Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Tu Shan Su Su, a tangled web of fate.

Chapter 53 is here! [Please read and recommend!]

Lin Jiuxuan was completely unaware of the impending storm.

now,

He was enthusiastically teaching Susu how to box.

"Come on, do it with me, left hook, right hook!" He demonstrated while encouraging Su Su.

"Brother Jiuxuan, Susu is so tired, can you rest for a bit?"

"No! Surpassing oneself, surpassing limits—that is the way of the martial artist!"

Lin Jiuxuan said with a serious expression, although there was a hint of a joke in his words.

Tu Shan Honghong, hiding in the chaotic space, quietly watched the two people, one big and one small.

Suddenly, an idea struck her.

"Susu, do you want to rest? Let me take over. You stay inside and watch how I teach your brother Jiuxuan to practice boxing!"

She made an enticing suggestion.

"No, this is a task given to me by Brother Jiuxuan. I'll be punished if I don't obey!"

Although Su Su was tempted, she still remembered Lin Jiuxuan's strictness.

"If you come inside, he won't be able to punish you!" Honghong tempted.

"Susu, what are you daydreaming about?"

"Jump up, side whip kick!"

Su Su was still a little hesitant, but she slipped and fell flat on her backside.

The pent-up resentment exploded instantly, I went on strike, and switched to a larger size!

Lin Jiuxuan chuckled and said he would help Xiao Susu.

As a result, a red shadow flashed before his eyes, his eye twitched, and his hand withdrew again.

There's no way to help them!

"What? Are you afraid of me?"

Tu Shan Honghong stared at Lin Jiuxuan expressionlessly.

"No, I'm so smitten with a beauty like you, why would I be afraid!"

Lin Jiuxuan wasn't sure what this person was thinking, but flattery never fails, so he figured he could just keep it up.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

silence

Somehow, the two of them ended up killing the conversation.

Look at me.

I'm looking at you.

In the end, it was Honghong who couldn't stand the eerie atmosphere any longer.

"The boxing style you're practicing is incorrect!"

Honghong looked at Lin Jiuxuan calmly.

"Although I don't understand your so-called soul power cultivation, I think the principle is the same!"

"Only by unifying mind, body, and skill can one unleash the strongest attack!"

After saying that, Honghong's expression changed, and she calmly threw a punch at the courtyard wall.

With a loud "boom," Lin Jiuxuan didn't sense any change in soul power.

The half-meter-thick courtyard wall was punched open, creating a gap of one or two meters, with edges as smooth as a mirror.

"Do you understand?"

Honghong tilted her head, her little face serious, an expression that perfectly matched Lin Jiuxuan's memory of her high school homeroom teacher.

"Oh, I think I understand!" Lin Jiuxuan nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"You come here!" Honghong commanded.

"Huh?! Me?"

"Alright!" Under Hong Hong's cold and domineering gaze, Lin Jiuxuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Inhale~ Exhale~

"Mind and spirit in harmony"

Lin Jiuxuan made a series of feigned actions, trying his best to understand the artistic conception that Honghong was talking about.

He aimed at a courtyard wall and let out a loud shout!

"I'll hit you!"

"Quack quack quack~"

Apart from startling a flock of crows, the sturdy courtyard wall remained completely still!

"Body, mind, and skill in perfect harmony!"

"You didn't sense the change in my demonic power because your cultivation level isn't high enough! I'm not asking you to fake a fight!"

Honghong said irritably.

"Again!"

"Boom!"

"A little improvement, but it's just brute force! Let's try again!"

Su Su looked at Lin Jiuxuan, who was being scolded by Hong Hong like a grandson.

Suddenly I feel like Jiuxuan isn't so smart after all!

The City of Slaughter.

A burly man with long, scarlet hair sat on a blood-red throne, laughing loudly to the sky:

"Hahaha, Tang Chen, you little bastard, you think you can take this opportunity to rebel?!"

"You're courting death! If my master hadn't forbade me from doing this, I would have killed you long ago!"

His laughter was full of mockery and disdain.

The King of Slaughter tapped his fingers on the armrest, a thoughtful expression on his face:

"However, the matter Master ordered must be handled as soon as possible. Lin Jiuxuan of Tiandou City—I'm truly curious what kind of person he is that Master would value so highly!"

"But no matter who it is, they will all die!" he sneered, already having a plan in mind.

"I heard that Tang Chen also has a sect called Haotian Sect. We can frame them for this. Hehe, there'll definitely be a good show then!"

Before he finished speaking, the King of Slaughter transformed into a streak of red light and soared into the sky.

A sharp, piercing laugh echoed through the empty hall.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi held an urgent secret report in his hand. After reading just a few sentences, his face turned ashen.

When Bone Douluo saw that his usually calm and gentle sect leader had such a grim expression, he knew that something serious must have happened.

"What's wrong with Fengzhi?"

"Has something happened to Rongrong? Or is the Spirit Hall making another move?"

"You wretched child, you wretched child!"

"Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian, see for yourselves!"

Ning Fengzhi shoved the secret report into Bone Douluo's hand and immediately turned his back, too ashamed to face anyone!

"this"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, both shocked and puzzled.

Ning Rongrong, how dare she?

She actually became a widow for a dog?!

How can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School save face?

"Let me bring her back!"

Sword Douluo was a straightforward person; with a gloomy face, he walked straight out.

"Uncle Jian, wait!"

After a brief period of anger, Ning Fengzhi quickly calmed down.

"There's something fishy about this. I noticed Rongrong's behavior was unusual before, and now it seems there was already a problem back then."

"The crux of the problem still lies within the sect!"

He paced back and forth, calmly analyzing the situation.

Then he summoned a middle-aged man and gave him instructions:

"Ning Chen, you need to investigate immediately the origin of Ning Rongrong's pet, and what happened after you got it. You need to investigate thoroughly without missing a single detail."

"And remember to keep this strictly confidential!"

"yes!"

After the man left, Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo again.

"Uncle Gu, you're quick. You still need to go to Rongrong's place. Remember, keep it a secret!"

"Fengzhi, don't worry!"

Bone Douluo's eyes flashed, revealing a ruthless look, hoping those people would know what was good for them.

In about half an hour, Ning Fengzhi obtained all the information about the "Little Prince".

Even the frequency of showering is noted.

"Lin Jiuxuan, the red thread of fate?"

Based on Ning Rongrong's onset time, he quickly identified a crucial clue.

But isn't that a bit too absurd?

Moreover, Ning Rongrong was in the wrong first.