Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"Xiao San, I understand you're ambitious and care a lot about Lu Mingfei, who's your age, but temporary wins and losses don't matter. If you lose, get back up."

"But you must understand that strength comes from one's own power, not from the weakness of one's enemy."

Tang Hao also noticed Tang San's smugness and couldn't help but shake his head, realizing that Tang San's mindset was still far from that of a true powerhouse.

"At least for now, Lu Mingfei's talent is undeniable. At twelve years old, he's at level forty-five. Even I back then couldn't compare to him. You should face the gap between you and work hard to cultivate. Don't let your arrogance cloud your judgment."

Tang San looked at Tang Hao's serious eyes and couldn't help but lower his head. He understood that Tang Hao wanted to talk about the time he lost control and tried to hurt people with hidden weapons that night. Now that he had calmed down, he knew that such behavior would embarrass Tang Hao.

"I understand, Dad." Tang San's cold eyes were hidden by his hair. He clenched his fists and secretly vowed that one day he would defeat Lu Mingfei head-on and wash away this shame.

He was indeed wrong, but wasn't what Lu Mingfei did also humiliating him?

Tang Hao sighed helplessly. Because of his presence, Tang San had inevitably developed an arrogant mentality over the years due to having a powerful backer to rely on.

She appears mature in temperament, but in reality, she is not strong enough inside. If it weren't for her younger sister Xiao Wu, the situation would probably be even worse.

Lu Mingfei should have been their natural ally, but now that things have come to this point, perhaps only when Tang San can truly defeat him head-on can they force him to back down.

However, Tang San is ultimately his son. If Lu Mingfei dares to hold a grudge or join the Spirit Hall, Tang Hao will naturally not be lenient over such a trivial matter.

This continent has never lacked geniuses, but those who survive and are strong are the ones who deserve to be remembered.

"elder brother."

Xiao Wu quietly held Tang San's arm, knowing that Tang San had done something wrong, but she didn't say anything.

However, it is ultimately a good thing that Tang San can cheer up. If she were to bring up the matter of apologizing to Lu Mingfei again at this time, it would probably only backfire. Now that Tang Hao and the Grandmaster have comforted her, they should be able to reconcile with Mingfei in the future, right?

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A sparsely populated mountain road in the province of Silves.

The sky was gray-black, casting the shadows of clouds between the mountains, and the whole world was shrouded in a matte veil.

The heavy rain pounded on the bamboo umbrella, splitting into gurgling droplets that slid down the edge. Cool air and moisture enveloped Lu Mingfei's sleeves from all directions, making them wet and sticky.

Logically, as a literary and artistic person, Lu Mingfei should have spouted a few long and rambling lines of nonsensical poetry at this point.

For example, he doesn't care about the rain because his life has been filled with constant rain. Such apt remarks reveal the repressed, sentimental nature of a literary youth.

But Lu Mingfei had to admit from the bottom of his heart that he didn't like this kind of weather. That coastal city always had frequent rain, and typhoons were common in the summer.

When I was in junior high school, every time it rained after school, the gate of Shilan Middle School would be as lively as a market. All kinds of luxury cars were parked haphazardly, their hazard lights flashing a dazzling yellow light. Everyone was honking their horns incessantly. In the rain, the students couldn't recognize their own cars and wandered around like headless flies.

Except for Lu Mingfei.

Who cares if a teenager gets caught in the rain?

In fact, during the first year after his unreliable parents left, he hoped that on a rainy day, his parents would suddenly return to China and pick him up at the school gate in their old Santana, giving him a long-awaited hug.

That way, he wouldn't have to return to his uncle's house in such a sorry state, like a stray dog.

However, he never expected that it wasn't until the second semester of his third year of junior high school that his uncle and aunt used his child support money to buy a BMW, and he finally got rid of those days thanks to Lu Mingze.

Looking back now, I guess the child support wasn't a waste of money?

A muffled rumble of thunder sounded, and not only that, but also the neighing of horses' hooves and the cracking of whips could be heard behind us.

In such weather, even wild animals would choose to take shelter from the rain and rest; only bored creatures like humans would choose to travel in the rain.

Lu Mingfei turned around and instantly activated his Golden Eyes to take a look from afar. It was obviously unreasonable for a boy like him or a carriage to appear on such a mountain path that could not even be called a road.

It's either Little Red Riding Hood or the Big Bad Wolf.

The middle-aged man driving the carriage probably thought the same thing, and he couldn't help but slow down.

The carriage continued to move steadily forward without stopping, except that Lu Mingfei stopped.

"Uncle, are you also going to Silves City? Could you give me a ride?" Lu Mingfei waved to the carriage.

The middle-aged man driving the carriage seemed to have discussed something with the people inside, and then nodded to Lu Mingfei.

"Come on up, I'll give you a ride since it's on my way." The bald middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Uncle." Lu Mingfei put away his umbrella and got into the car happily.

As soon as I entered the carriage, a putrid and sour smell filled my nostrils. Compared to the spacious carriage on the outside, the interior was visibly cramped.

Two middle-aged men sat on either side of the car window; one wore a gray linen robe and had a gloomy face, while the other was robust and muscular. Various scars are visible on his arms and upper body.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, thank you for letting me hitch a ride." Lu Mingfei touched his nose and carefully sat down on the seat next to him.

The middle-aged man in the hemp robe glanced at the storage soul tool on Lu Mingfei's right hand: "Young brother, you're a soul master. It's quite remarkable that you're out adventuring at such a young age."

"No, no, I think the three uncles are also Soul Masters, and they seem to be very powerful." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"No comparison. Only our boss has one of these amazing spatial soul tools." The burly man chuckled憨厚ly. "But I should be able to get one today."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Lu Mingfei clapped his hands.

Upon seeing this, the burly man and the middle-aged man in the hemp robe burst into hearty laughter, which also roused the bald man driving the car outside the carriage to laugh heartily.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the bald man gave a soft hum. As expected, things were settled inside.

So he called out twice into the carriage, "Second and third brothers, have you taken care of the fat sheep yet? Go easy on him, that kid's a Soul Master, he'll fetch a good price!"

Seeing that no one answered, the bald man became a little annoyed, thinking that his underlings were busy dividing the spoils and pretending not to hear, so he had no choice but to stop the carriage.

He's the boss, so he's the one who has to distribute things.

Just as his head was poking into the carriage, a tremendous force suddenly slammed into his face, sending him flying off the carriage.

Although he was severely injured and somewhat dizzy, his years of combat experience made him instantly summon his martial spirit to prepare for battle.

When he looked up at the carriage, a figure, both godlike and demonic, stood majestically, radiating a dazzling golden light.

The figure stepped into the raging storm, and the world was cut apart by a golden curtain. The wind and rain suddenly subsided, and the world fell silent.

The stinging pain in his eyes and the confusion in his mind caused him to lower his head instantly, kneel on the ground, and tremble.

The Soul Master level soul power he relied on for survival could not bring him any sense of security, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

Every cell in his body seemed to be groaning, simply because he had just looked directly into those golden eyes.

But divine might is like a prison, untouchable!