Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Chapter 115 Influence on the Official Gazette

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Ha ha!!!"

A burst of laughter came from the core area of ​​the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong walked out of the training room with a radiant expression, a chilling smile appearing on his withered face.

"Uncle Bone, how are you feeling?"

Ning Fengzhi quickly stepped forward to meet him, with Sword Douluo Chen Xin following closely behind.

Gu Rong put away his smile and said seriously, "This Jade Bone Elixir is indeed effective. My cultivation efficiency has increased by about five percent, and I haven't felt anything unusual."

"I see...."

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Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, he hadn't expected that five percent wasn't an exaggeration, but a realistic assessment.

This has elevated his regard for Lin Yang to an unprecedented level.

Meanwhile, Chen Xin's emotions were also slightly fluctuating.

This old man will probably be able to cross that threshold in a few years.

Seemingly guessing Chen Xin's thoughts, Ning Fengzhi turned to Chen Xin and said, "Uncle Jian, don't worry, I will find a way to ask Lin Yang to make another batch of the potion."

Chen Xin, however, took it all in stride, smiling nonchalantly: "Let it be. Even if something like the Jade Bone Potion can be made, the quantity will definitely be limited. Maybe he really does only have these two doses left."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment. He did indeed think so, but he couldn't show it. "I'll contact Qinghe first and see if he can give me the potions he has. No matter the cost, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can afford it."

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "As for Lin Yang... Uncle Gu, I'll have to trouble you to make another trip and deliver these things to Lin Yang."

Ning Fengzhi took out a list from his pocket and handed it to Gu Rong.

Gu Rong opened it and was immediately shocked: "Feng Zhi, isn't this price too high?"

"Not really," Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "Uncle Gu, you've seen the effects of the potion. Someone like Lin Yang is someone you can only befriend; you absolutely cannot offend him."

"If they show sincerity and we become stingy, the relationship will come to an end."

Gu Rong wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the importance of befriending Lin Yang. He put the list into his storage soul tool and solemnly said, "Okay, I understand. I will personally hand this list to him."

"Thank you for your help, Uncle Bone!"

The ancient banyan tree flashed and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace, East Palace.

Xue Qinghe was working at his desk when the figure of the Serpent Spear Douluo quietly appeared in the hall.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Xue Qinghe didn't even raise his head, and said calmly, "Can you analyze it?"

Yu Long paused for a moment before replying, "Young Master, even the Grand Elder couldn't analyze the ingredients of this medicine, but he confirmed that it's harmless to the body."

Xue Qinghe, no, it was Qian Renxue, who raised her head, flipped her wrist, and a tube of milky white medicine appeared in her hand.

She examined the potion in her hand and muttered to herself, "Lin Yang, let me see just how many surprises you can bring me!"

After saying that, she opened the potion bottle and drank it all.

She Long's face paled in shock: "Young Master, you—"

Qian Renxue ignored him, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to cultivate her soul power.

A moment later, Qian Renxue opened her eyes, a look of disorientation flashing in them.

This potion can actually permanently improve cultivation efficiency.

She was already a peerless talent with innate level 20 soul power, and now that her cultivation efficiency has increased by 5%, it's like adding wings to a tiger for her.

Perhaps, it can even make up for the time she wasted in the past.

Her brother Yang's intentions were undeniably profound.

Unfortunately, this gift was intended for Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of Tiandou, not Qian Renxue, the Young Master of the Spirit Hall.

Thinking about this, Qian Renxue felt a strange sense of guilt, as if she were a liar.

But the thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before she dismissed it.

just wait.

Once she recruits Lin Yang to her side as the young master of the Spirit Hall, she will make up for all the deceptions she has committed in the past.

Just as she was deep in thought, Yu Long seemed to sense something, and with a flash, he suddenly disappeared from the hall.

Soon, a high-pitched voice came from outside the hall, "Your Highness, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi, requests an audience."

Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly, and she let out a sneer.

It seems that her teacher couldn't sit still any longer and set his sights on the bottle of medicine in her hand.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Soon, Qian Renxue's face regained its gentle and perfect smile, and she slowly got up and walked out of the hall.

Nottingham.

Nottingham is located in a very remote area.

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A month has passed since the Martial Soul Elite Tournament ended, and only now has the official gazette been slowly delivered to Notting City.

However, events like the Martial Soul Elite Tournament are clearly unattainable fantasies for most people, so very few people pay attention to them.

In the entire city of Nottingham, only a handful of people noticed the name Lin Yang in the official gazette!

Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

Yu Xiaogang read the official gazette word by word, his brows furrowing at first before relaxing.

"Lin Yang, Martial Soul: Sun Wheel Blade, Level 48 Soul Master... What a coincidence."

A scene from several years ago flashed through his mind: the child who had drawn a knife against him.

Although I can't quite remember his appearance, he was also named Lin Yang, and his martial soul was also a sword.

However, his innate soul power is only level five, and it is a malignant mutated martial soul.

After graduating from college, he completely disappeared without a trace.

Judging by my age, I'm eleven years old this year, and I'm probably not even at level twenty yet.

The idea flashed through his mind.

A faint smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's lips, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Without his guidance, the flaws of the malignant mutated martial soul would likely have been exposed.

Even if Lin Yang were to kneel and beg him now, it would be too late.

Some people, once missed... are gone forever.

His personal disciple, Tang San, is only ten years old this year, but his soul power level has already reached level twenty-three.

The Blue Silver Grass, originally considered a useless martial soul, has shown the level of control-type martial souls under his tutelage.

Yu Xiaogang also had a secret ambition that he had never told anyone.

The Martial Soul Elite Tournament five years from now should be the stage for his disciples to truly shine.

At that time, his disciples will prove to everyone that Yu Xiaogang is not a good-for-nothing.

At the same time, in the dean's office.

Su Hong carefully preserved the official gazette, his movements as light as if he were collecting some treasure.

Others may not know, but surely he does?

Lin Yang, mentioned in the official gazette, was a student who graduated from his academy.

He still clearly remembered that he had given Lin Yang a Soul Beast Compendium.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed. The little kid who was not even as tall as his waist back then is now far stronger than him.

As the dean, he was more proud and honored than anyone else.

He even wanted to loudly proclaim that Lin Yang was his student, a prodigy who had emerged from his academy and had now stepped onto the mainland stage.

But he can't!

He couldn't tell anyone anything about Lin Yang, not even mention it.

Several years ago, a powerful figure took away all of Lin Yang's information and even put him under a gag order.

However, in return, he also obtained a large amount of cultivation resources.

And all of this—was brought to him by Lin Yang.

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