Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

In a guest room at the Shrek Hotel, Huo Yutong was engrossed in reading a book, the only sound in the room being the rustling of the pages turning.

Only when the door was gently pushed open did she cautiously look up. When she saw that it was Dugu Luo, she was about to raise the corners of her mouth to greet her when she saw that the other party put a slender finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

When Dugu Luo entered, he deliberately released his spiritual power to sense that Lord Mo Yan was taking a nap in bed.

She opened the door with utmost care, afraid of disturbing Lord Mo Yan.

Huo Yutong immediately understood and obediently sat up straight.

She was about to get up to pour Dugu Luo a glass of water when he gently pressed her back into the chair by her shoulders. "Just sit there, don't be shy," Dugu Luo said in a very low voice, as he took a tissue from the table and slowly wiped his hands.

Her palms were actually so clean that there wasn't a single stain, but she still wiped them carefully again and again, as if she had just gone out for a walk and hadn't done anything.

Just then, a faint rustling sound of bedding came from the inner room.

Dugu Luo immediately turned around, bowed slightly towards the bed, and said respectfully, "I have not failed you, Lord Mo Yan."

"That guy isn't dead, is he?" Mo Yan's voice was hoarse from just waking up, revealing no emotion.

"He's still breathing." Dugu Luo lowered his eyes and reported truthfully, "However, I seem to sense the presence of that old beggar Xuanzi. He must have returned."

"Hmm?" Mo Yan sat up, threw on an outer robe, and walked to the outer room. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Dugu Luo. "You're not mistaken?"

"No mistake." Dugu Luo said with certainty, "That extremely heavy earth element soul power, in the entire Douluo Continent, only that old thing can possess it."

"I see..." Mo Yan stroked his chin, his gaze slowly turning to the window, landing in the direction of the Soul Master Competition, a playful smile appearing on his lips, "It seems that Jin Tianming will be under a lot of pressure."

She paused, a glimmer of expectation flashing in her eyes, "I wonder... will that old beggar, that guy, be taken care of as well?"

Jin Tianming: ...

In the dense forest outside the White Tiger Duke's mansion, Tang San's appearance was simply appalling.

His entire body was swollen, covered in bruises and dense blisters, some of which had ulcerated and oozed pus, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

Countless toxins surged in his blood, causing him to convulse in pain, with intermittent groans of agony escaping his throat, as if he had crawled back from the brink of death.

If it weren't for the lingering killing intent of the Asura God within him, which barely suppressed some of the poison, he would probably have fainted from the pain long ago, or even died outright.

Just as his consciousness was fading, a streak of light pierced through the air and landed steadily in front of him.

Tang San struggled to lift his head, and upon recognizing the person, a glimmer of light instantly shone in his cloudy eyes, as if he had grasped at a lifeline. He cried out hoarsely, "Teacher!"

The visitor was none other than Xuanzi.

He rushed over only after sensing his disciple's presence, but upon seeing Tang San's inhuman and ghostly state, his eyes widened in fury.

"Tang San!" He quickly squatted down, reaching out to feel Tang San's pulse. The skin his fingertips touched was burning hot and stiff, and he trembled with rage. "Who? Who did this to you?!"

"It's...it's Dugu Luo!" Tang San gritted his teeth and uttered the name slowly and deliberately, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

"Damn it!" Xuanzi roared in fury, and a terrifying pressure belonging to a Limit Douluo suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire dense forest. The surrounding trees were instantly bent over, and leaves flew everywhere. "Sure enough! That girl Mo Yan is a born evil creature, and she's no better than anyone else!"

He hoisted Tang San onto his shoulder and angrily charged towards Shrek Academy, shouting, "Let's go! Your teacher will take you to confront them and demand an explanation!"

But he had only taken two steps when a figure appeared out of thin air and blocked his way. The newcomer was an old man dressed in a plain-colored robe, with a thin face and peaceful eyes; it was none other than Xuanji Douluo.

"Senior Xuanzi, please wait." Xuanji Douluo bowed respectfully, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Xuanzi was already furious when he saw someone blocking his way. He immediately glared at them and shouted, "Xuanji brat, what are you doing blocking my path?!"

“Senior Xuanzi, please hear me out.” Xuanji Douluo did not back down, but concisely told Xuanzi everything that had happened on the Soul Master Competition field, including Dai Hao’s recognition of his relatives, Huo Yuhao’s request for a lie detector test, Jin Tianming and Jing Hongchen’s strong protection of their own, and Du Busi’s appearance as a referee. “Right now, the field is at a critical moment, and Shrek Academy needs you to go and support them.”

Upon hearing this, Xuanzi stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at his disciple, who was in excruciating pain on his shoulder, and then thought of the Shrek Academy's reputation on the field. For a moment, he was conflicted.

On one side is his disciple, on whom he has placed high hopes and who may even inherit the divine position; on the other side are Shrek's allies and his reputation.

Xuanji Douluo saw through his thoughts at a glance and quickly said, "Senior Xuanzi, are you worried about Tang San's injuries? It's alright, I will take him to the palace to find a physician to treat him."

"With the medical skills of the Immortal Physician, he can surely alleviate his pain."

Xuanzi pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly handed Tang San to Xuanji Douluo without any hesitation, turned around and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the direction of the Soul Master Competition.

Tang San: "?"

He lay in Xuanji Douluo's arms, his body writhing in pain, yet his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

Seriously? Teacher!

Didn't you say you were going to take me to see a doctor and also go to Dugu Luo to demand an explanation?

Why did you turn around and abandon me?

Is this reasonable? !
Xuanji Douluo looked down at Tang San, who was lying in his arms with a completely bewildered expression, and his lips twitched. He muttered with a wry smile, "I never expected you to have so many identities..."

Despite his complaints, he didn't dare to delay. Carrying Tang San, he sped off towards the Star Luo Empire's palace.

……

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the Star Luo Soul Master Competition field was extremely tense.

All eyes were on Dai Hao.

This dignified White Tiger Duke, a powerful figure at the Title Douluo level, was now covered in cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, his body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

He never imagined that he, a Title Douluo, would be defeated by a Soul King!

Huo Yuhao's mental-based soul skill was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his throat, forcing him to be unable to lie and only able to expose his deeply buried, sordid thoughts to the light of day.

"This...is this the power of a spirit-type martial soul?" Dai Hao's lips trembled, a strong sense of fear welled up in his heart, and he even had the urge to back down.

He was afraid.

He feared that Huo Yuhao's soul skill would tear away all his pretense, that his true identity would be completely exposed, and that his carefully cultivated reputation would be destroyed at this moment!
...(End of chapter)