Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

In the distance, the auras of those high-level soul masters were getting closer and closer, and the one at the front had already stepped into the entrance of the corridor.

"Damn bastard."

A hint of killing intent flashed in Xuanzi's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his anger back into his chest.

With a flash, he disappeared into the sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, his spiritual power dissipated, like the receding tide, silently retreating.

At the end of the corridor, Jing Hongchen appeared at the corner, followed by more than a dozen high-level soul masters from Mingde Hall, each with a soul ring flashing on their body, the lowest being a nine-ring titled Douluo.

When they arrived, they were met with a sea of ​​blood stretching as far as the eye could see.

Red blood filled the entire corridor, soaking the walls, ceiling, and floor.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the stench of gravel and dust, making one want to vomit.

"Lu Ren!"

Jing Hongchen shouted and charged into the sea of ​​blood without regard for anything else.

His robes were soaked in blood, and his footsteps made a splashing sound as he walked through the blood.

Soul power forms a protective shield around the body, isolating the blood from the outside.

The next moment, the sea of ​​blood began to recede, like the tide going out. The surging waves gradually subsided, and the red liquid flowed down the walls and the ground, revealing the broken stone slabs and the devastated walls below.

The blood converged into thin streams, flowing in the same direction.

At the end of the corridor, in a dark corner.

Jing Hongchen walked over quickly.

In the corner, Lu Ren was curled up on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his lips purple, and his body ice cold.

His school uniform was soaked in blood, clinging to his body and outlining his gaunt figure.

His chest barely rose and fell, and his breathing was so faint as to be barely perceptible.

Jing Hongchen squatted down and reached out to touch the side of his neck.

The pulse was still there, but it was so slow it felt like it might stop at any moment.

My skin felt icy cold, like touching a stone submerged in a river in the dead of winter.

In his perception, Lu Ren's body showed almost no signs of life; his soul power was depleted, his mental energy was scattered, and his body temperature was so low that he didn't seem like a living person.

Are you still alive?

Jing Hongchen's voice trembled slightly.

"No, you can't die, you absolutely can't die!"

"We've finally seen a glimmer of hope, you can't die like this!"

Jing Hongchen recklessly prepared to pour his soul power into Lu Ren's body, and at the same time, he suddenly turned around and roared at the people behind him:

"Call a doctor quickly! Go now!"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand grabbed his wrist.

The force was very light, like a spider's web in the wind, yet it made Jing Hongchen shudder.

He looked down and saw Lu Ren's eyelids trembling slightly as he slowly opened them a crack.

Why are you shouting so loudly...?

His voice was hoarse, but Lu Ren's body temperature seemed to be gradually returning.

"I'm not dead."

Jing Hongchen was stunned for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.

Laughter echoed through the empty corridor, causing pebbles on the walls to fall in a rustling sound.

"Good! Good! It's good that you're not dead!"

He grasped Lu Ren's wrist with his other hand and channeled a surge of rich soul power into the other's body. The warm energy flowed along the meridians, like the warm spring sun melting the frozen surface of a river.

Lu Ren's complexion improved slightly; his lips changed from bluish-purple to pale, and his breathing gradually became steady.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly.

Jing Hongchen stood up and turned to look at the Soul Masters behind him.

Those people were still standing in the corridor where the blood had not yet dried, their soul rings flashing, their eyes fixed on the boy in the corner, shocked and curious.

"Disperse, everyone." Jing Hongchen waved his hand. "Strengthen security. Put the entire academy on Level One alert."

"Also, notify your superiors that an intruder at the Title Douluo level has infiltrated Mingdu, and warn them to be on high alert."

"Yes!" Several Soul Masters accepted the order and left, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance in the corridor.

The remaining people stood still, without moving.

Jing Hongchen glanced at them, her tone turning cold:

"What are you still standing there for? Go do what you're supposed to be doing."

Those people then seemed to wake up from their daze and turned to leave.

The corridor returned to silence, leaving only Jing Hongchen and Lu Ren.

Lu Ren leaned against the wall, his face still pale, but much better than before.

The positive energy of the reversal technique circulates within the body, repairing damaged meridians inch by inch, re-healing broken capillaries, and slowly dissipating blood stasis under the skin.

Jing Hongchen squatted down to look him in the eye.

"Who did this?"

"The Gluttonous Douluo, Xuanzi." Lu Ren didn't open his eyes. "A person from Shrek Academy."

Jing Hongchen's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and the wrinkles on his forehead resembled deep, etched furrows.

"What's he doing here?"

"Win me over." Lu Ren opened his eyes, his gaze calmly fixed on the broken ceiling above him.

Fragments of the soul-guiding lamp were embedded in the crack, reflecting a dim yellow light.

"And the terms offered were very generous."

Jing Hongchen's pupils contracted slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of tension flashed in his eyes.

"You agreed?"

"If I had agreed, things wouldn't be like this now."

Lu Ren's voice was indifferent, with a hint of nonchalance.

He raised his hand and touched his chest. His ribs were intact, his internal organs were unharmed, and his internal injuries had mostly healed.

The efficiency of the reversal technique was even higher than he had expected. The meridians that had been injured by Xuanzi's pressure were now repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I refused.

The corridor was quiet for a moment.

Jing Hongchen looked at him with a complicated expression.

The young man said "I refused" in the most indifferent tone, as if refusing the offer of a level 98 Super Douluo was no different from refusing a dinner he didn't want to eat.

The conditions offered by Shrek Academy must be extremely generous, no matter how much effort is put into them.

It is enough to move anyone's heart, enough to make anyone bow down.

But he said no.

"So he just left like that?"

Jing Hongchen's voice carried a hint of doubt, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

"He doesn't want to leave." Lu Ren lowered his hand and looked at Jing Hongchen. "But your alarm went off, your men arrived, and he doesn't dare to cause trouble on Mingdetang's territory."

His tone was confident, as if he were stating a fact that had been repeatedly verified.

In the original story, the Body Sect launched a full-scale invasion of Mingde Hall, but ultimately paid a price. Du Busi led his remaining troops to retreat, while Huo Yuhao gained the benefits.

The academy's defense system is so strong that it can defeat any powerful figure from any force, let alone a mere Xuanzi.

Xuanzi couldn't even defeat the poison that wouldn't kill him. He could sneak in silently, but he couldn't confront it head-on.

Once the alarm went off, if he didn't run, he wouldn't be able to escape.

Jing Hongchen remained silent for a long time.

Only the sound of the night wind passing through the broken windows remained in the corridor, whimpering and sobbing like some ancient lament.

"From now on, you'll have to stay at the academy," he said in a low voice. "If he's still watching you from the shadows, we can't protect you."