Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 44 Storage Soul Tool, Frost and Snow Ring

The guards at the gate didn't have the healing-type Soul Masters from the City Lord's Mansion rescue them; instead, they were rescued by the academy teachers and taken to the academy when the battle was going well.

The Soul Masters on both sides are still fighting.

The city lord's mansion began to fall into a disadvantageous position.

However, with reinforcements arriving from both sides, the battle ended in a draw.

From outside the school gate, you can see a huge crowd gathered inside.

Various cool soul skills were unleashed in a flurry, and large numbers of yellow and purple soul rings flashed continuously.

When the dean rushed back, he saw this chaotic scene of fighting.

His face twitched uncontrollably as anger surged within him.

A soul power of level 67 flowed through his meridians, making him even more imposing than Lin Tianyang. A Flowing Wind Blade with a deep blue vortex surrounding its surface appeared in his hand.

He immediately roared, "You people from the City Lord's Mansion, how dare you all!"

"How dare you cause trouble at the academy?"

"Dean!"

"The dean is back."

"dad!"

"Old Lin, come quick!"

The academy was particularly pleased; at this critical juncture of stalemate, nothing was more exciting than the return of their leader.

The two sides ceased fighting, and the people from the city lord's mansion quickly made way for them.

The dean walked slowly down the road, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.

Then he snorted coldly, walked to the academy, and turned to stand still.

Lin Tianyang quickly came over and whispered in his father's ear.

They informed him of the more detailed situation and Fang Ling's plan.

A flood of information rushed into his mind, and the dean's brow twitched involuntarily.

Today it's all the City Lord's Mansion's fault. And this genius who won more than ten consecutive life-or-death battles thought of extorting a soul tool?

Since we're in a favorable position and have the moral high ground this time, we should definitely help to trick someone into doing something wrong.

The dean, having identified his target, continued to stare coldly ahead, seemingly waiting for something.

Waiting for the person in charge of the city lord's mansion.

The city lord, who rushed over upon hearing the news, felt a headache coming on when he saw the two sides confronting each other in the academy.

The dean saw the approaching figure, raised an eyebrow, extended the Flowing Wind Blade forward, held it horizontally, and pointed the tip at the city lord.

"Xu Tianming, you sent people to break into the academy, and your second wife even tried to kill my son's disciple. What do you mean by that?"

"Brother Lin, please calm down."

The city lord's mansion was in the wrong, and he was in a very passive position.

The dean, knife slung over his shoulder, pressed on relentlessly: "Why don't you calm down?"

"Come on, tell me, how would you feel if I sent someone to kill your precious son, and even sent people to storm the city lord's mansion and start a war inside?"

"I..." The city lord was speechless.

The dean mocked:

"You can't even manage your own woman? After all these years, you've gotten worse and worse!"

"What, you don't recognize the rules of the Great Soul Arena? If you hadn't agreed, how could your youngest son have even stepped onto the life-or-death battle stage?"

"Now you regret it and want revenge? Or do you feel you're stronger and want to fight me again?"

"It really isn't," the city lord vehemently denied.

"Although I felt a pang of sadness for my son's death, he was beaten to death fair and square in the ring, and he could only blame himself for being less skilled."

"The hatred in a life-or-death battle is confined to the arena; how could I not understand that?"

"Tsk~ Looks like your wife doesn't think that way."

The dean waved his hand: "Bring the person up here so that our city lord, who holds a high position, can have a good look at him."

"Look what his wife has done!"

Two people carried over a stretcher.

Lying on it was a lame child whose body was blackened, whose skin was cracked, and who had lost consciousness. He was being urgently treated by the Soul Master of the Academy's Healing Department.

This person was Fang Ling.

Unexpectedly, the first use of Warrior's Will Lv1 came here.

If he hadn't been able to ignore the effects of pain on his body, he would have been exposed by now.

"Come, take a look." "This is a freshman from our academy, my son's disciple, the genius who killed your son and won more than a dozen consecutive battles in the Great Soul Arena."

