Douluo Continent: Lin Dong transmigrates into Huo Yuhao

Chapter 22: Officially Entering Mingde Hall!

Jing Hongchen glanced at Xuan Ziwen and the other person beside him, coughed lightly, and said in a feigned calm tone:

"We'll talk about it when we get back. You didn't provoke Lin Dong, did you?"

Hearing this, Meng Hongchen pouted and glared at him, but knowing her place in public, she obediently shook her head: "No."

Hearing her answer, Jing Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief, then waved to Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen, "Come with Grandpa for a moment."

After nodding to Xuan Ziwen and the other person and leaving, they arrived at a quiet room. Jing Hongchen cautiously asked:

"You didn't lose your temper with Lin Dong, did you? If you did, go apologize right away. You'll be dealing with him for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Meng Hongchen immediately became displeased, pouting and muttering:

"Is this guy really that nice? He has such a strange temper."

She then tearfully recounted what had happened that morning to Jing Hongchen, who couldn't help but laugh after listening:

"Why are you staring into someone else's room when you have nothing better to do? It seems Grandpa has spoiled you. Anyway, you two should try not to get into any conflicts with him."

Hearing her grandfather, who always doted on her, actually speaking in Lin Dong's favor, but seeing Jing Hongchen's serious expression, she ultimately didn't refute him.

It was just a little girlish mood, and since her grandfather had said so, she wasn't stupid enough to hold a grudge against Lin Dong over it.

Seeing her sister's expression, Xiao Hongchen finally understood why she had spoken so harshly earlier.

So it was someone who influenced me. As long as it wasn't my fault, that's fine. Wait a minute!

While Xiao Hongchen was brainstorming, Jing Hongchen suddenly turned to look at him and said solemnly:

"I'm even more worried about your personality. Try to tone down your arrogant attitude in front of Lin Dong."

He could only nod and reply, "Understood, Grandpa. Don't worry, Meng and I know our limits. But why do you value him so much?"

Jing Hongchen revealed a mysterious smile, as if answering a question, yet also murmuring to himself:

"You'll see later how right Grandpa's decision was today."

Back in his room, Lin Dong resumed his daily practice of lightning tempering. Having broken through to level seventeen a few days ago, it would probably take him some time to reach level eighteen. Right now, apart from his soul tool, he could only rely on body tempering to improve his combat power.

He estimates that in another fifteen days, he will be able to cultivate to the Bronze Thunder Body realm. At that time, his physical strength should be comparable to that of a typical level 40 Soul Master.

Judging from the battle a few days ago, given the level of physical development of the people in this place, even a level 40 Soul Master would be sent flying with a single punch once they get close.

Feeling the soreness in his body, Lin Dong's lips curled into a sinister smile:

"Damn you, you vile woman! I get struck by lightning every day, and you and your son are living the high life, aren't you? Just you wait, I'll come after you!"

Although he had a smile on his lips, the bulging veins on his forehead and his clenched fists clearly revealed the anger and hatred in his heart.

"Terrifying fellow, you seem to be even more ruthless to yourself than that Duchess. The lightning you've been absorbing lately is getting thicker and thicker; can your body handle it?"

Although it was a sigh, it didn't hide the underlying concern in his words. Upon hearing this, Lin Dong simply tugged at the corner of his mouth:

"There's nothing I can do, this is how it's always been, I'm used to it."

Tianmeng knew she could only offer a few words of advice; no one could control this stubborn fellow. She could only sigh and whisper:

"Hey, you should get some rest. I can tell your body is at its limit."

Lin Dong nodded, relaxed, and collapsed onto the bed, soon falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Lin Dong opened the door, he saw Xuan Ziwen standing there. The longing look in her eyes made Lin Dong feel a little uneasy. He cleared his throat and said:

"Teacher Xuan, we agreed yesterday that it could only be once a week. If you do this, the dean and the director will have objections."

Upon hearing this, the fervor in Xuan Ziwen's eyes subsided slightly, and he sighed, "Alright, I understand. Come with me first."

He then grabbed Lin Dong's wrist and dragged him out of the apartment.

After the two left, a small, silvery-white head peeked out from the next room, its face full of mockery and its eyes strangely watching the two departing figures.

Xuan Ziwen led Lin Dong all the way to Mingde Hall, handed him a white card, and, seeing Lin Dong's puzzled expression, patiently explained:

"Have you forgotten why you wanted to see the Dean? He had your ID card made overnight. Although it has high-level permissions, I still suggest you study basic soul tools first. After all, a person's energy is limited."

Lin Dong looked at the white identity card, his eyes gleaming. He hadn't expected Jing Hongchen to be so efficient; he had thought Xuan Ziwen had come to ask him for private tutoring.

Before he could reply, Xuan Ziwen pulled him into Mingde Hall. After repeating the operation from that day, the two arrived at the corridor where many experimental tables were placed.

Standing in front of an experimental table, Xuan Ziwen took out a Level 2 Soul Master badge and handed it to Lin Dong along with the white card.

Then, after fiddling around on the lab table for a few minutes, he looked up and explained to Lin Dong:

"Keep this card safe. You'll need it to enter this place and to use this lab table numbered 0821."

Lin Dong looked at the experiment manual that Xuan Ziwen handed him, and the rows and rows of densely packed buttons under the experiment table, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

A playful glint flashed in Xuan Ziwen's eyes as he took back the handbook and chuckled:

"Just kidding. I promised you I wouldn't let you read books. But I still need to study the formation. Let's get straight to the point."

Without further ado, he quickly began to explain to Lin Dong.

After about ten minutes, Lin Dong finally understood how to use the experimental table, thanks to Xuan Ziwen's somewhat hasty explanation.

Before he could speak, Xuan Ziwen asked impatiently:

"Any other questions? If not, I'll be going now."

Seeing his anxious expression, Lin Dong was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask. Instead, he chuckled and replied:

"It's alright, teacher. I'll look into it myself. You can go ahead and do your work."

Hearing this, Xuan Ziwen nodded and hurriedly walked towards the passage. Seeing his anxious and flustered appearance, Lin Dong's doubts deepened.

"The dean and the director really know how to order people around. I still have research to do, and you're all very busy. You sent me here alone to receive Lin Dong while you research formations in the lab. I won't fall too far behind you!"

Hearing Xuan Ziwen's complaints as he walked, Lin Dong suddenly realized what was going on and shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

It turns out that Xuan Ziwen was in such a hurry today because he was anxious to go back and study the formation. He thought something had happened.

Lin Dong looked at the somewhat unfamiliar lab table, let out a soft breath, and began to study it…

(End of this chapter)