Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

As dawn broke, the sound of rain suddenly began to fall outside the window.

When Lu Mingfei woke up, he opened the window and stretched his hand out. The damp, cold air clung to his cheeks like spider silk, and everything in sight was a hazy blur.

It started raining, and Lu Mingfei was a little annoyed. Luckily, he had brought an umbrella and a raincoat, and the rain wasn't heavy; he figured it would stop soon.

Tang San, who had been meditating all night in the dormitory, also opened his eyes, but he only glanced at Lu Mingfei briefly before closing them again. As for the others, they were probably sleeping soundly because of the tranquility brought by the sound of rain. It was a rare day without classes, and they probably would forget about breakfast when they woke up.

Tang San watched as Lu Mingfei leisurely put on his raincoat, grabbed his umbrella, and even took the broken fire poker with him when he left. He secretly scoffed at him.

That kind of thing can't even be called a weapon; compared to our Tang Clan's hidden weapons, it's not even worthy of carrying our shoes.

Half a month into the new semester, his only two interactions with Lu Mingfei both ended in his humiliating defeat. Being suppressed by a six-year-old child, one can imagine his frustration.

More importantly, the opponent's eye martial soul completely countered his Tang Sect's ultimate techniques. He had considered whether to find a way to concoct poison to cripple the opponent's eyes and body, eliminating any future trouble.

Is it too cruel to poison a six-year-old child?

We should be grateful that he was spared.

After all, he is going to rebuild the Tang Sect in this world. If a family with an eye-shaped martial soul appears on the continent in the future, wouldn't that make his Tang Sect's unique skills inferior?

"Wait a little longer. The Purple Demon Eye has an even higher level and may not be inferior to the Eye Martial Soul. Moreover, Grandmaster is preparing to take him and Xiao Wu as disciples. If he can become my help in the future, then give him a chance to join the Tang Sect." Tang San's thoughts drifted far away. He also wanted to know what a grand scene it would be if, thousands of years later, the descendants of the Tang Sect could possess both the Eye Martial Soul and the Purple Demon Eye.

Lu Mingfei shivered. It was autumn, and the rain was quite chilly. There weren't many people in the cafeteria that morning, and even the kitchen helper seemed a bit listless.

Lu Mingfei ate a hearty meal in the cafeteria, weighed the remaining belongings in his pocket, walked to the back mountain, and took advantage of the drizzle to climb over the wall and disappear into the nameless alleys of Notting City.

Dry rations, tent, felt, water bottle, rope... Lu Mingfei quickly gathered the necessary items at the market.

"I made a mistake. I should have tricked the master into giving me a gift before leaving." Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, carrying a mountain of bags on his back, feeling that he had been taken advantage of for being too honest.

This world has such a wonderful thing as a storage soul tool. The master even gave Tang San twenty-four pieces of it. If he had known, he should have tricked one over last night to use, since he was going to run away anyway.

He always had some mischievous fantasies, but they remained just empty words. He still felt he should stay as far away from people like Master Tang San as possible.

Both of them have brain problems, especially Tang San, who has almost been brainwashed into becoming an idiot by the Grandmaster.

During his stay in the library, he actually found a handwritten theory that the master had deliberately left in the academy to fish for information. After taking one look, he determined that the content was basically all nonsense.

It's really hard to believe that a man in his fifties can come up with ten nonsensical sentences and still insist on calling himself a master. Lu Mingfei is truly impressed by his shamelessness.

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"What time is it? Why hasn't Lu Mingfei come back yet?" Wang Sheng scratched his head, feeling a bit annoyed. Notting Academy has a strict dormitory management system, and dormitory supervisors check the rooms every night. Teacher Mo has already gone upstairs, but Lu Mingfei still hasn't returned tonight.

"He's probably gone to the library again. He'll be back soon." Xiao Wu pouted. She wasn't surprised at all that Lu Mingfei was often nowhere to be seen all day.

Tang San frowned, though he vaguely guessed what was going on.

When Teacher Mo came to check the dormitories, he gave the work-study student dormitory a demerit in a bad mood and instructed the dormitory head, Wang Shengming, to take Lu Mingfei to the dormitory manager's office on the first floor to accept the punishment.

Wang Sheng smiled wryly; this time, the punishment would be at least a month of cleaning the dormitory toilets.

However, before he could even feel depressed for a few hours, he soon discovered an even bigger problem: it was already past midnight and Lu Mingfei still hadn't returned to his dorm. Could something have happened to him?

Thinking of this, he quickly woke up the whole dormitory. Xiao Wu was already asleep, and she looked resentful when she was woken up.

"Something terrible has happened! Lu Mingfei hasn't returned yet; something must have happened to him!"

"What could possibly happen? Who in our academy could bully him?" Xiao Wu rubbed her sleepy eyes, her tone quite displeased.

"Could he have climbed over the wall to leave the school?" Wang Sheng immediately thought of a possibility. Although the whole school was under martial law, quite a few people still sneaked out of the school every day. Xiao Wu did this the day before yesterday.

Reminded by this, especially recalling how diligently Lu Mingfei had been practicing that thrusting move these past few days, Xiao Wu's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "He wouldn't have really gone soul hunting alone, would he?"

These words caused an uproar in the entire dormitory, and even Tang San broke his meditation.

"My God, going soul hunting alone?" Wang Sheng stared out the window with his mouth agape.

The rain stopped in the afternoon, but the night sky was still terribly gloomy.

Tang San sneered inwardly. A six-year-old kid trying to hunt soul beasts all by himself was simply courting death.

On the other side, on the roof of the dormitory building, the master was preparing to turn off the lights and rest when suddenly there were several knocks on the door.

He frowned. Apart from the dean and Tang San, almost no one would knock on his door.

Upon opening the door, a tall figure appeared before them, shrouded in a black robe that faintly exuded the stench of blood.

"Hello, Master, it's been a long time." A deep, hoarse voice rang out.

"It's you!" The master's pupils constricted, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly stepped aside to let the person in.

"It's been over twenty years since we last met," Tang Hao said casually, putting down his hat.

"Haotian Douluo, it has indeed been a long time." Grandmaster said, barely suppressing his excitement. He hadn't expected that after so many years, his idol would look so weathered. "I knew I wasn't wrong, you are Xiao San's father."

"That's right, I am Xiao San's father. I'm relieved that Xiao San has become your apprentice." Tang Hao nodded calmly.

"But what have you been doing lately? Xiao San is still so young, how could you abandon him to take revenge on the Spirit Hall?" Grandmaster stared intently at Tang Hao. Although it had only been half a month, he did have a lot of feelings for Tang San.

"I'm also thinking about his future." Tang Hao shook his head.

"But all I see is you dragging your mistress into the mire or even hell!" Grandmaster gritted his teeth. He had already received news that Tang Hao had destroyed six or seven Martial Soul Branch Halls and even encountered a hunt.

He already had a blood feud with the Spirit Hall, and now countless Title Douluos across the continent are searching for his whereabouts.