In Douluo Continent, he tricked Xiao Wu into giving him a soul ring.

...The Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies Across the Heaven Dou Empire, returning teams.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's exclusive carriage.

At this moment, there were less than three days left to travel to Heaven Dou City. Oscar suddenly opened his eyes and stood up excitedly: "Rongrong, Uncle Ning, Senior Sword Douluo, I have broken through to level 43."

"I also broke through to level 38 half an hour ago." Ning Rongrong also showed a faint smile, genuinely happy for Oscar. After all, Oscar was only a food-type soul master. To be able to advance another level from level 42 in less than four months at the age of less than seventeen was something that even many genius battle soul masters could hardly do. It was truly rare.

Upon hearing Oscar's words, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, who were originally happy that Ning Rongrong had broken through to level 38, were filled with worry.

Oscar sensed something was off. After hesitating for a moment, he asked somewhat tentatively, "Uncle Ning, Senior Sword Douluo, what's going on here...?"

“Yes, Dad, and Grandpa Jian, Xiao Ao has broken through to level 43. You should be happy.” Ning Rongrong also looked puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and exchanged a glance with Sword Douluo. A hint of reluctance flashed in their eyes. To be fair, if Oscar's talent hadn't been ruined, they would still be genuinely happy for him, since he had already chosen to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

only.....

Ning Fengzhi lifted the curtain and glanced outside the car. The convoy was currently undergoing its final rest and reorganization. He said calmly, "Xiao Ao, come out with me for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Before long, accompanied by Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi and Oscar arrived at a cliff.

Ning Fengzhi turned around and smiled at Oscar: "Little Oscar, if I remember correctly, you are more than two years older than Rongrong, and you will be seventeen soon."

"Yes, I'll be seventeen in a month." Oscar paused for a moment, not understanding why, but still answered honestly.

Ning Fengzhi asked, "Have you noticed that although you are a year younger than Dai Mubai, you look about the same age as him, or even a little older?"

Oscar clearly didn't catch Ning Fengzhi's hidden meaning. His face flushed red, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Maybe it's because I look older. You don't know, if I don't shave, I could look about your age."

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly. "What about Ma Hongjun? Does he look old too? He's only a month or two older than Rongrong, but he looks several years older. You might want to think carefully about when exactly this started?"

Hearing this, even if Oscar was stupid, he could tell that something was wrong. He swallowed hard and said, "Uncle Ning, please speak frankly."

Ning Fengzhi wore a pained expression. "Last time, I chose to have Uncle Jian keep it a secret because I was afraid of hurting you and also to avoid upsetting Rongrong. Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, the Chrysanthemum Douluo from the Spirit Hall wasn't lying last time. Blood Ginseng does have side effects. I can't guarantee whether it's squeezing out potential, but the life force in your body is draining away at twice the rate of an ordinary person. That's why you and Ma Hongjun look older than you actually are."

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A thunderbolt struck Oscar's mind. His face turned deathly pale, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Uncle Ning, is what you're saying true? The blood ginseng that Xiao San... oh no, Tang San gave us really has side effects?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, said nothing, and simply turned his gaze to the Sword Douluo beside him.

Sword Douluo felt a pang of pity and nodded slightly in response.

Upon receiving confirmation from Sword Douluo, Oscar immediately recalled the scene of Tang San's hesitation when he first gave him the Blood Ginseng. He hadn't paid much attention to it at the time, but now, thinking back on it, a surge of anger welled up in his chest.

How could he do this? How could he treat himself like this?

She trusted him so much and treated him like a brother.

"Tang San... Tang San... Why did you treat me like this?" Oscar roared to the sky, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. He knelt on the ground, pounding his fists on the hard rock. He was finished. His life was completely over. His life was utterly and completely over.

Just as Oscar was sinking into deep despair, Ning Fengzhi timely gave Oscar a glimmer of hope, helping him up and saying earnestly, "Little Oscar, you don't need to lose heart. I think Xiao San probably didn't know about the side effects of Blood Ginseng at the time. He only knew that the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King was a celestial herb and mistakenly thought that Blood Ginseng was only slightly less effective than the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng King. He probably didn't mean it."

