Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

The two women rushed towards Ling Bai, whose eyes were full of smiles. He opened his arms, ready to give her a warm hug after a long separation.

"Damn it, why don't you die in Jialing City?!"

Suddenly, Wu Feng lowered his head and used his legs to launch a rocket, striking Ling Bai directly in the chest.

"boom--"

The dull, loud impact made Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan's eyes twitch. They wondered if Ling Bai had a grudge against this girl, as he had just delivered a headbutt.

Ling Bai glanced at Wu Feng, who was clinging to his chest and constantly burrowing into his chest, then met Ning Tian's gaze. Looking into Ning Tian's azure eyes, which were struggling to suppress his excitement, Ling Bai smiled and said:

"I came to see you all because I was worried that you were being bullied, but it seems that you have suddenly become goddesses of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy."

"Of course! The people chasing us could stretch from Mingdu all the way to the Mingdou Mountains!"

Wu Feng flicked her bright red ponytail, the flying red strands brushing against Ling Bai's face, and the spot where she had just been lying was now slightly damp.

"I'm pursuing Xiaotian, not you."

Ling Bai corrected him, and before Wu Feng could act, he hurriedly said, "There are too many people and too many eyes in the testing ground, let's go outside to talk."

"it is good."

"Gentlemen, we'll take our leave now."

After bidding farewell to Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan, Ling Bai and Ning Tianwu Feng turned and left, taking with them countless envious and jealous glances. Ji Juechen stared at Ling Bai's back with reluctance, which made Jing Ziyan's expression gradually become strange.

The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy was extremely large, so the three of them found a secluded path.

The two women walked on either side of Ling Bai. Wu Feng, her big eyes bulging, complained, "I finally had some time alone with Ning Tian, ​​and you ruined it all. You're truly a scourge that lives on for a thousand years; you might as well have died in Jialing City!"

That look of overflowing resentment is enough to feed ten evil spirit masters.

"Don't listen to Xiaofeng." Ning Tian winked mischievously, exposing Wu Feng's true colors. "I heard you went missing, and she's secretly wiping away tears under the covers."

"Really? Is this really that touching?"

Ling Bai turned Wu Feng around, seemingly determined to get to the bottom of things.

"I...I...it's reasonable for me to cry a little bit, right?" Wu Feng said stubbornly, his face flushed red. "After all...we...we grew up together."

"Is it ∽?"

Ling Bai deliberately prolonged the tone, and Wu Feng instantly turned red and began to emit steam.

"After she finished crying, she ran out to burn paper money for you," Ning Tian added.

"Aaaaaah! Ning Tian, ​​stop talking!"

Wu Feng felt as if her loincloth had been pulled off, and the chilling, shameful feeling of being naked made her wish she could dig a hole and crawl into it.

Her feelings for Ling Bai were somewhat complicated. When they were far apart, she couldn't help but miss him, but when they were close, she felt inexplicably irritated by seeing Ling Bai and Ning Tian being intimate, so she could only awkwardly insert herself between the two.

To avoid Wu Feng becoming enraged and launching a personal attack, Ling Bai chose to change the subject, saying:

"Does this mean you've been accepted into Mingde Hall after this battle?"

"Yes, and Xiao Feng and I are both Shrek Academy exchange students, enjoying the same treatment as the Mingde Hall disciples."

Mentioning Mingde Hall, Ning Tian's pretty face couldn't help but show a hint of longing, for it was the holy land that all Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent dreamed of.

"All of them? Wu Feng, you've learned about soul tools?"

Wu Feng declared proudly, "I have a talent for soul tools!"

"Don't underestimate Xiao Feng, she's particularly skilled at forging rare metals."

"Yeah, that brat has a lot of guts."

Ling Bai hit the nail on the head, while simultaneously rubbing his slightly aching chest.

"I'll destroy you!!!"

Wu Feng was furious, but Ling Bai had anticipated this and stopped the bull's charge.

Ling Bai, supporting himself with one hand on Wu Feng, asked Ning Tian, ​​"I heard from Aunt Yu that you've gotten involved with a smuggling ring run by Mingde Hall?"

Ning Tian said casually, "I spent some money to smooth things over. The head of the undercover operation expressed his willingness to cooperate through an intermediary and agreed to meet with my aunt at Linglong Pavilion to discuss the details in person."

"Money can make the devil turn the millstone..." Ling Bai sighed.

"Absolutely!" Wu Feng abandoned his attack on Ling Bai, puffed out his chest, and said with pride:

"For any soul tool that Ning Tian takes a liking to, she has commissioned a custom-made copy without a self-destruct mechanism at five times the price to disassemble. By the time the exchange program ends, the level of soul tools in our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is guaranteed to have undergone a qualitative leap!"

"..."

