The holy son of Wuhundian at the beginning, the gentle scum of Douluo

Shrek is famous for his poverty and Douluo.

In the soul master competition, various endorsements became popular in the soul master world.

Qin Mu was no stranger to these people, but when he arrived at the Shrek school after completing the admission procedures, he was still a little stunned.

Extraordinary poverty, extraordinary Shrek.

After Zhao Wuji arranged accommodation for Qin Mu and his party, he immediately applied oil to the soles of his feet.

Even though Qin Mu said that his grievances with Wuhun Palace could be wiped out, his long-term resentment still made him not want to have too much contact with the people from Wuhun Palace.

In short, just one word, unhappy.

Qin Mu was not surprised by Zhao Wuji's reaction. After checking in, he walked to the balcony on the second floor of the wooden house.

Although it was a bit broken, the air was still very fresh and the environment was pretty good. It wasn't as luxurious as Wuhun Academy, but it wasn't as lifeless either.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, you must be careful." Ju Douluo appeared beside Qin Mu with a solemn expression.

Qin Mu said softly: "Did you notice something strange? That guy Tang Hao has arrived?"

Ju Douluo nodded and said, "Yes, as His Royal Highness the Holy Son reminded me before, I have been observing the surroundings and finally found traces of that person in the crowd."

"It seems like what you said, Holy Son, that person has no plans to take action now, but he has been keeping an eye on him secretly. This is not a good sign."

"Moreover, just after we moved in, there was a very obscure soul that swept through the school building. It may be that person who is determining where exactly you live, Your Highness, the Son of God."

Qin Mu took his time and sat on the balcony to make a pot of tea for himself. He sipped it and said, "Don't worry, everything is still under my control."

"If nothing unexpected happens, he should come to see my Holy Son tonight. When the time comes, just follow him secretly. Don't take action without my order."

"It is said that one generation will hammer another emperor, and each generation will hammer the pope. This holy son will become the next pope in the future, so he should learn from this in advance."

Ju Douluo's expression changed drastically, and his tightly controlled soul power suddenly spread out, and he probed around without daring to slack off at all.

Qin Mu lightly knocked on the wooden table: "Put your soul power away. Don't let everyone here know that you are a Titled Douluo. Don't forget that we still have hostages in our hands."

Hearing this, Ju Douluo immediately gathered all his soul power: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, are you talking about that little guy named Tang San?"

Qin Mu nodded: "Who else could it be besides him? Now you have been following this Holy Son. If someone comes looking for me at night, you can just go directly to Tang San."

"These days, there's no reason why others can only cause trouble for me. We're not allowed to cause trouble for others!"

Ju Douluo: "..." It seems to make sense, a little speechless?

"Okay, please step back first. It's time for me to adjust my condition, otherwise it won't be good if I make a fool of myself at night."

Qin Mu issued an order to expel the guests, and Ju Douluo nodded and accepted the order. He did not leave too far, but closed his eyes and rested on the first floor of the wooden building.

After Qin Mu finished sipping tea, he closed the wooden door of the balcony and returned to the house, sitting down cross-legged.

The main martial spirit, the world tree martial spirit, the secondary martial spirit, the large copper ax with dragon patterns, and the plum deer and bamboo folding fan all appeared behind him.

The red 10-year soul ring lingers on the World Tree, and the black [-]-year soul ring lingers on the large copper ax with dragon patterns and the sika bamboo folding fan.

No more, no less, a total of nine soul rings blooming with their own light in the room.

"It's been a while since I've tried to return the soul ring to the main spirit. It's better to prepare in advance now."

Qin Mu whispered softly, and the four ten thousand year soul rings on the large copper ax with dragon patterns and the four ten thousand year soul rings on the plum deer and bamboo folding fan fell off their respective secondary martial spirits.

The world tree is full of vitality, and the mysterious power is connected with the soul rings separated from the large copper ax with dragon patterns and the merlot bamboo folding fan.

The 10-year-old soul ring rose to the highest altitude, and the eight 10-year-old soul rings were arranged in an orderly manner under the [-]-year-old soul ring.

The terrifying soul power fluctuations, under the constraints of the World Tree, also faintly escaped at all.

"Is this the strength of His Highness the Holy Son?" Ju Douluo, who was on the first floor of the wooden building, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head in disbelief, and couldn't help but gasp.

At that moment, he felt as if his whole body was trembling, a kind of suppression originating from instinct.

Within a moment, a layer of fine beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"It is unimaginable that His Highness the Holy Son's hidden strength is so terrifying. Could it be that His Highness the Holy Son has already broken through to a titled Douluo?"

"No, it shouldn't be. His Royal Highness the Holy Son only has four soul rings, and his strength is only level 49 at most. He is still a long way from being a Titled Douluo."

Ju Douluo's mind was filled with random thoughts and he couldn't stop making wild guesses, but he didn't dare to disturb Qin Mu's practice.

Outside Shrek, on a towering tree, Tang Hao, who was covered in black robes, opened his eyes, and a stern look flashed across his face covered with stubble.

His cloudy yet exquisite eyes looked thoughtfully in Shrek's direction: "This fluctuation in soul power seems to be at the level of a titled Douluo. Could it be that the strength of that chrysanthemum has improved again?"

"With the influence of that incident, this chrysanthemum should not dare to confront me head-on. It should be possible for Xiao San to continue studying at Shrek."

"However, before letting Xiaosan study in peace, my unreliable father should first resolve some potential crises. That boy from Wuhun Palace seems to be a bad person."

Tang Hao closed his eyes again and leaned against the trunk of the big tree as if he were withered. He let time pass by slowly. Even if he felt a trace of the titled Douluo's Qi, he didn't take it too seriously.

The spirit of the Clear Sky Hammer and the profound meaning of the Great Sumeru Hammer, these are the sources of confidence for him to have no scruples in the realm of Titled Douluo.

A mere chrysanthemum, he really didn't take it seriously.

As for Qin Mu's threat, Tang Hao didn't take it seriously at all. A junior from Wuhun Palace and a senior figure like him were in the sky and on the ground.

The sun sets and the night becomes dark.

Stars dotted the sky, and Tang Hao opened his eyes again, and the black robe on his body moved automatically without any wind.

In an instant, the terrifying soul power dormant in his body was like a torrential river, flooding endlessly.

"It's getting dark, it's time to take action."

Tang Hao whispered softly. One second he was still leaning on the tree trunk, and the next second he had left the tree.

As for the wooden building where Qin Mu was located, the wooden door of the attic on the second floor burst open under the impetus of soul power.

Qin Mu had completed the coordination of the main martial spirit and the secondary martial spirit. He was not surprised at all when he saw the wooden door being blown open by the soul power, but he always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't notice anything.

Qin Mu was in the light, and Tang Hao was in the dark. Tang Hao relied on his precise control of the soul power, and a voice floated into the wooden house:

"Little fellow from Wuhun Palace, come out!"