriage."

“Okay, Grandpa Sword.” Although she was a little startled, she was not injured and quickly recovered, answering crisply.

Chen Xin didn't say anything more. He glanced at the Shrek Academy members one last time, his soul power surged, and he disappeared from their sight in a few flashes.

"I'm going to run!" The first thought that popped into Xiao Wu's mind as she woke up from her dream was to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible. However, she quickly dismissed the idea. After all, obeying Haotian Douluo's arrangements might allow her to live a little longer. If she ran away immediately, who knew what the other party might do? If the other party tried to take the Ring and Keep the Bone in a moment of desperation, she would have nowhere to turn.

……

With fists clasped together, they pounded fiercely, shattering the air, and the brute force slammed into the two Soul Saints.

Upon hearing Chrysanthemum Douluo's order, the two Soul Saints did not linger in battle. Taking advantage of Tang Shan's domineering attack, they retreated. Seeing that he was not pursuing them, they turned and withdrew along the mountain path.

Tang Shan did not pursue them. After his blood and qi had calmed down and his body had returned to normal, he walked a few steps to the carriage and observed the situation of the other academies.

The Spirit Hall's attack wasn't particularly ruthless. Their target was always the same: Shrek Academy. As for the other academies, they encountered virtually no powerful spirit masters. The teachers and students who went to Spirit City suffered only minor injuries; not a single one was seriously injured.

“They must be suicide squads,” Dugu Yan, who had been sitting cross-legged on the roof of the vehicle and had witnessed the entire raid, concluded.

"Who cares who they are, they're not targeting us anyway." Tang Shan jumped up and sat back on the roof of the car, recalling the battle of the title-sealing contest he had observed earlier, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

You say Tang Shan was fighting two Soul Saints, how could he have the mind to observe? Then you underestimate him. Putting aside his multi-faceted thinking, which greatly enhances his understanding of the rules, the two Soul Saints alone posed no problem for him. He could easily devote most of his energy to observing the battle of three Title Douluos.

Tang Hao's domineering aura when he swung his hammer truly moved Tang Shan. If he were to clash head-on with him, it would be incredibly exhilarating, and he might even be able to further overcome the mental bottleneck that he hadn't broken through for years.

"I am Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Tiandou. Now, all academies will take stock of the number of injured. I will then dispatch healing-type Soul Masters to provide treatment. Also, all healing-type Soul Masters present, after treating the wounded on your own, please gather here. We will allocate resources rationally to avoid wasting healing resources." Qian Renxue held a megaphone and issued a series of orders. The somewhat scattered team quickly regained some order and began to move slowly.

The night was as dark as ink, and bonfires lit up the darkness. Healing-type Soul Masters tirelessly moved through the long line of carriages, healing the injuries of teachers and students.

Exhausted after a busy afternoon, Qian Renxue sat down by the campfire, let out a long breath, and disregarded all royal etiquette. She picked up a bowl, ladled out a bowl of hot soup, and drank it down.

"Your Highness, how is the situation?" Tang Shan handed the freshly baked flatbread to the other party and inquired about the losses.

"Not bad, no one died. One unlucky student slipped and fell due to nervousness, and was then hit by falling rocks, breaking several ribs." After drinking the hot soup, her strength returned somewhat, and Qian Renxue's somewhat dim eyes regained their brightness.

"Should we rest here for a few days? After all, there are quite a few wounded." Tang Shan pressed.

"No need. The rest of the lightly wounded are mostly recovered. They'll receive another round of treatment tomorrow, and by noon they'll be fully healed. We'll depart tomorrow at noon." Qian Renxue had clearly thought about this issue beforehand and made the arrangements with a clear mind.

"Okay." Tang Shan nodded and said nothing more. The campfire crackled and popped, casting a red glow on their faces.

……

"You mean, not only Tang Hao made a move, but Chen Xin also made a move?" On the broad and majestic papal throne, Bibi Dong asked calmly with her eyes closed.

"That's right. However, Chen Xin only made one sword strike. Later, when Yue Guan and I were about to attack together, Tang Hao arrived." Ghostly replied respectfully.

"Tang Hao?" Bibi Dong murmured, then waved her hand. "Alright, you can all go and rest. Let's put this matter aside for now and talk about it when they arrive in Wuhun City."

"Yes!" Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo responded simultaneously, turning to retreat. After their fierce battle with Tang Hao, they themselves had suffered considerable losses.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and Yue Guan and Gui Mei stopped and looked at Bibi Dong together.

"You all go and rest, let the people outside in," Bibi Dong casually instructed, clearly not taking this trivial matter to heart.

The gate opened, and two Title Douluos walked out side by side. The Templar Knight who had knocked on the door gave them a slight salute before entering the Papal Palace.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei did not intend to eavesdrop, but as titled Douluo, their senses were simply too sharp.

"what's up?"

"Your Holiness, a man claims to be an old friend of yours and says he has important matters to discuss with you."

"My old friend? Did he give his name?"

He said his name was Yu Xiaogang.

