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

Chapter 82 The Master Ran Away

Chen Xuan found it amusing. It was indeed a small matter that didn't require proof, but it had escalated to this point, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

He just wanted to correct something, but some people always bring shame upon themselves, and they can't blame anyone else.

Under the intense gazes of the crowd, Chen Xuan, as some had wished, summoned his martial soul, a mutated martial soul with spatial attributes.

A black sphere hovered above his head, pitch black like an abyss, swallowing even the light, but its soul power fluctuations were very stable and there was no eerie aura.

Xue Qinghe's eyes narrowed, becoming incredibly sharp. He saw something unusual that caused his martial soul to clash, giving him an uncomfortable feeling.

Beneath Chen Xuan's feet, rings of spirit rings unfolded, with yellow, yellow, purple, and black—the same four colors.

"Is it just my imagination?"

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, puzzled. The black of that ten-thousand-year soul ring was different from when it was first revealed. It seemed to be much darker than before, and the aura of the ten-thousand-year soul beast was also much stronger.

"This color... is probably more than 13,000 years old," Xue Qinghe murmured.

As a descendant of the angel god and a chosen one of the angelic inheritance, one's perception in this area is beyond that of ordinary people.

This young man was definitely lying; his spirit rings were more than 13,000 years old, and his cultivation level was even higher.

"No wonder that woman valued it so much." Xue Qinghe finally understood. Not to mention Bibi Dong, even he himself had the idea of ​​bringing her under his command.

Those high-level Soul Masters present noticed something amiss. Although they couldn't determine the exact age of Chen Xuan's fourth ring, it was definitely not as simple as just turning ten thousand years old.

However, even though Yu Xiaogang, who was only level 30, noticed some anomalies, he still couldn't sense the strong aura of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.

Unfortunately, no one pays attention to him now, including his disciple Tang San.

"This young man is just as good as the mistress," Ning Fengzhi said with a gentle smile.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was heavy; he had to take this matter seriously.

If he doesn't die young and is properly nurtured, it's only a matter of time before he becomes a Title Douluo. Moreover, his ultimate achievement may very well surpass that of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, as one of the three major sects, is famous throughout the continent for its Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the most top-tier auxiliary martial soul. However, its combat power is ultimately a weakness, or even a fatal problem.

Therefore, the spouses of successive sect leaders and disciples must be offensive-type Soul Masters or Soul Masters with high combat power.

Ning Fengzhi came to watch the qualifying matches precisely to find a genius, and the young man in front of him was exceptionally talented and had great potential, making him the perfect candidate.

Of course, he had also considered using marriage to bind Tang San, but unfortunately, Tang San's heart was already with someone else.

Now, Ning Fengzhi also wants to use the same method to recruit Chen Xuan. Marriage is more direct and effective than any other approach.

As for the marriage partner, he hasn't decided yet. He doesn't want his precious daughter to become a tool for a political marriage. Of course, if Rongrong and Brother Chen develop a genuine love, he won't stop them.

clap clap clap!

At that moment, a crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the camp, and Xue Qinghe clapped his hands and stood up.

He smiled and spoke with goodwill, saying, "Brother Chen is indeed an outstanding young talent. With such talent, he is bound to achieve great things in the future and is a rising star of our Heavenly Dou Empire."

"No, no, it's all thanks to the Empire for providing me with such a good cultivation environment," Chen Xuan said politely.

Ning Fengzhi, with his gentle demeanor and warm smile, said, "Brother Chen, there's no need to be modest. You must have put in a lot of effort to achieve what you have today."

Their attitudes undoubtedly acknowledged Chen Xuan's undeniable fact that he possessed a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring.

Flander, possessing level 76 soul power, saw through the scheme from the very beginning. His unforeseen prediction came true, proving Chen Xuan's words to be true.

Now, even though he wants to help the master save face, he is powerless to do so.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang remained silent, his expression extremely stiff, and his eyes flickered with unease.

He used to hold his head high, arrogant and proud, but now he lowered his head, his eyelids drooping, as if afraid of other people's gaze.

As a scholar and theoretical master, Yu Xiaogang was slapped in the face and felt extremely ashamed. What no one knew was that under his bowed head was a face flushed with shame.

Fortunately, almost no one was paying attention to the master; instead, they were drawn to Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe.

Only Tang San and Flander noticed Yu Xiaogang's flushed face; this dignified master had actually lowered his proud head.

If Liu Erlong were here, seeing the man she deeply loves being targeted like this, she would immediately stand up for Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.

"Brother Chen, you absorbed the soul ring across the limit of over eight thousand years. Do you have any unique techniques or methods?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a gentle smile and sincerity.

This is also what Xue Qinghe wanted to ask: what exactly is the extraordinary quality of this Brother Chen?

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu's gazes involuntarily fell on Chen Xuan. This guy had more and more secrets, making them want to uncover them.

Upon hearing this, even Tang San perked up his ears, as this was something he didn't understand.