The dean appeared extremely aggressive.

"If it weren't for a teacher who happened to be nearby and rescued him, your wife would have killed him!"

The city lord glanced at Fang Ling; his injuries were severe and seemed genuine. He said in a deep voice:

"It is indeed my fault for not disciplining my family properly. Tell me, how do you want to resolve this matter?"

"As long as you return my wife unharmed, everything is negotiable."

One of them quickly came over and whispered a few words to the dean. The dean nodded and said, "She's fine. She didn't resist and surrendered immediately."

Two Soul Sect teachers brought An Yufei over.

She noticed her husband and saw Fang Ling being treated. She became extremely agitated: "Tianming, kill this little bastard quickly to avenge Chi'er!"

"Shut up, you spendthrift woman! You're the one who caused all this trouble today. I'll talk to you about it when we get back!"

The city lord's lips twitched slightly, signaling the dean to continue proposing conditions.

"My grand-disciple is quite poor. I see he has nothing of value. If you give him a high-grade storage soul tool, then this matter can be considered closed today."

What is a high-level storage soul tool?

Could you tone down that gaze a bit?

The market price for smaller ones is generally around 40,000 to 50,000, and this is the type used by the family members of the City Lord's Mansion.

And a more high-end one is like the Frost Ring he's wearing now.

With a capacity of thirty cubic meters, it consumes little soul power to store and release, and is fast, keeping people comfortable even in the hot summer.

It also has its drawbacks; it was expensive, costing a whopping 250,000 gold soul coins to acquire at the Heaven Dou Auction House.

The city lord stroked the ring he had worn for several years, gritting his teeth:

"So you've got your eye on my Frost & Snow Ring. Do you know how much it costs?"

"I don't know." The dean knew it was valuable, but he didn't know exactly how precious it was.

The city lord shouted, "Two hundred and fifty thousand gold soul coins!"

"Lin Yuehua, let's be practical. I'm willing to compensate your grand-disciple for his injuries and the academy for its losses, but don't even think about pushing your luck!"

The dean sneered repeatedly:

"Pushing your luck? You, surnamed Xu, do you think it's not worth it for my genius grand-disciple to suffer such serious injuries?"

"So, how many gold soul coins do you think your second wife should be worth?"

Looking at An Yufei's still-wet tear stains and her pitiful figure, City Lord Xu Tianming's heart softened.

He couldn't help but curse Lin Yuehua under his breath, calling him a real scoundrel for hitting a nerve.

With so many people present, including family members and capable subordinates, what else could he say but agree?

I've been manipulated...

"Alright, it's just a storage soul tool, right? I'll take it!"

Insincere words were squeezed out from between the city lord's teeth.

The dean kindly said, "Just clean everything out of there. I don't need any confidential documents, just the soul tool."

The city lord retorted angrily, "Do you think I'd give you anything else? Wishful thinking!"

Having received the benefits, he didn't mind being scolded; a bright smile appeared on the dean's face.

"Wait until I go back and put my things away. You can all leave now." Having been swindled out of a large sum of money, Xu Tianming's expression was not good. He waved his hand to dismiss his subordinates.

All teachers in the college should return to their classes.

Everyone else dispersed, leaving only the dean, Lin Tianyang and his wife, Fang Ling on the stretcher, the Soul Master who was treating him, and An Yufei, who was being held captive by two Soul Masters, waiting there.

A short while later, the city lord put his things down and quickly returned.

With indescribable heartache, she handed the snow-white ring to the dean.

The dean tried to pull, but couldn't budge it: "Let go!"

"Use it well." The city lord's lingering gaze remained fixed on the ring.

"None of your business, give it to me!"

He snatched the ring, fiddled with it for a bit, checked its capacity, and with a smile on his face, instructed that An Yufei, the one who had caused the trouble, be released.

Then he directly ordered them to leave: "Tianyang, see them out!"

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