Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

Lu Mingfei nodded with satisfaction.

He carefully concealed the knife, walked out of the private room, and left the Dragon City Auction House.

It was already dark outside, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets. Lu Mingfei walked back to the hotel, pondering his next plan.

Although Xue Di said it was just the basics, the "basic" techniques mentioned by a 700,000-year-old ferocious beast must be better than the advanced sword techniques of human soul masters, right?

However, relying solely on the basic moves taught by Xue Di feels like something is still missing.

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of Tang Ya.

Tang Ya is the leader of the Tang Clan. Although the Tang Clan has declined, it is still a force to be reckoned with.

The Tang Clan excels at hidden weapons and close combat, and they must also have a lineage of swordsmanship and knife skills. Moreover, before he went to the far north, Tang Ya complained that he had disappeared after joining the Tang Clan.

This is a good opportunity to reconnect and strengthen our relationships.

While we're at it, let's see if we can get some sword techniques manuals or something from the Tang Clan.

The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the better he felt this idea was.

He returned to the hotel, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the sea of ​​his mind.

In the Sea of ​​Spirit, Hyotei sat cross-legged on the ground, with a row of snacks bought from Dragon City in front of him.

Roasted meat, candied hawthorn, fried cakes, and candied fruit were neatly arranged. She picked up a piece of roasted meat, took a bite, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

Xue Di sat next to her, holding a frozen pear in her hands, eating it slowly and deliberately.

Lu Mingze, holding his glass of red wine, leaned against the edge of his mental sea, looking on with amusement.

Lu Mingfei found a place to sit in the Sea of ​​Spirit, and watching Hyotei wolf down her food, he couldn't help but say, "Sister Bing, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Hyotei glanced up at him, his mouth still full of half a piece of grilled meat, and mumbled, "None of your business."

Lu Mingfei shut up.

He turned to Xue Di and said, "Sister Xue Di, after we return to Shrek Academy, besides the basic sword techniques you taught me, I'd also like to visit the Tang Sect. They should have some sword technique manuals; maybe I can learn something there."

Xue Di took a bite of the frozen pear and said calmly, "Okay."

Hyotei swallowed the grilled meat in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and said, "Tang Sect? You mean that sect you mentioned that has declined?"

"right."

"What good stuff could there be?" Hyotei scoffed.

"I'd rather teach you. My Hyotei Sting combined with your sword is much better than any sword technique in close combat. Just slash twice and take the opponent down."

"Sister Bing, it's always good to have more skills," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

Hyotei snorted again, then stopped talking and continued eating her grilled meat.

Lu Mingfei withdrew from the Sea of ​​Spirit, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling.

So who really is the master here?! I'll definitely teach you a lesson when I grow up!

Meanwhile, in Shrek City.

In an old shop selling chicken legs and liquor, Master Xuan was sitting in front of the counter, with a large plate of freshly fried chicken legs and a pot of aged liquor in front of him.

He picked up a chicken leg, took a big bite, and golden fat dripped down his chin. He then picked up his wine glass, took a swig, and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Boss, pack up the rest." Elder Xuan casually tossed the storage soul tool onto the counter.

The shop owner was an old man in his fifties with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very shrewd.

He picked up the storage soul tool and checked the balance inside.

Then his expression changed.

"Elder Xuan," the shopkeeper's voice turned serious, "you've been a regular customer for a while now, why are you starting to lie to me?"

Old Master Xuan, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, paused for a moment upon hearing this: "What scam?"

"There isn't a single copper soul coin in your storage soul tool."

Old Xuan nearly dropped the chicken leg from his mouth: "Impossible!"

He snatched the storage soul tool and probed it with his mental energy.

It was completely empty inside.

He had saved up money for a long time, and it was all gone.

"This...this...—" Sweat beaded on Elder Xuan's forehead. "Wait a minute, I clearly remember there were over 30,000 gold soul coins inside!"

The shop owner held down his hand, which was about to pack up the chicken legs, his expression a half-smile: "Old Xuan, we're old acquaintances. If you want chicken legs, I can give you a few for free. But you ordered a whole table full of food and drank three jugs of wine, so this bill has to be settled."

Elder Xuan's face turned bright red.

He was a senior elder of Shrek Academy, a level 98 Title Douluo. When had he ever been detained for a meal?

But the problem is, he really has no money left.

Just then, a figure passed by the shop entrance.

Elder Xuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up and shouted, "Shao Zhe!"

Yan Shaozhe stopped and turned to look into the shop. He saw Elder Xuan beckoning to him. He walked in, but before he could ask what was wrong, Elder Xuan grabbed his arm.

"Shao Zhe, lend me some money."

Yan Shaozhe was stunned: "Elder Xuan, you—"

"Don't ask so many questions, just lend it to me!"

Yan Shaozhe shook his head helplessly and handed his storage soul tool to the shopkeeper: "How much?"

The shop owner gave Yan Shaozhe a number, and Yan Shaozhe nodded: "Deduct it."

The shop owner took the storage soul guide and checked it.

Then his expression changed again.

"Sir," the shopkeeper's voice deepened, "there's no money in your storage device."

Yan Shaozhe's expression froze.

He retrieved the storage soul tool and checked it himself.

empty.

He lost all his money.

Elder Xuan and Yan Shaozhe exchanged a glance. The two titled Douluo-level powerhouses were speechless, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The shopkeeper looked at the two of them, his smile completely gone: "Gentlemen, although I know you are important figures from Shrek Academy, this is a small business, and I don't offer credit."

Old Xuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he met the shopkeeper's shrewd eyes, he swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Yan Shaozhe sighed: "We'll have someone send the money over."

"That would be perfect." The shop owner sat down again, blocking the doorway.

Master Xuan and Yan Shaozhe sat in the shop, with a cold chicken leg and a half-finished drink in front of them.

Two titled Douluo were held at the restaurant for a meal; if word got out, people would laugh their heads off.

But they couldn't force them to leave.

Although with their strength, no one in the entire city could stop them, let alone a shop owner, the reputation of Shrek Academy is what it is. If word got out that "Shrek elders dined and dashed," Elder Mu would probably hang them up and beat them.

Old Xuan bit into the cold chicken leg, his eyes filled with a sinister light.

Yan Shaozhe leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table.

Both of them were thinking about the same thing.

Which despicable thief dared to steal money from a Title Douluo?

Don't let them catch you.

If we catch that kid, we'll skin him alive.