"What did you say!"

The door closed, but Bibi Dong's out-of-control voice still reached Yue Guan and Gui Mei's ears very clearly. The two looked at each other in surprise and understood what the other was thinking: what kind of person could make the Pope, who was always calm and composed, lose his composure like this?

"Is it him?" As Yue Guan slowly descended the steps, he immediately noticed the disheveled figure at the end of the road.

"How is that possible? Sausage lips, unkempt appearance, very obvious dark circles under the eyes, weak and feeble, and exuding a sleazy aura. Do you think the Pope would want to see this kind of person and lose his composure because of him?" Ghost was not taciturn in front of Yue Guan. He sized up Yu Xiaogang and listed his physical characteristics one by one.

“That seems to be true.” Yue Guan nodded in agreement. The two walked up to the group of Templar Knights who were blocking Yu Xiaogang. Yue Guan looked Yu Xiaogang up and down with curiosity and asked, “Who is he?”

"Greetings, Elders." The Templar Knights' attention had been focused on someone, and since Yue Guan and Gui Mei hadn't deliberately revealed their presence, they naturally hadn't noticed the two's arrival.

Upon seeing them appear, the crowd hurriedly bowed and immediately explained, "He said he is Yu Xiaogang, has an old friendship with the Pope, and has an elder's token on him."

What?! He's Yu Xiaogang, the one who made the Pope lose his composure! The two Douluo were filled with disbelief.

“Alright, we understand.” Yue Guan moved lightly, covering more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. The ghost followed silently. After walking a certain distance, the two slowed down almost simultaneously. They looked at each other again, their eyes filled with the same absurdity.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, showing his nostrils. Even when the two Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, came close, his posture did not change in the slightest.

"The Pope requests your presence!" The Templar Knight who had just gone to report came out of the door, hurried down the stairs, and politely addressed Yu Xiaogang.

"Lead the way." Yu Xiaogang slightly raised his chin, displaying an air of authority, his eyes carrying a hint of nonchalance and a touch of nonchalance.

The Templar Knights were not angry: the Pope's distinguished guest was probably some terrifyingly powerful figure, but his attire was far too slovenly.

The knight secretly sized up Yu Xiaogang, a hint of doubt rising in his mind: Why do I feel that he is just a Great Soul Master? It must be my imagination.

Behind the Papal Palace lies a garden where flowers and plants from all over the continent bloom in profusion. The garden features fountains and pavilions; it is Bibi Dong's exclusive resting area, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter without permission.

Today, Bibi Dong is dressed in a papal robe, with various martial spirit patterns outlined on the yellow robe by gold and silver threads. She wears a papal crown, and the gems on the crown shine brightly.

She sat upright and still, her robes perfectly outlining her graceful figure, and every gesture she made exuded dignity and majesty.

Yu Xiaogang looked disheveled, wearing a faded short shirt that revealed arms that were neither particularly strong nor thin, and trousers with many patches on them, with stains still faintly visible on the fabric.

His face was aged, with wrinkles, his hair was a messy clump, and his stubble was unkempt, with uneven lengths.

One was elegant and noble, the other disheveled and unkempt; the contrast between the two was striking. The Templar Knight, observing the scene before him, felt that the two being together was utterly incongruous.

"You may leave." Bibi Dong's voice was calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her turbulent emotions.

"Yes," the Templar Knight replied firmly, turning and leaving the garden, leaving the two of them alone.

Your familiar refined demeanor, weathered face, sensual full lips, and unpretentious manner—Xiao Gang, it really is you.

Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, and her eyes were already wet with tears. Looking at the man in front of her, a thousand words were stuck in her throat.

Yu Xiaogang was her hope in the darkness; without Yu Xiaogang, there would be no Bibi Dong today.

"Long time no see." As her turbulent emotions gradually subsided, Bibi Dong's voice returned to its calm tone. Her hands gripped the papal robe tightly, and her body trembled slightly.

Chapter 463 Key Points of Comprehending the Rules

Otherwise, how could they say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"? To be able to describe the slovenly and decadent Yu Xiaogang with adjectives like sexy, unpretentious, and weathered by life, Bibi Dong clearly has "true love" for him. If it weren't "true love," she probably wouldn't have said such crazy things.

"Long time no see." With a slight lift of his eyelids, Yu Xiaogang gazed at the elegant and dignified woman before him, his eyes filled with equally complex emotions.

"Please sit down." Bibi Dong stood up, pulled out a seat for him, and took out a teapot to brew tea herself.

If the rest of the Spirit Hall witnessed this scene, they would probably be utterly astonished. The ruler of the Spirit Hall, whose power and influence were at the pinnacle of the continent, personally brewing tea for a man—it was utterly absurd.

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward and sat down. His hand accidentally brushed against Bibi Dong's arm. Bibi Dong's body stiffened for a brief moment, and her heart began to beat faster uncontrollably.

Splash!

The aroma of tea filled the air, refreshing and invigorating. Bibi Dong handed the teacup to Yu Xiaogang: "Try this tea, how does it taste?"