The main reason he was able to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring beyond his level was that he absorbed three immortal herbs, tempered his body with the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye, and mastered the Xuan Tian Palace and Tang Sect mental techniques. None of these could be missing; otherwise, he would have faced a near-death experience.

"I'm not quite sure either. I just remember eating a herb and my soul power suddenly surged." Chen Xuan lied without batting an eye.

He had already prepared his explanation, and he could attribute his rapid increase in soul power to this.

"Could it be a magical herb?" Tang San blurted out instinctively, overwhelmed by the amount of information.

The Shrek Academy members were also taken aback. They had all consumed the Immortal Herb and knew its terrifying power. Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire and Ning Rongrong's martial soul evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda were all benefits given by the Immortal Herb.

Xue Qinghe looked puzzled. Although he came from the Spirit Hall and had seen almost all treasures, he had never heard of immortal herbs.

Chen Xuan seized the opportunity, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What is a magic herb?"

Tang San's expression turned serious as he explained, "Immortal herbs are spiritual plants that are nurtured by the energy of heaven and earth. Their cultivation conditions are extremely demanding, making them very rare. As far as I know, each one is no less rare than a 100,000-year soul ring."

"The most direct effects of consuming the immortal herb are a surge in soul power, a cleansing of the body, and the elimination of impurities from the martial soul. Some people can even evolve their martial soul."

After hearing Tang San's explanation, even figures like Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi were shocked. Such a rare item, if distributed to every disciple of a sect, would be terrifying.

Unfortunately, he also understood that rare items are inherently rare and cannot be forced.

"I see. No wonder my soul power increased by three levels all at once, and I always feel that I achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating, and I am much happier than before," Chen Xuan said in a very professional manner.

Tang San explained with great seriousness, "After a Soul Master absorbs an immortal herb, they cannot completely refine it. The medicinal properties are helpful for cultivation, and it is not until they reach level fifty that they are fully digested."

He paused, then added, "I saw this in an ancient book."

Tang San was cautious, lest Chen Xuan betray him and ruin this opportunity.

Chen Xuan was speechless. Was he that kind of person?

"It's getting late, Dean Flander, so we'll take our leave now." Ning Fengzhi turned and headed back home.

Flander saw the two out of the tent and respectfully said, "Sect Leader Ning, Shrek Academy welcomes you to visit anytime."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, then turned to Chen Xuan and said, "Young Brother Chen, you are welcome to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School when you have time. Rongrong can show you the way."

"Yes, Sect Leader Ning." Chen Xuan was surprised that an olive branch had been extended to him so soon.

Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze back to Flander and said, "Dean Flander, after the advancement matches, would it be alright if I sent the sect's disciples over?"

"You're welcome anytime," Flander said with a smile.

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Dean Flander, I have another request. The sect disciples' theoretical classes are taught by masters, but as for practical combat and other aspects, I hope you and your academy's senior soul masters can personally teach them."

After what just happened, he was no longer very trusting of Yu Xiaogang. He could trust the master's theoretical knowledge, but a Soul Master was only around level 30, and there might be some shortcomings in practical combat and cultivation.

Ning Fengzhi sent his disciple to Shrek Academy hoping to receive the best instruction, and naturally did not want anything to go wrong.

"This..." Flander was in a dilemma. If he did this, how would the master feel? Where would he put his face?

But the other party is an angel investor, so while the request is reasonable, it's a difficult situation to handle.

Clang!

Just then, a crisp sound rang out—the sound of metal striking metal.

Everyone turned their heads, looked in the direction of the sound, and were stunned to witness an unforgettable scene.

There, a lonely figure could be seen running frantically into the distance.

It turned out that Yu Xiaogang had overheard Ning Fengzhi's words. His pride was already wounded, and now he was even more ashamed. In a fit of anger, he ran away from the camp and bumped into several farm tools along the way.

"Xiao Gang!"

"Teacher!" Tang San's heart broke when he saw this, and he immediately chased after him.

Flander was extremely anxious. He glanced at Ning Fengzhi, then at the direction Yu Xiaogang had fled in, and with a heavy heart, he followed him out to chase after the master, fearing that the other party might do something foolish.

He knew his old friend best; he had an extremely strong sense of self-respect. Now, not only had he been humiliated in public and lost all face, but he had also lost the trust of the sect leader. For a proud and wise man, this was undoubtedly a devastating blow, shattering his proud heart.

Ning Fengzhi's face stiffened, somewhat embarrassed. It was bad enough that the sect leader was talking badly about others behind their backs, but to be caught red-handed like that would make anyone tense.

"Teacher, there's no need to blame yourself. In Qinghe's opinion, that old man made unwarranted assumptions about others and made decisions without proper consideration. His heart is filthy. Besides, Qinghe doesn't see anything special about him." Xue Qinghe spoke, his expression serious. This was his most direct impression.

(End of this chapter)