Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 200 The Five-Year Agreement, Each Person's Plans

Tang San and Xiao Wu were taken away by Tang Hao, and Bibi Dong did not make things difficult for Han Feng and the others, generously letting them go.

There was no way to be lenient. If they really took their anger out on Han Feng and the others, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Star Luo Empire would certainly not sit idly by. The Spirit Hall was not ready to turn against them yet—especially since Han Feng's existence made Bibi Dong wary. This could be seen from the attitudes of She Long and Ci Xue. After Tang San and Xiao Wu left, the two of them had no intention of making things difficult for Han Feng and the others!

Bibi Dong had no doubt that if she were to attack Han Feng now, the two of them would absolutely protect him without hesitation!

If it were just She Long and Ci Xue, it would be fine; Bibi Dong could easily suppress them. But this is Wu Hun City, the place where many elders of the Elder Hall reside. Who knows if this will cause conflict between the Pope and the elders!

Most importantly, Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God Trial has reached a critical moment, and Bibi Dong does not want any complications at this juncture!

In the evening, although Xiao Wu and Tang San were absent, Flander still took the initiative to host a banquet, which was unusual for him. On the one hand, it was to celebrate Han Feng and the others' victory, since they had won the championship of the All-Continent Soul Master Competition, and on the other hand, it was a farewell banquet.

The Soul Master Competition has ended, and Shrek Academy has won the championship. This also means that Han Feng and his friends have officially graduated and will soon go their separate ways. Flander and the others are naturally reluctant to part ways!

Everything was fine at first, but later, perhaps because he was drunk, Zhao Wuji, such a tough and upright man, suddenly burst into tears, expressing his deep affection for his children. Although Zhao Wuji did not formally take on disciples like the master or Flander, and treat them as his personal disciples, his feelings for Han Feng and the others were extremely profound!

Watching the towering Zhao Wuji cry like a little wife, the scene was comical, but no one laughed at him. Even Han Feng was somewhat moved and, instead of teasing Zhao Wuji, offered him kind words of comfort.

Of course, drinking was out of the question. Having learned his lesson last time, Han Feng had a clear understanding of his own alcohol tolerance. If he were to drink with Zhao Wuji, let alone try to comfort him, he would start talking nonsense after just a couple of bottles!

"Sigh! I wonder how Third Brother and Xiao Wu are doing now!" Ma Hongjun rarely put down the big chicken leg in his hand and said with great concern.

"What are you worrying about?! With Haotian Douluo protecting them, Xiao San and Xiao Wu are definitely safe now!" Flander slapped Ma Hongjun and scolded him irritably.

Ma Hongjun snorted in grievance, not daring to talk back.

"By the way! Boss Dai, after graduation you'll be going to the Star Luo Empire to inherit the throne, right? When we meet again, shouldn't we call you Your Majesty the Emperor?!" Oscar glanced at Ma Hongjun with a gloating look, then looked at Dai Mubai with a grin.

Dai Mubai saw through his little scheme at a glance, rolled his eyes, and said, "You can rest now! If you win this Soul Master Competition, you can easily ask the Emperor of Tiandu for a count's title if you want! Still thinking about Xingluo!?"

"Hehe!" Oscar wasn't embarrassed at all when he was exposed. He just smiled shamelessly and pretended not to hear it.

Dai Mubai naturally wouldn't hold a grudge against Oscar, but simply sighed softly, "Inheriting the throne? It sounds simple, but it's easier said than done! I'm sixteen now, and in two years, I'll face the battle of destiny! Although I have absolute confidence in defeating Davis, the thought of my future offspring also having to face this cruel choice..."

After hearing Dai Mubai's words, everyone fell silent—fratricide.

Zhu Zhuqing gently held Dai Mubai's hand, not wanting him to feel too heavy-hearted.

"Wow! Some people are only teenagers and they're already thinking about having children? Even if you're willing, I remember that Zhu Qing is only thirteen or fourteen years old, right? You're something else! Old Bai!" At this moment, only Han Feng would tease Dai Mubai so unscrupulously.

With Han Feng's interruption, the slightly heavy atmosphere instantly disappeared. Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face turned red. She let go of Dai Mubai's hand, glared at Dai Mubai, and then shyly covered her face with her wine glass.

Dai Mubai, who had been unjustly attacked, smirked and said, "Fengzi! You're a genius! Your perspective on problems is so unique, and your thinking so original—I can't match that!"

Han Feng shrugged and chuckled, "Thanks for the compliment!"

"Am I praising you?!" Dai Mubai couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Look at your pathetic self! It's just an outdated custom!? Once you become emperor, you can just abolish it!" Han Feng said, shaking his head as if he didn't care at all about the struggle for the throne in the Star Luo Empire.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai sighed and said helplessly, "Fengzi, you may not know the situation in the Star Luo Empire. The struggle for the throne was a rule established by the first Star Luo Emperor when he founded the country. Now it has long become an ironclad rule. Countless emperors in Star Luo deeply resent it, but they are helpless to change it. Even titled Douluo are powerless to abolish it. Forcibly abolishing it will probably only lead to division!"

"Tch!" Han Feng scoffed coldly upon hearing this: "A Title Douluo?"

Han Feng finished speaking and stared intently at Dai Mubai with deep eyes.

Under Han Feng's gaze, Dai Mubai suddenly shuddered!