"Put it down." Yu Xiaogang's words were unusually cold, devoid of any warmth; he was the epitome of a straight-laced, iron-willed man.

Bibi Dong felt somewhat dejected, but in the end she gently placed the teacup in front of Yu Xiaogang before pouring herself a cup.

"What do you want?" After a moment of silence, seeing that Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to speak, Bibi Dong took the initiative to ask.

"I've come for Tang San." Yu Xiaogang got straight to the point, stating the purpose of his visit. "Tang San is my disciple and the best test subject for my theories. I hope you won't harm him."

As expected! Even though she had prepared herself, seeing that Yu Xiaogang wasn't doing it for her at all, Bibi Dong still felt a nameless anger rise in her heart, and a sharp pain shot through her.

"He's Tang Hao's son. My teacher died at his hands. Do you think it's possible for me not to lay a hand on him?" Overwhelmed by a multitude of negative emotions, including frustration, disappointment, and anger, Bibi Dong's voice was tinged with a hint of irritation.

Yu Xiaogang's face paled. Faced with Bibi Dong's terrifying aura cultivated from her long-standing position of power, a slight panic rose in his heart: "Don't worry, he definitely won't harm you, I promise you." If such clumsy words were spoken by anyone else, they would definitely be ridiculed. However, it was Yu Xiaogang who said these words, and his target was Bibi Dong.

Xiao Gang told his disciple not to harm me, so it seems he still cares about me. Bibi Dong, having convinced herself, softened her expression slightly. "Unfortunately, you're a little late." "I've already sent men to kill him."

"What did you say!" Yu Xiaogang stood up instantly, the chair behind him was pushed out, dragging on the stone slabs in the pavilion with a screeching sound.

"How could you do this? He's my disciple! How could you be so cruel? Why?!" Yu Xiaogang, his defenses broken, roared hysterically at Bibi Dong. His hopes, his chance to achieve fame and even be remembered for eternity, had been destroyed by the woman before him.

Bibi Dong's smile vanished as she tried to lighten the mood with a joke. She stared blankly at the man yelling at her, her mind a complete blank.

"No, Xiao San's father is Haotian Douluo, Xiao San couldn't possibly be in any danger, you're lying to me, right?" Yu Xiaogang suddenly remembered something, took a step forward to Bibi Dong, reached out with his rough hands, grabbed her somewhat slender shoulders, and questioned her excitedly.

"Use your brain! The men I sent have returned. Tang Hao made a move, and your disciple Tang San is fine." Bibi Dong waved her sleeve, sending Yu Xiaogang flying. However, the force of the blow caused him to land back in his original spot.

"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright!" Yu Xiaogang slumped into the chair as if relieved, covered in cold sweat.

Bibi Dong picked up the teacup in front of her, took a small sip, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. As for whether this mockery was directed at Yu Xiaogang or herself, only she herself knew.

After calming down for a while, Yu Xiao had just recovered from the fear of losing his disciple. Remembering the other purpose of his trip, he put on his emotional intelligence and wanted to make up for the negative impact of his rash actions.

"I'm sorry, I got a little excited just now. Did I hurt you?" Yu Xiaogang bowed slightly, his apology coming from the bottom of his heart, and looked sincerely into Bibi Dong's eyes.

What does it mean to be a natural enemy? Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong are a perfect example. Before her anger could fully build, Bibi Dong felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's apology, and she began to convince herself again: Tang San is, after all, his disciple; it's normal for him to be a little emotional. If Nana were in the same situation as Tang San, I guess I would be just as emotional. Indeed, we are all the same…

"It's alright. After all, she's your direct disciple. I can understand." A smile appeared on her face, and the coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes melted away, turning into a pool of gentle water.

“Yes, after all, he is a direct disciple. It is only right for me, as his teacher, to do everything for him.” Yu Xiaogang picked up where Bibi Dong left off and said righteously. Seeing that Bibi Dong seemed to agree, he revealed his true intentions: “So I have another request. Could you please give me a copy of your twin martial soul cultivation method?”

Yu Xiaogang's emotional intelligence certainly kicked in, but unfortunately, it didn't last long before it went offline again. If his emotional intelligence had lasted longer, he wouldn't have said such bizarre things at such an inappropriate time.

Bibi Dong is indeed love-struck, and love-struck minds don't work very well. But even if she's slow, by the third time, she finally realized that the man in front of her had only ever thought of his disciple.

“Impossible. Give him the method to cultivate twin martial souls, only to have him come looking for trouble in the future?” Bibi Dong’s expression turned cold again. This time, she was determined not to agree to anything Yu Xiaogang said.

"Why? I told you, he definitely won't be your enemy in the future." Yu Xiaogang became agitated again, his eyes filled with resentment.

“There’s no reason why. He’s Tang Hao’s son, that’s enough.” Bibi Dong’s tone was resolute. “I can promise you I won’t attack Tang San, but I absolutely cannot give him the cultivation method for twin martial souls.”