Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 95, Section 112: The Short-Haired Boy from Nottingham

Seven Treasures

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School recently underwent a power transition.

The old sect leader, Ning Daocheng, died in the sect, and Ning Fengzhi took over the position of sect leader.

At this moment, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has two guardian Douluo left behind by the former sect leader, Wild Bull and Mad Rhinoceros, while Chen Xin and Gu Rong have also broken through the title level one after another a few years ago.

This allowed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to achieve a brief period of dominance with four titles.

But Ning Fengzhi knew that this state wouldn't last long, as Elder Man Niu and Elder Kuang Xi were both nearing their end.

The newly appointed Ning Fengzhi was full of ambition and ready to convene a meeting of the three upper sects to make great strides, but he received news of the Tian Gu Ridge incident of the Haotian Sect.

So he convened a sect meeting, gathering a group of sect-protecting Douluos to discuss the matter.

"I never imagined that the mighty Haotian Sect would produce such a heartless scoundrel," Chen Xin said disdainfully.

"Sect Master, the Clear Sky Sect has suffered a great loss of strength and is at its weakest point. This is an opportunity for my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. While we, these two old guys, are still here, why don't we replace the Clear Sky Sect and become the number one sect in the world?" Mad Rhino Douluo suggested.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said, "Grandpa Kuangxi, in Fengzhi's opinion, the title of the number one sect in the world is just an empty name. Behind every reputation, there must be strength to back it up. It can't bring us much benefit. On the contrary, it will put our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the target of everyone's criticism."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is eyeing this position covetously, but if we seize it, the Clear Sky Clan will hold a grudge against us, and the unity of the three upper clans will cease to exist. In the end, the Spirit Hall will be the one to benefit."

Ning Fengzhi stood up and said with concern, "Although the Spirit Hall also lost two Guardian Douluos, it was not a fatal blow to the Spirit Hall. However, the Clear Sky Sect was severely weakened as a result. The strength of the three upper sects has declined, and the Spirit Hall's ambition will inevitably swell. Our real threat is the Spirit Hall. The three upper sects should be united."

“That makes sense, but Tang Hao’s strength and the beastly things he did are astonishing. A Soul Douluo killed seven Title Douluos and severely injured two others. With that kind of strength, wouldn’t it be better for him to go and take on the Spirit Hall directly?” said the Bull Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi said that he thought so too. If Tang Hao has the ability, wouldn't it be better to kill a few more Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall to relieve some pressure on the three upper sects? He killed five Title Douluos from the Clear Sky Sect in one go, one of whom was your own father. He directly destroyed the Clear Sky Sect. In the end, wouldn't the Spirit Hall be the one who benefits?

"Therefore, after this battle, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School should not only refrain from taking advantage of the Clear Sky School's misfortune, but on the contrary, we should offer timely assistance and support the Clear Sky School at this crucial moment to consolidate the alliance of the three upper sects. Only the three upper sects can resist the increasingly powerful and ambitious Spirit Hall and maintain the peace of the continent." A glint of wisdom flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"Sect Master's insight is truly remarkable," Gu Rong said.

The layout of the taverns in Notting City is different from other places: they all have a large, L-shaped counter facing the street, with hot water prepared inside so that wine can be warmed at any time. Members of the Soul Hunting Teams, sweating profusely from the Soul Hunting Forest around noon or evening, would often spend four copper soul coins to buy a bowl of wine, stand outside the counter, and drink it hot while resting. If they were willing to spend an extra coin, they could buy a dish of salted bamboo shoots or fennel beans as an accompaniment to their wine. If they spent a dozen or so coins, they could buy a meat dish, but these customers were mostly Soul Hunting Masters trying to make a living, and generally didn't have such extravagance. Only those of noble birth, dressed in long robes, would stroll into the room next to the shop, order wine and dishes, and sit down to drink leisurely.

The man with the short haircut and wearing a black academic gown was a unique presence in the hotel. He was the one standing there drinking, wearing a long robe. His skin was dark, as if he hadn't washed it in a long time, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He also had a sour, unpleasant odor emanating from him.

He arrived at the front of the hotel, spreading out the nine copper soul coins he had received from the Spirit Hall, his voice tinged with dejection: "Warm two bowls of cheap wine, and a plate of fennel beans." The bartender pinched his nose, accepted the nine copper soul coins, and then went to the side to serve him the wine and food.

When the wine was served, the man with the crew cut carried two bowls of wine downstairs. The rough men next to him couldn't help but frown when they smelled the stench emanating from him.

One of the newcomers said unhappily, "Who is this guy? He looks like he hasn't showered in days, he stinks!"

“You don’t know? He’s a renowned ‘master’ at Notting City Academy,” a Soul Hunter said.

"Oh, so that's the 'master' whose soul skill is nonsense." The newcomer suddenly realized.

"I don't know what got into the head of Notting City Academy. They hired this guy who doesn't teach or work. He just loafs around the academy all day, and his expenses are entirely covered by the Spirit Hall's monthly salary," another Soul Hunter said disdainfully.

"The key point is, even though they've fallen to such a sorry state, they still have this long face all the time and dare to look down on us!" the Soul Hunter said angrily.

"Didn't you guys beat him up?" the newcomer asked.

"Toads don't bite, but they're disgusting. Not only do you get your hands dirty when you hit them, but their soul skills are also useless."

Newcomer: "."

Hearing the mocking voices around him, the man with the crew cut was filled with rage: You lowly commoners, how dare you talk about me, the direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? As a master, it is an honor for Notting City Soul Master Academy to have me here. As a master, my disciples must be carefully selected. What kind of nobodies are the Soul Masters of Notting City? Do they have the right to receive my teachings?

The crew-cut guy really wanted to stand up and beat up the Soul Hunter team, but after thinking about it, he followed his heart.

The Soul Hunters don't want to fight themselves because their Soul Skills are annoying, but that doesn't mean they can't beat themselves.

He could only silently curse and mock everyone in his heart, then he went to a corner, squatted down, and ate and drank.

As a result, a peculiar situation arose in the hotel: a man with a buzz cut who hadn't showered for dozens of days huddled in a corner drinking, his stench creating a vacuum around him, and the other guests kept their distance from him while drinking and eating snacks.

Gradually, the Soul Hunters' discussion shifted from the short-haired guy to another "legendary figure" on the continent.

"Hey, did you guys know? Recently, a top-tier talent has emerged in the Soul Master world." A Soul Hunter was the first to start the conversation.

"Oh, top-tier birth, how many births have there been?" The other Soul Hunters were drawn to his topic.

(End of this chapter)