Ling Bai was speechless. Good heavens, isn't this just a wealthy version of Huo Yuhao?

Having set their sights on a certain Sun and Moon Soul Tool, Huo Yuhao used his mental power to imprint it and then hid in his dormitory to draw blueprints, while Ning Tian simply waved his hand and bought the finished product to study. The two had different methods, but they were similar in their approach.

The three chatted for a while. Ning Tian and Wu Feng were going to Mingde Hall in the afternoon to learn about soul tools from their teacher. Ling Bai was an outsider, so he was naturally not allowed to enter such a top-secret place. After having lunch in the academy's cafeteria, the three parted ways.

Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan suddenly jumped out of the roadside bushes. Ji Juechen was holding a newly bought level six soul guide sword, indicating that he had gained some understanding of sword intent and hoped to fight Ling Bai again.

Jing Ziyan: Me too!

After a brutal beating, Jing Ziyan collapsed to the ground with round eyes. Ji Juechen looked at the shattered Soul Guidance Sword and pondered life. After thinking it over, he sincerely invited Ling Bai to stay at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy for a while so that they could learn from each other and improve together.

Ling Bai agreed. Under the guise of a Shrek Academy student, regardless of whether he was an exchange student or not, and considering the safety of Hongchen and her brother as well as Meng Hongchen's feelings, Jing Hongchen couldn't do anything about him. In fact, she had to protect him as much as possible within the academy's grounds.

Moreover, the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy harbors four Level 9 Soul Masters, which makes the big fish that the small fish attracts hesitant to act rashly.

After confirming that the big fish wouldn't capsize the boat, it was time to haul in the net.

……

Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Dean of Students' Office.

The pile of documents on Lin Jiayi's desk was so high it could bury him. Most of them were about Shrek Academy exchange students. The Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy had to maintain a balance at all times, ensuring that they were neither harmed nor allowed to learn core knowledge.

Not long ago, Teacher Xu at the registration office reported to Jing Hongchen that Shrek Ling Bai had entered the academy. Jing Hongchen's meaning was very clear: pretend not to know for the time being, and as long as he doesn't go to Mingde Hall, he can do whatever he wants.

"Bang—"

The door was violently pushed open, and the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed through the office. A tall figure approached Lin Jiayi, tossed down a sheet covered in handwriting, and said matter-of-factly:

"This is the soul tool I wanted. You approved it."

Lin Jiayi was about to lash out, but after seeing who it was, he sighed, picked up the form and glanced at it. His pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

With the level eight soundproof soul guide activated, Lin Jiayi suppressed his anger and said:

"Lin Jiaran, don't go too far!"

The items on it are all soul tools made by the soul masters of Mingde Hall, and there are twelve level eight ones!

"Greed knows no bounds. You're secretly smuggling Mingdetang's soul-guided devices. Have you forgotten what happened to Xu Cong, the former chief researcher of Mingdetang?"

Lin Jiaran had a beautiful face, wore a well-fitting black teacher's uniform, and silver-rimmed glasses, exuding the intellectual air of a highly educated person. She said calmly:

"You are Jing Hongchen's most trusted subordinate, so you can't just approve this kind of thing casually."

Xu Cong had his eye on the level-nine soul tool, so his being kicked out was entirely his own fault.

Don't worry, I disguised myself when I met the buyers. No one, including the middleman, has ever seen my real face.

"well……"

Lin Jiayi sighed heavily, but still signed the contract, saying resentfully:

"You're not even forty years old yet, and you're already the second-in-command researcher at Mingde Hall and a peak level eight Soul Master, second only to the four level nine Soul Masters and Chief Xuan Ziwen in the academy... You have a bright future ahead of you, why risk smuggling!"

"Brother, you should know," Lin Jiaran sneered, "The Mingde Hall is blind. They rejected my proposal for the Crimson Dawn, but instead approved the humanoid soul tool!"

If we want to mass-produce humanoid soul tools with a certain combat capability, it would require at least twenty years of joint research by several level nine soul masters. That's something that Douluo Continent should research after the war and when it enters a period of peace!

The Sun and Moon Empire's primary task is to ensure victory in the continental war, and Crimson Dawn is the only viable option!

Lin Jiayi shook his head: "The cost of Crimson Dawn is no less than that of a humanoid soul tool; the academy cannot afford to undertake two super projects..."

"So I'll raise the money myself!" Lin Jiaran said decisively.

"A big client just happened to contact me, and his generosity was unprecedented."

With their support, my dream will surely come true. I will use facts to show those old fogies at Mingdetang that I am the one who is right...

Okay, I have to teach my students this afternoon, so I won't disturb your work any longer.

Lin Jiaran grabbed the order form, walked out of the office in her high heels, and waited for a long time in front of Mingde Hall.

"Teacher Lin."

