Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 80 Xue Qinghe's Visit

Dai Mubai covered his mouth and chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little San, you should learn from your brother in the future."

In terms of emotional intelligence, Dai Da Shao is definitely higher.

"Dirty man." Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were cold, and she felt disgusted, making her even more eager to break free from the shackles of fate.

Unconsciously, she recalled her past with Chen Xuan, a time that was relaxed and happy, yet also felt restrictive.

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, her tense expression easing. Finally, no one was paying attention to her anymore; just now, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest.

She gently rubbed her lower abdomen, lost in thought for a moment, her clear eyes becoming incredibly tender.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze, having witnessed the entire process, but did nothing, continuing to follow behind the crowd.

……

Soon after, the group arrived at Shrek's base, where a huge white tent and eight smaller tents were erected.

Roxon saluted the crowd and said, "Lord Flander, and all the contestants, please get some rest. The qualifying rounds will officially begin tomorrow morning. There will be no opening match; the competition will start immediately. Someone will personally lead you to the competition venue."

"Then thank you, General Roxson," Flander said with a smile.

"No, no, not at all." Roxon was somewhat flattered and quickly said, "I'll take my leave now. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Although he was a Soul Master and had become the third captain of the Royal Knights, his combat strength was only level 44, so he naturally held a deep respect for a Soul Saint.

It is evident that the empire's army consists mostly of ordinary people, with Soul Masters making up a minority.

This is also the main reason why the Heavenly Dou Empire, along with its various kingdoms and duchies, so desperately crave talent.

"Are the Soul Masters trained by the Empire generally this weak?" Chen Xuan wondered to himself. If the captain was only at the Soul Master level, the others must have even weaker Soul Power.

No wonder the Spirit Hall dominates the world, and no one dares to provoke it, making it the strongest force on the continent. There's a reason for that.

Accept ordinary people as Soul Masters, awaken Martial Souls for them free of charge, and distribute Gold Soul Coins as a subsidy every month.

The Heaven Dou Empire's system is exactly the opposite. It's almost impossible to discover that commoners are awakening their martial souls for free, and it's even more impossible to distribute gold soul coins to unrelated soul masters.

This is also why most commoner soul masters eventually join the Spirit Hall – by winning people's hearts and gaining their favor from the commoners.

After Roxon left, Flander assigned accommodations to everyone. Xiao Wu and Liu Erlong shared a room, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong shared a room, he shared a room with Master, and the remaining tents were left for Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others to allocate themselves.

After the final results came out, Chen Xuan, Ma Hongjun, and Tailong shared a tent.

Tyrone snorted coldly, didn't even look at Chen Xuan, and went straight to his bed.

Chen Xuan pursed his lips, completely speechless.

Because of Yu Xiaogang, Tailong had a falling out with him last time, and so much time had passed that he had almost forgotten about it. He never expected that this big oaf would remember it for so long.

"Fatty, let's go to the main camp." They'd run into each other all the time, and Chen Xuan didn't want to see his expression, so he told Fatty to head to the main camp.

At this moment, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others sat around a table, discussing the daily schedule. Since this was an individual competition rather than a team battle, the month of training had been in vain.

Around noon, two guests arrived at Shrek Academy's residence: Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, personally came to visit.

If Ning Fengzhi's arrival was within Tang's expectations, then the other person was definitely unexpected and a complete surprise.

"Uncle Ning, Your Highness, what brings you here?" Sensing their presence, Tang San stepped forward to greet them.

The person accompanying Ning Fengzhi was none other than the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

Xue Qinghe has a delicate and elegant appearance. Although she is dressed in simple clothes, not particularly luxurious attire, she still retains her aristocratic demeanor.

"I was fortunate enough to watch this qualifying round with my father, so I thought I'd drop by to see you, Brother Tang. Are you comfortable in your accommodations? If you're not used to it, I can have someone change your rooms." Xue Qinghe smiled, his demeanor gentle and approachable, showing no airs and being very down-to-earth.

Tang San quickly shook his head, refusing the Crown Prince's offer, and invited the two into the main camp.

"Sect Leader Ning, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the visitor, Flander put on a smile and hurriedly went forward to greet him.

"Sect Leader Ning, please have a seat." Flander greeted the two with a smile and invited them to the main seats.

"Dean Flander, I apologize for disturbing you." Ning Fengzhi said gently and calmly, "I'm mainly here to see Rongrong. I've missed her quite a while now."

