Douluo: The Peerless Tang Sect - The Ordinary Life of a Supporting Character

Chapter 93 Immortals were originally mortals

At dawn, before the sky was fully bright, a pale golden light flashed across the Sea God Lake, and Wang Nan's figure appeared on the shore of the Sea God Lake in the outer courtyard.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, the outer academy of Shrek Academy was still on holiday, and the outer academy disciples had not yet returned to school. There was not a single person around.

For the past six months, Wang Nan and his seven companions have been engaged in intensive training. Their individual abilities are already among the best of their age, so teamwork and collaboration have become their primary goals.

Under Xuanzi's leadership, the seven of them carried out six surveillance missions together. The targets were at least Soul King level, and the highest level was a seven-ring Soul Saint who possessed a Martial Soul True Body.

Besides these, team combat was also essential. Their opponents started as other inner court disciples, but later it became Xuanzi himself. Of course, they never won against a level 98 Super Douluo.

With less than two months until the start of the Soul Battle Tournament, Ma Xiaotao, who had the highest soul power level among them, finally reached a bottleneck and went to acquire a soul ring with Yan Shaozhe. The others also finally got a short vacation.

Wang Nan took a deep breath of the moist air and slowly exhaled. He realized that it had been more than two years since he had been home. The first year was spent in deep meditation, the second year was spent in the Star Dou Great Forest during the Spring Festival, after which he gained some insights, followed by intensive training. By the time he had some free time, it was already this time of year.

Just as he was about to leave, Wang Nan saw Wang Yan again, who was hurrying out of the teachers' office area.

"Second Uncle!" Wang Nan moved closer and called out.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan looked up, and Wang Nan then noticed that Wang Yan seemed somewhat haggard. Despite being a Soul King, he had dark circles under his eyes.

"Nan'er, what's wrong?"

"Second Uncle, I just had some free time and was about to go home," Wang Nan said, looking at Wang Yan. "But you, Second Uncle, look like you haven't slept all night?"

"Is it that obvious?" Wang Yan smiled. "You are a regular disciple in this Soul Battle Tournament, so I have nothing to hide. Some time ago, the academy notified me that I would be participating in this Soul Battle Tournament as a team leader. I've been busy collecting information on other academies."

"The other academies are the same as us. This year's selected disciples are all former reserve team members. Although they rarely make a move, we can still find some of their characteristics."

"Don't worry, Second Uncle. Don't you trust us? The most important thing for you right now is to take good care of yourself. It would be a loss if you got sick because of these illnesses."

"Okay, I'll go back and rest after I finish organizing these documents."

Wang Nan looked at Wang Yan and shook his head helplessly. He knew what kind of personality Wang Yan had. Although he said that, he certainly wouldn't just go to rest like that.

Seeing that Wang Yan's mind was still on the upcoming Soul Battle Tournament, Wang Nan didn't waste too much of his time. After a brief chat, they headed towards the east gate of the academy.

As his cultivation level improved, Wang Nan's flying soul tool had also reached the sixth level, and he arrived at the gate of Star Luo City in a short time.

Upon entering Xingluo City, Wang Nan saw a large crowd gathered around Xingluo Square in front of the imperial city, with various materials piled up on one side, seemingly preparing for the Soul Battle Tournament in a little over a month.

Wang Nan glanced at it but didn't linger. He quickly arrived at his own door.

Wang Nan's mother stood at the door, holding a food box in her hand, looking like she was about to go out.

"Mom, where are you going?"

"Nan'er?" Wang Nan's mother's eyes lit up. "Isn't the Soul Battle Tournament about to start? His Majesty is gathering Soul Masters to set up the venue, and your father is working there too. It's almost noon, so I'm bringing him some food."

Wang Nan was somewhat confused. Gathering Soul Masters to set up the venue was understandable, but Wang Xing was a Soul King, so was it a waste of his talents to have him do the work?

"Mom, was it a requirement imposed by the royal family?"

"No." Wang Nan's mother laughed and scolded in an annoyed tone, "I know it's not appropriate for your father's cultivation level to go and set up the arena, but His Majesty has issued an announcement that all Soul Masters who participated in building the arena can get priority in purchasing tickets for the Soul Battle Tournament in addition to their basic remuneration."

"Didn't you say before that you were going to represent your academy in this Soul Fighting Tournament? As soon as your dad heard the news, he ran to Star Luo Square."

Wang Nan was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh. He took the food box from his mother's hands and said, "Then I'll deliver it."

"Let's go together, you won't be able to find your dad anyway."

Wang Nan didn't refuse, nodded, and walked side by side with his mother down the street. They walked slowly, and Wang Nan kept telling his mother about the things that had happened over the past year. Wang Nan's mother just nodded frequently, her smile never fading.

"Dad, come and eat!"

Although his mother said it was hard to find, Wang Nan still saw Wang Xing standing in Xingluo Square from afar, busy with something.

At this moment, the arena for the Soul Battle Tournament had been set up. Wang Xing and several other Soul Masters were standing in front of a huge metal pillar next to the arena, surrounded by Soul Rings. It seemed that they were doing some work that required Soul Masters to complete.

Wang Nan approached and discovered that there was more than one of these metal pillars; they were likely components of some kind of large soul tool, seemingly prepared to isolate the arena from the outside world.

When Wang Xing heard the shout, he thought it was someone else's child and casually looked around, but he soon saw Wang Nan waving at him.

"Nan'er, you're back?" Wang Xing said a few words to the people around him, then stopped what he was doing and walked towards Wang Nan.

As he got closer, he glanced down at himself again before looking up at Wang Nan.

"You little rascal, you're taller than your dad now."

Wang Nan smiled with his head down.

Indeed, the father I used to look up to when I was a child no longer seems so tall and imposing.

"Let's go over there and talk while we eat." Wang Xing looked around and pointed to a bench next to Xingluo Square.

"Dad, are you still taking those jobs to hunt for spirit rings?"

"I won't answer anymore." Wang Xing sat on the bench, fed a mouthful of rice, and gently waved the chopsticks in his hand. "I heard from your second uncle that you already have your sixth spirit ring. After that, your father can't help you much. What your mother and I can do now is not to make you worry or hold you back."

Wang Nan and his family of three sat on a bench, eating and chatting, while pedestrians occasionally passed by and witnessed this heartwarming scene.

Among them are some ordinary people who probably never imagined that the "Soul Masters" who are high and mighty in their eyes would have such a life.

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