Ning Tian took the initiative to greet her; Lin Jia Ran was a teacher assigned to her by the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

"Xiao Tian." Lin Jia Ran smiled slightly, then said to Wu Feng, "It seems I'll have one more student."

"Teacher Lin."

Wu Feng bowed. Lin Jia Ran was known as the mobile arsenal of Mingde Hall. She was skilled in making various high-powered soul tools. Her famous work was the level eight fixed-position soul tool cannon mental storm, which was specifically designed to attack the most vulnerable mental sea of ​​soul masters.

Even someone as audacious as Wu Feng wouldn't dare provoke this woman.

Mingde Hall is located in the core area of ​​the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. On the surface, it seems to be just an inconspicuous building. However, when Lin Jiaran and the two girls actually entered it, they found that Mingde Hall was much larger than they had imagined.

The vast hall stretched as far as the eye could see, with countless lab tables neatly arranged, and behind most of them, people were busy at work.

"Xiao Tian, ​​although you are an exchange student at Shrek Academy and are exposed to Shrek Academy's relatively outdated soul tool theory, I still have the same high standards for you as for other students," Lin Jia Ran said.

"Since you have chosen a path that focuses on remote soul tools and uses fixed soul tools as a secondary tool, then stay true to your original aspirations and persevere. From today onwards, this experimental table numbered 1888 belongs to you, and Xiao Feng will be your work assistant, specializing in the purification and smelting of mixed rare metals."

You two study hard, and I'll come here every three days to answer your questions.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin."

High-level Soul Masters are generally eccentric, spending their days immersed in the ocean of knowledge about Soul Tools, and may not even teach once a week. Lin Jia Ran is the most responsible of all the teachers, and Ning Tian and Wu Feng are very grateful to her.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A sudden roar echoed within the Mingdetang experimental base, and the terrifying explosive force unleashed a devastating shockwave.

The explosion came without warning. The Soul Masters at the epicenter of the explosion had no time to react, and dozens of Mingde Hall Soul Masters were vaporized by the high temperature at the beginning of the explosion.

The heavy lab table was torn apart by the explosion, metal fragments flew everywhere, and screams mixed with the smell of blood gushed outwards like a geyser.

"Buzz—"

Fortunately, the three were far from the explosion and were not subjected to a huge impact. Ning Tian's soul guide shield was triggered, protecting himself and Wu Feng in the aftershocks of the explosion.

This is an eighth-level soul guide shield specially made for her by Xian Lin'er, the dean of the Soul Guidance Department, before her departure. It is thoughtfully equipped with two practical core magic arrays: charging and triggering.

As a peak level eight Soul Master, Lin Jiaran also had her own defensive measures, and all three of them were safe and sound.

The terrifying explosion caused the ground to shake violently. More than a third of the soul tool masters in the huge underground soul tool manufacturing base were affected, but those who actually died were basically the first few dozen.

Every Mingde Hall Soul Master had a Soul Guidance Shield to some extent to help them reduce the destructive power of the explosion. Many were seriously injured, but the number of deaths was kept within a certain range.

As the explosion subsided, figures emerged from the ground, dressed in black with black masks covering their faces. They moved with extreme speed, immediately launching an indiscriminate attack on their surroundings.

None of the men in black were below the level of a seventh-ring Soul Saint; as soon as they appeared, they each unleashed their seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body.

The closest to the three was a burly Soul Saint. After releasing his Martial Soul True Form, his right arm grew ten times larger, and he casually slapped a Level 5 Soul Master who was firing a Soul Guidance Cannonball to death.

"Original Sect!?"

Lin Jiaran narrowed her eyes. The Body Sect was simply burying their heads in the sand. They were a bunch of deformed people. Who couldn't see their true identities?

Mingde Hall and Bentai Sect have always kept to themselves, so what's gotten into Bentai Sect today that they dared to attack Mingde Hall!

After killing the fifth-level Soul Master, the Soul Saint of the Body Sect turned his head and stared at the three women. He pounced on them fiercely. Lin Jiaran left behind a warning to the two of them to be careful, and then bravely went to meet them, carrying an exaggeratedly designed Soul Guidance Cannon in one hand.

Everywhere, powerful figures were clashing. Ning Tian and Wu Feng dared not take advantage of the chaos to escape. They immediately jumped under the experimental table in front of them, curling up to raise an eighth-level soul-guiding shield. At the same time, Ning Tian lowered his voice and said to his storage soul-guiding device:

"I might need your help with the golden tortoiseshell."

"Turtle is really steady!"

The confident sound of a golden tortoise shell slapping against a turtle shell came from the storage soul tool.

Upon hearing of the attack on Mingde Hall, countless Soul Masters flocked to the area, and from the darkness, the pitch-black gate to the dead slowly opened...

(End of this chapter)