Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"Senior Tang Chen, is that really what you said? The master felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body charred black inside and out. Tang San's words revealed countless secrets of the continent, such as the Pure-Blooded True Dragon Emperor Tian, ​​demigods, the Asura God's test, and so on."

But all of this pales in comparison to Lu Mingfei's ability to fight a demigod with the body of a Soul Saint.

"It's all true. My great-grandfather admitted that once Lu Mingfei becomes a Title Douluo, apart from true gods, probably no one can rival him." Tang San clenched his fists unwillingly.

He couldn't understand why Lu Mingfei possessed such a martial soul and such strength. Even his twin martial souls paled in comparison, and he couldn't understand why the Asura God would reject him.

Grandmaster was even less able to understand it than Tang San. A year ago, when Tang San told him that Lu Mingfei's true martial soul was the True Dragon Martial Soul and that he had killed Tang Wu with the strength of a Soul King, he already found it extremely unbelievable.

Now, Lu Mingfei has cultivated to the Soul Saint level in three years, and then possesses strength comparable to a demigod.

This cannot be explained by the theory of martial spirits at all.

"I understand. I'm afraid Lu Mingfei is actually a pure-blooded true dragon soul beast in human form, even more noble than the Di Tian bloodline you just mentioned. He used some method to unleash his original power, which is why he's so strong." Grandmaster racked his brains and came up with the only reasonable explanation. Tang San also had this guess, but even if it were true, so what? He still couldn't defeat Lu Mingfei.

"Teacher, is there really no way out? My life is insignificant, but Wu Tianzong is implicated because of me. If his century-old legacy is destroyed, how can I face my father and Wu Tianzong's ancestors?"

Tang San's face was full of resentment and unwillingness. He was truly unwilling. He had been given a second chance at life, so why did he have to lose his parents, his lover, his sect, and even be trampled on by his enemies? He always felt that his fate should not be like this.

In fact, he came to his teacher to confide in him today because he was really desperate. Even if he could cultivate to the level of a Title Douluo within ten years, he would still only face death in the end.

The greatest despair in the world is not facing death, but having no hope.

The room fell silent. Tang San was in pain, but so was Grandmaster. This was the disciple he had placed so much hope in, and yet he had come to this. He sighed slowly, and after a long period of contemplation, he finally spoke: "Senior Tang Chen is right. Right now, there is probably no way to stop Lu Mingfei on the entire continent. The only thing that can stand against him is probably a god."

"In this regard, Senior Tang Chen has gone the furthest. The path to godhood at level 100 is almost impossible, so the only option is to find a divine position to inherit." "The Asura God did indeed reject you, but the Asura God is not the only god on the continent."

"Teacher, do you mean you know about other divine lineages?" Tang San's eyes lit up; he believed the master hadn't spoken without reason. The master gently shook his head: "Actually, before you told me today, I wasn't even sure if gods truly existed, but now, with Senior Tang Chen as a living example, we have something to follow."

"The most well-known legend on the continent is that of the ancestor of the Spirit Hall, the Angel God. You have seen the bloodline he left behind, which is the six-winged angel spirit, a divine spirit passed down through generations of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall. If there is any place that speaks of divine inheritance, the Spirit Hall is definitely the most likely place."

"But how could I possibly obtain the Spirit Hall's inheritance?" Tang San shook his head.

"Of course I know that. Now for the main point: the Angel God inheritance of the Spirit Hall can probably only be matched with the Angel Spirit. But more than 20 years ago, a major event happened at the Spirit Hall. They sent troops to try to subdue the Soul Masters located at sea, but in the end, they paid the price of a Title Douluo's life and returned empty-handed."

"The Spirit Hall calls it Devil Island, but I know its real name: Seagod Island."

"Sea God." Tang San murmured several times, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. "Teacher, do you mean that there might be a divine legacy called Sea God on that island?"

"That's right. Since gods really exist, then the sea god on Seagod Island is probably real too. Although the Asura God rejected you, you might as well try your luck on Seagod Island."

"That island is guarded by an unparalleled expert. You need to pass a test to stay, and you must not leave again."