How could he forget that he now possesses divinity, and his best brother is undergoing divine trials, a future true god? What a Title Douluo cannot do seems less difficult for a god, right?

If one day Dai Mubai becomes a god, then his words will be divine pronouncements. Coupled with his status in the Star Luo Empire, what can't he do?!

"Haha!" Dai Mubai suddenly burst into laughter twice, put his arm around Han Feng's shoulder, and said cheerfully, "Fengzi, you're really quick-witted. When I become emperor in the future, I'll make you the crown prince!"

"Hehe! I really thank you!" Han Feng rolled his eyes and replied indifferently.

"Sigh! Boss Dai is going home to inherit the throne, Zhu Qing is probably going to be empress, Rong Rong is going home to inherit the family fortune, and Brother Feng has long been preparing to go out and gain experience. Are Oscar and I the only ones who don't know what to do besides cultivate?! Has the class gap become so obvious?!" Although Ma Hongjun couldn't understand Han Feng and Dai Mubai's cryptic remarks, it didn't stop him from seeing the depth in their words. A sense of melancholy immediately filled his chubby face!

Dai Mubai and Han Feng have already started discussing national affairs, but he still only knows how to eat rice!

Suddenly, the chicken leg in Ma Hongjun's hand didn't smell so good anymore.

"Don't drag me into this! I'm planning to go train too!" Just as Ma Hongjun was feeling fortunate that Oscar was with him, Oscar suddenly gave him a disdainful look and said quietly.

"Huh!?" Ma Hongjun exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Oscar and shouting, "What kind of training is this, you support-type Soul Master!?"

"I'd love to! One day, I'll beat you to a pulp!" Oscar glared and shouted defiantly.

Which man doesn't dream of fighting his way in and out of enemy lines? Oscar is no exception. Although he is a support Soul Master, he also has dreams—who says support Soul Masters have no combat power? As long as he can get the Soul Skill he wants, he can be just as good as a battle Soul Master!

Let's set a small goal first: beat Ma Hongjun down!

"You!" Ma Hongjun's chubby face twitched when he heard Oscar was going to beat him up again. He was about to say something when Flander slapped him and interrupted him.

Flander stared solemnly at Ma Hongjun and said earnestly, "A person who doesn't plan for the future will have trouble in the present. I told you to think things through more often, and now you regret it? Tell me, what do you plan to do after graduation?"

Ma Hongjun's chubby face fell. He usually spent his time either cultivating, eating, or wandering around with Oscar; he never thought about such things. Now, faced with Flander's question, his mind went blank, and Ma Hongjun could only bite the bullet and say, "Um...cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, Flander's old face twitched!

This is as good as saying nothing at all!

Knowing Ma Hongjun's intentions, Flander could only sigh and say helplessly, "You can stay in the academy for now! I'll let you out when you break through to Soul King!"

Ma Hongjun stuck out his tongue and could only nod.

Anyway, he didn't know what to do for the time being, so training with Flander wasn't a bad choice. Of course, after breaking through to Soul King, even if Flander stopped him, he would still go out and explore. After all, even Oscar had gone out to explore. If he, a dignified phoenix, stayed cooped up, wouldn't he be laughed at to death by Oscar?

"But we'll all be going our separate ways soon, and who knows when we'll see each other again!" Oscar said with a touch of melancholy.

"What's so difficult about that!?" Dai Mubai laughed heartily, extending a large hand and shouting, "Five years! Five years later, we'll reunite at Shrek Academy! Fatty, when Xiao San and Xiao Wu return, remember to tell them! Five years later, the name of the Shrek Eight Monsters will shine as brightly as the stars!"

"Sure thing!" Ma Hongjun grinned and readily agreed.

With the promise to reunite, the sadness of parting was naturally lessened considerably.

"Han Feng, aren't you going to study at Yuexuan for a year?" At the same time, Ning Rongrong came to Han Feng's side and asked pitifully.

Han Feng gently pinched Ning Rongrong's delicate nose and chuckled, "Don't listen to Fatty's nonsense. He's just guessing. Since I promised to stay at Yuexuan for a year, I certainly won't go back on my word!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly, suddenly picked up her wine glass, and said mischievously, "Aren't you going to have a drink?"

"Don't try to fool me!" Han Feng's eyelids twitched, and he said righteously, "As a qualified defensive Soul Master, I must always be vigilant. How can I let alcohol take advantage of my weakness!?"

"Hehe!" Ning Rongrong seemed to have anticipated Han Feng's reaction. She giggled and, emboldened by the alcohol, leaned against him. Her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, and he whispered in his ear, "It seems I'll have to drink by myself then. But I'm not a good drinker. If I get drunk, you won't take advantage of me, will you?"

Han Feng felt his whole body stiffen!

Unable to hold his liquor?

Han Feng had witnessed Ning Rongrong's drinking capacity firsthand!

Although Ning Rongrong is no longer as willful as before, her mischievous nature seems to be propelling her in another direction.

"Ooh!" Fortunately, Han Feng was determined. After a moment of distraction, he reached out and flicked Ning Rongrong's fair forehead with his finger, causing Ning Rongrong to let out a soft cry.

"I think it's time to get your head sorted out. You're talking nonsense even before you're drunk?" Han Feng snorted irritably, speaking somewhat awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)