Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a seductive power:
"You possess unparalleled twin martial souls! This is your greatest advantage! Just imagine, when you cultivate to the Title Douluo realm, and then add nine top-tier spirit rings of ten thousand years, or even one hundred thousand years, to your second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer! At that time, what about Dongfang Jing, what about the white-haired woman? Would you still be afraid of being their opponent? Your potential far surpasses all of them!"
These words were like a sudden awakening.
It instantly dispelled the gloom and doubts in Tang San's heart!
That's right! I possess twin martial souls! A unique advantage! My future is limitless!
"Teacher! I understand!"
Tang San's eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance, and his previous dejection vanished.
Instead, they were replaced by a burning ambition and fighting spirit.
All right,
There's no time left to grieve for Xiao Wu's departure.
Now, Tang San only had one thought in his mind!
Train like crazy! Become stronger at all costs!
Tang Hao watched this scene silently from the side, and felt a little relieved.
He was still hesitant about whether to continue having Yu Xiaogang, whose soul power was weak and whose theories seemed to be seriously flawed, teach Tang San.
In retrospect, this "master" still has some value.
"Alright," Tang Hao propped himself up, his voice tinged with weariness, "Flander, Zhao Wuji, Master, I'm entrusting this child, Xiao San, to your care."
"Dad, are you...are you leaving?" Tang San's eyes were full of reluctance and worry.
Tang Hao's gaze softened for a moment: "Dad has more important things to do. You just stay at Shrek Academy and cultivate with your friends."
He paused, then looked at his son earnestly: "I hope you'll surprise me next time we meet!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao's figure vanished from the office like a ghost.
The office was completely silent.
Tang San stared at the spot where his father had disappeared, clenching his fists tightly. His eyes hardened with unwavering resolve, and he growled, each word distinct and deliberate:
"Dad, don't worry! I will definitely become stronger! Strong enough to defeat Dongfang Jing! To avenge Xiao Wu! To save Mom!"
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon red.
Having set off from the Kingdom of Barak at noon, Dongfang Jing and his party drove north and have now entered the territory of the Kingdom of Silves.
The journey is long, and if an ordinary Soul Master were to travel at full speed, it would take at least a whole day.
But that's the advantage of having a car; they only took less than two and a half hours.
Dongfang Jing was driving a silver-gray supercar, with his younger sister Dongfang Yao in the passenger seat and Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in the back.
Biji and Ayin rode in the same car as Wang Qiu'er and Xiaowu.
Along the way, Dongfang Jing explained his past experiences to the three people in the car.
How did he survive being chased by Tang Hao and nearly die, only to be saved by a master and eventually become his disciple?
Of course, considering that outsiders were still present, he did not reveal the identities of Biji and the others as spirit beasts.
He planned to tell Yao'er about this privately.
"Smack!"
Dongfang Yao turned around to face the back seat, clasped her hands together, and sincerely apologized to Ning Rongrong: "I'm sorry, Rongrong, we're clearly good friends, but I kept it from you for so long."
Ning Rongrong had now figured out the ins and outs of the matter, and many of her previous confusions had suddenly become clear.
No wonder, back in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School,
She once caught a glimpse of Yao'er writing something that looked like a letter at her desk.
While playing in Yao'er's room, fabric resembling men's underwear was also found.
Ning Rongrong secretly glanced at Dongfang Jing, who was focused on driving and whose profile looked particularly serious.
This brother, could it be that he hasn't realized Yao'er's feelings yet?
"It's okay, I don't blame you." Ning Rongrong waved her hand, her feelings were complicated, and she didn't know what to say.
Being kept in the dark by my best friend for so long, it's hard not to feel a bit upset.
But as the sect leader's daughter, it was only right for her to take precautions, and Ning Rongrong could understand.
Ning Rongrong is no longer the naive child she once was; she understands the methods used by sects to recruit geniuses behind their glamorous facade.
Those who comply prosper, those who resist perish.
In other words, if Yao'er hadn't become Grandpa Sword's apprentice back then...
So her fate would be either to die at Tang Hao's hands,
Or they might be attacked by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale.
Just then, she overheard the conversation between the Dongfang siblings.
"Brother, are those seniors in the other cars all very strong?" Dongfang Yao asked curiously.
"Not very strong," Dongfang Jing said with certainty, looking straight ahead, "but very strong."
He began to introduce them one by one: "Look, in the orange sports car, the one with long emerald green hair is my master, Bi Ji. She made a breakthrough a few years ago, and her combat power soared. Her current soul power level is level ninety-eight."
"That woman with long, azure hair and a gentle demeanor, you can call her Sister A Yin. Don't be fooled by her current soul power level of only 93; her true combat strength is enough to rival a level 96 Title Douluo."
"And the person driving that car is called Wang Qiu'er. Well, she's a little older than you, you can just call her Qiu'er."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing in the back seat couldn't help but ask, "Then what about her soul power?"
"Level 61".
"Hiss!" Dongfang Yao and Zhu Zhuqing both gasped at the same time.
That's ruthless?!
Dongfang Yao, in particular, felt like the sky had fallen.
She was finally reunited with her brother whom she had been longing for, but why were there so many capable and beautiful older sisters with him?
Dongfang Jing saw his younger sister pursing her lips in the rearview mirror and assumed she was feeling the pressure from the difference in strength, so he comforted her, "Qiu'er's situation is a bit special, so don't compare yourself to her. Just remember that she is a partner we can trust and fight alongside."
"Let me introduce the two people in the red sports car. The one in the passenger seat is Bingdi, you can call her Sister Bing'er, a level 97 Super Douluo. The one driving next to her, I believe you have all seen her with your own eyes just now, is Xuedi, you can call her Sister Xue, a level 99 Limit Douluo."
After he finished speaking, the car fell silent, with only the steady hum of the engine remaining.
Although I had expected these people to be extraordinary.
But hearing these terrifying levels with my own ears was still incredibly shocking.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Dongfang Jing saw that the three women had different expressions; he had deliberately revealed this information.
Dongfang Yao was thrilled.
Doesn't this mean that these powerful predecessors will all be with them from now on? Wouldn't that make them invincible?!
"Zhu Zhuqing," Dongfang Jing's voice broke the silence again, "I've already mentioned your family's affairs in my previous letter, so I won't go into details here."
Your masters and others may offer some assistance, but never expect to rely on them completely. To truly control your own destiny, you can ultimately only rely on yourself.
"Yes! I understand!" Zhu Zhuqing nodded emphatically, her eyes shining with determination.
Dongfang Jing's lips curved into a gentle smile, his voice steady and reliable: "Until then, just focus on your cultivation and don't worry too much. You are Yao'er's good friend, and we will always be on your side when you need us."
"Thank you, Brother Jing." Zhu Zhuqing said gratefully.
When he finally called out "Big Brother," there was a hint of shyness in his voice.
Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback. "Big brother?"
This name seems quite good.
Then, his gaze fell on Ning Rongrong, whose face was still somewhat pale, through the rearview mirror, and he asked, "Ning Rongrong, if you have any questions, just ask."
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