“Uncle Ning, you don’t need to explain for him. What’s this about intentional or unintentional? He’s simply jealous of Lan Si, who’s stronger and more talented than him. He wasn’t confident he could defeat Lan Si alone, so he wanted to use us to do it. That bastard is truly ruthless.” At this point, Oscar paused, seemingly remembering something, and anxiously asked, “What about Rongrong? Rongrong also took that bastard Tang San’s herbs, could she also…?”

Ning Fengzhi shook his head: "Rongrong is very healthy and there is nothing wrong with her."

"That's good. That's good." Hearing this, Oscar breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Xiao Ao, what are your plans for the future?" After so much build-up and the atmosphere had been set, Ning Fengzhi finally asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Am I still worthy of Rongrong now?" Oscar asked with a self-deprecating smile.

Hearing the answer he wanted, a hint of smugness flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Perhaps you still have a glimmer of hope."

Oscar's eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Uncle Ning, please tell me. As long as my current health problems can be solved, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you."

"A miraculous herb!" Ning Fengzhi uttered the two words calmly.

"Uncle Ning, have you forgotten? It was the immortal herb that caused me to become like this." Upon hearing this, Oscar was taken aback and said with a wry smile.

Ning Fengzhi said earnestly, "I think you heard what Chrysanthemum Douluo said back then. Before the Blood Ginseng grows into a ten-thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng, it is not a divine herb. The true divine herbs I'm talking about are things like the Eight-Petaled Golden Orchid, the Mysterious Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum, and the Narcissus Jade Bone... They have the effect of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence, greatly enhancing talent and soul power, and are true treasures. If you can find one of them and consume it, even if your talent is not better than before, it should at least restore you to the state you were in before consuming the Blood Ginseng. By the way, you can also find a way to give support-type soul masters attack power while searching for divine herbs."

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"Besides, if you can find the Qiluo Tulip for Rongrong, no matter what you become in the future, I will give you a chance to marry Rongrong. As long as she is willing, I will never stop her."

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Chapter 263 One Year Later (Part 1)

Oscar is gone.

They left with only their last hope and hatred for Tang San.

They embarked on a journey to find the immortal herb, and also to find a way to grant support-type Soul Masters attack power.

Standing atop the cliff, watching Oscar's departing figure, Sword Douluo angrily questioned Ning Fengzhi: "Fengzhi, are you really going to ruin Rongrong's future happiness for a so-called Qiluo Tulip? I think you should know about Oscar's health condition. Do you really want Rongrong to live a life of widowhood?"

“Uncle Jian, listen to me.” Ning Fengzhi sighed. “How could I not know Oscar’s physical condition? It’s just that the Qiluo Tulip is too important to my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and to Rongrong. It’s always better to have a glimmer of hope. Besides, it’s hard to say whether Oscar will come back alive from this trip. Moreover, the condition for me to agree to marry Rongrong to him is that Rongrong is willing, even if Oscar finds the immortal herb. Do you think Rongrong will be willing?”

"This..." A hint of hesitation flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes. With his little witch's proud nature, she really wouldn't be willing to marry a prematurely aged old man. Not to mention that five years later, Tang Ritian, whose talent was likely no less than Lan Si's, would return to Heaven Dou City.

By comparing the two, even a blind person could tell who their little witch would choose.

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Traveling is also a form of spiritual practice.

After enduring wind and rain for half a month.

Led by the ghost, Lan Si and Hu Liena finally arrived at a small town.

The town wasn't large, but as soon as they stepped inside, the two sensed a strange atmosphere. Everyone seemed to emanate a peculiar chill, which Lan Si knew was the aura of slaughter. Apart from the three of them, everyone in this town was a desperate outlaw.

After walking for about ten minutes, Ghost brought Lan Si and Hu Liena to a tavern in the town.

The air inside the tavern was thick and murky. All the decorations were blood red, and although it was daytime outside, the entire tavern had an eerie, blood-red ambiance.

A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression approached and asked, "What would you three like to order?"

Ghost Douluo's hoarse voice rang out, "Give me three..."

Just as he was about to order three Bloody Marys, Lan Si interrupted him, saying, "Senior Ghost Douluo, there's no need for such trouble."