"Daddy." Ning Rongrong's voice came from outside, and a petite and adorable figure rushed in, throwing herself into Ning Fengzhi's arms.

Ning Fengzhi beamed with joy, the happiness of an elderly father.

"Dad, why are you here? Didn't I just write to you yesterday?" Ning Rongrong said, puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi rubbed her head and said with a smile, "I came here this time to discuss a favor with Dean Flander, and also to come and see you."

"Sect Leader Ning, please don't stand on ceremony. I will do my best to help in any way I can," Flander said without hesitation, making his stance clear.

At this moment, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and others walked in; they had been summoned by the master.

When Chen Xuan entered, the first thing he saw was the handsome young man. He naturally recognized Ning Fengzhi, and this man had an imposing presence, clearly not an ordinary person.

Xue Qinghe's eyes were like torches, and they met Chen Xuan's gaze as he carefully examined the young man.

"So ordinary, is this the person that woman is looking for?" Xue Qinghe couldn't help but wonder. This person was too ordinary, and his soul power fluctuations were not strong.

However, she didn't care about all that; she just wanted to complete the task.

Ning Fengzhi came with a request. Rongrong's strength had improved by leaps and bounds during her time at Shrek Academy, leading her to believe that the master's teachings were exceptional and must be superior to those of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Therefore, he planned to send a group of disciples from various sects to Shrek Academy, where they would be taught by Yu Xiaogang and Flander, and also provide financial support to Shrek Academy.

Flanders initially wanted to refuse, but after hearing about the financial assistance that followed, he readily agreed.

"Sect Leader Ning, rest assured. Your disciples, Xiao Gang, and all the teachers will certainly spare no effort in teaching you, just as we would treat these little monsters," Flander assured him.

His face was beaming like a blooming chrysanthemum, his smile even more intense than AK's.

"Then thank you, Dean Flander."

Ning Fengzhi exchanged some pleasantries before turning his gaze to the little monsters.

"By the way, I heard that your academy has a ten-thousand-year soul ring holder. I wonder which little genius it is?" He casually brought up the matter.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang froze, his expression gradually turning grim.

Having just closed a big deal, Flander was still excited and didn't notice his old friend's lapse in composure. He called over Chen Xuan and introduced him to Ning Fengzhi, saying, "Sect Master Ning, this student of mine is named Chen Xuan. Like Xiao San, he absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring at the fourth ring level."

"Greetings, Sect Leader Ning." Chen Xuan clasped his hands and gave a proper salute.

Xue Qinghe remained calm, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Ning Fengzhi nodded and smiled, "On the continent, your academy's teachings are among the best. Master, you truly live up to your reputation, having taught two disciples with ten-thousand-year soul rings at the same time. Your knowledge makes me feel inferior."

On this point, he praised Yu Xiaogang without reservation and expressed his heartfelt admiration.

Yu Xiaogang bowed his head proudly, his expression unchanged, but the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his inner joy, far from the calm he appeared on the surface.

"Sect Master Ning, you flatter me. The reason why Xiao San was able to successfully absorb the eleven-year-old demonic spider was not only due to luck, but also because of his day and night training, which accumulated a very strong physique. Of course, Chen Xuan's talent is not bad either. Apart from luck, he also has the advantage of age accumulation, which is why he just met the standard for absorbing a soul beast that is just over ten thousand years old."

The master stood with his hands behind his back, speaking eloquently about the necessary conditions for absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

"I see. Besides physical strength, the accumulation of age is also an advantage."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly realized something, as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, and said, "You truly deserve to be called a master. Your talent and knowledge are admirable to us. On the continent, you must be one of the very few."

Watching the two talk, Chen Xuan was speechless. He had really underestimated Yu Xiaogang. He thought it was childish for Yu to have to compete for his disciple's superiority in this matter.

Besides, who said his ten-thousand-year soul ring had just reached ten thousand years? It was clearly more than twelve thousand years old, and then it grew to more than thirty thousand years old.

"Master, wait a moment, I have something to say."

Flander and the master were having a pleasant conversation with Ning Fengzhi when they were abruptly interrupted by a voice.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, his face immediately darkening. He was extremely familiar with this troublesome voice.

"Master, I'm sorry, you may be forgetful. I think it's necessary to correct you. My fourth spirit ring is not just 10,000 years old, but 13,500 years old."

(End of this chapter)