"Even if you can't obtain the Sea God's inheritance, that island is enough to protect you and at least allow you to grow smoothly to your peak." "When you have the strength to return to the mainland, whether you try to become a god at level 100 or seek another divine inheritance, it will be better than living in fear every day now."

The master offered his advice: for Tang San right now, the most important thing is not Tang Chen's disregard, but the fact that he could be discovered by Lu Mingfei at any time on the continent and lose his life.

Leaving the mainland is indeed his best option at present.

"Thank you, teacher." Tang San took a few deep breaths. The master's consideration for him was undoubtedly very thoughtful.

He had come to understand that without power, everything was just empty talk, and what he needed now was the power of God. Only such power could allow him to defeat Lu Mingfei and take back Xiao Wu. He was willing to give his life for it.

"Good boy, I believe you can do it." The master also stood up and patted Tang San's shoulders with both hands. In fact, he did not know whether Tang San could return or not, but at least he could survive, and perhaps a miracle would really happen.

"The matter of going to Poseidon Island should be done as soon as possible, and once you leave this door, you must not tell anyone about it. Better safe than sorry," the master advised as he saw him off.

"I understand, teacher." Tang San put on his hood and quietly left Shrek Academy from the back mountain.

He walked until he reached a secluded street corner, then turned back for one last look before leaving.

However, he didn't go to Yuexuan to find Tang Yuehua, nor did he leave the city. Instead, he went straight to an ordinary little courtyard in the city. "Senior brother, it really is you." Xue Beng's figure appeared in the courtyard half an hour later. He hadn't believed it when he received the report from the servants, but he didn't expect to actually see Tang San here.

"Junior Brother Xue Beng, I've agreed to what you asked me to do last time. This is a poison I've concocted that has similar symptoms to Xue Qinghe's first poisoning. Apart from me, even Poison Douluo has no chance of finding an antidote." Tang San handed over a jade bottle.

Xue Beng was overjoyed. Ever since he heard that Tang San's poison skills were even better than Poison Douluo's, he had had this idea. He had mentioned it once before, but Tang San ignored him. Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and now Tang San actually agreed.

"Don't forget your promise."

"Haha, don't worry, senior brother. I've long wanted to take our relationship with the Haotian Sect to the next level, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been trying to bewitch my father. Once I'm on the throne, I will definitely follow the orders of my grandmaster, master, and senior brother." Xue Beng smiled and promised. He had been rejected so many times when he asked Ning Rongrong to marry him, and he had long been unhappy with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Now that he has the even more powerful Wu Tianzong backing him, why should he still be subservient to others? Including his father, the emperor, who should have abdicated long ago. With Wu Tianzong's support, he might even have a chance to counterattack the Spirit Hall and Star Luo, unify the continent, and become an emperor for all time.

By then, I believe his father will be able to rest in peace with a smile on his face.

Seeing Xue Beng's ambitious smile, Tang San scoffed inwardly. However, only a self-righteous fool like him as emperor would best serve the interests of their Wu Tian Sect.

Although Wu Tianzong did not welcome him, his uncle and aunt treated him very well, and this was the last thing he could do for them.

If the Haotian Sect can take control of the Tiandou Empire, it will at least have a better chance of survival.

Leaving aside the filial piety of the Heavenly Dou royal family, Lu Mingfei was taking a nap in his pajamas.

"Knock knock knock!" A series of urgent knocks sounded on the door. Lu Mingfei initially thought he was hallucinating.

After all, it was a detached house with no one knocking on the door for three years.

But the knocking on the door never stopped, and what was even stranger was that Lu Mingfei could faintly detect a hint of impatience in the rhythm. Even a lonely young woman wouldn't knock on the door like that in broad daylight, would she?

You may not care about the impact, but I do.

"Coming, coming," Lu Mingfei had no choice but to get up and open the door. "Who is it? Uh..."

As soon as the door opened, the sunlight and sea breeze rushed in, and Lu Mingfei wondered if he had opened it the wrong way.

To make sure it wasn't a system crash or lag, he closed the door, reopened it, and refreshed the page, but the image on his retina remained unchanged. This was truly bizarre; could anyone tell him why he was seeing Xiao Wu here in broad daylight?

And who is this girl who's even more of a supermodel than Miss World? Why does he feel a chill down his spine?