As he spoke, without him releasing his martial spirit, dozens, even hundreds, of ice-blue blades flew out of thin air and suddenly covered the dozens of patrons inside the tavern.

The blade was also covered with a strange, pale white aura.

Those patrons, with large swords at their waists and fierce faces, who had been looking at Lan Si and his companions with a mocking expression, could never have expected this situation.

Before he could even draw his weapon or summon his martial spirit, he was pierced through the chest by an ice-blue blade.

The pale white flames enveloped them, and in the blink of an eye, they were burned to ashes.

Hu Liena's eyes widened instantly. This... was this still the Lan Si she knew? When did he become so ruthless? Also, shouldn't he have just used his first soul skill? Why didn't he summon his martial soul and soul rings?

If he suddenly used this move during the Soul Master Competition, I'm afraid no one would be able to react.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ghost Douluo's eyes, then he nodded and said calmly to Hu Liena, "Nana, there's no need to panic. Lan Si did the right thing. You need to know that once you go in, you'll have to rely on yourself for everything. No one will be there to protect you. There are no friends there, only enemies. You must kill anyone who might pose a threat to you."

"I understand, Grandpa Ghost." Hu Liena swallowed hard.

The deaths of dozens of people in the tavern did not alarm the waiter. He remained calm, as if he had seen this scene many times before. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Lan Si slowly walk towards him, raise his left hand, and a small cone-shaped hammer appeared out of thin air in his hand. Then, it swelled up in the wind and smashed down on the waiter's head.

The indifferent waiter didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed into a pile of minced meat by Haotian bamboo shoots, and blood stained most of the room.

Lan Si swung his hammer again.

With a deafening roar, a huge black hole appeared in the ground. A biting, icy wind howled out from the hole.

Lan Si glanced back at Hu Liena and Gui Mei, took out a half-face mask and a black robe from his soul tool, put them on, and said to the two of them, "I'll go first."

As he spoke, he jumped straight down into the hole. He was enveloped in darkness and disappeared from Hu Liena's and the ghost's sight.

"Nana, hurry up and follow!" Ghost Douluo urged hurriedly when he saw Lan Si jump into the black hole.

Without hesitation, Hu Liena leaped into the black hole, following closely behind Lan Si.

Outside the tavern, a graceful figure in black robes quietly observed everything inside, a faint smile on her lips, and murmured softly, "It seems Ah Si is adapting very quickly."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ghost Douluo appeared beside her, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Your Holiness, Lan Si and Nana have already gone in."

"Hmm. You did a great job. Now go back to Wuhun City. The reforms there need your attention. I'll be there shortly."

"Your subordinate obeys."

Bibi Dong nodded, and as they spoke, their figures disappeared from the town at the same time, as if they had never been there.

.............

one year later.

With a thunderous roar, nine charred, headless corpses appeared in the hellish killing field.

Ninety-nine battles, ninety-nine consecutive victories—this is Lan Si's current record in the Hellish Slaughter Grounds. Because he possesses the right leg bone of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, injuries are almost meaningless to Lan Si, and virtually no one can harm him.

Therefore, he would participate in any Hellfire Killing Tournament he could book.

And because every time he finishes a hellish killing contest, he kills any creature that tries to get within ten meters of him.

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Over time, Lan Si earned a fearsome reputation in the hellish killing field: the Black-Robed Man.

Legend has it that he wore a black robe, and no one had ever seen his true face. Anyone who had seen his face was dead, hence his fearsome reputation.

Of course, there is one exception: Hu Liena. Just like in the original story, she still earned the title of Hell Messenger in the Hell Killing Fields.

Thanks to Lan Si's help, Hu Liena also achieved a remarkable record of 97 consecutive wins.

Despite the numerous close calls she faced during the matches, she recovered from her injuries quickly. No one dared to attack her after her matches ended, because anyone who did was either killed in retaliation or fell victim to the man in black robes.

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Chapter 264 One Year Later (Part 2)

Over the past year, Lan Si and Hu Liena have become the most dazzling figures in the Hell Slaughter Arena, hailed as the Killing Twins. In just one year, they achieved terrifying records of 99 and 97 consecutive wins respectively, enough to rank them among the top five since the establishment of the Killing City.