After hearing Yin Zhang's request, Qin Ming was deeply moved.
It wasn't an unreasonable condition at all. Joining Spirit Hall was something countless people dreamed of yet could never achieve.
When Zhao Wuji heard the words "Dragon Turtle Douluo," his heart sank.
A Titled Douluo was not someone he could afford to offend.
Not to mention that the boy standing before them was a genius student of Spirit Hall. If he truly offended someone like this, his end would be miserable.
"Dean… Teacher Zhao?"
Qin Ming looked at Flender and Zhao Wuji, clearly eager.
"Sigh. Go ahead."
Flender waved his hand helplessly.
He understood better than anyone how much Qin Ming longed to participate in the Elite Tournament. If there had been no opportunity, that would be one thing—but now that the chance was right in front of him, refusing would only leave Qin Ming with lingering resentment, even if he said nothing aloud. That would only damage their relationship in the long run.
In the original records, Shrek Academy had once claimed that a graduate of theirs became the youngest Elder under the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, second only to one person and above ten thousand others.
That was complete nonsense.
Not to mention that even Bibi Dong herself was heavily constrained by the Hall of Worship within Spirit Hall. While a "youngest Elder" would indeed be considered a powerful figure, later facts proved that claim to be nothing more than bragging.
Zhao Wuji turned away and sighed softly. This was the only option they had.
Who told them their academy simply wasn't good enough?
To force such an outstanding student to go to another academy just to participate in the Elite Tournament—this was truly a great humiliation.
Only then did Qin Ming turn to Yin Zhang.
"I agree. Which academy do I need to go to?"
Yin Zhang chuckled.
"Come with me to see Uncle Tang first. After that, Uncle Tang will contact the royal family, and we'll make further arrangements."
"Uncle Tang?" Qin Ming asked in confusion.
"Yes. Dragon Turtle Douluo. He's a junior of my teacher. He only became a Titled Douluo not long ago and was sent by my teacher to protect us on this trip."
As he spoke, Yin Zhang led Qin Ming toward the place where they had rested at noon.
There were still matches in the afternoon, and Tang Zhen and the others were currently resting in the lounge area.
Flender and Zhao Wuji were both secretly shocked by Yin Zhang's words.
The Dragon Turtle Douluo was actually a junior of this boy's teacher?
And the word "sent" implied that Yin Zhang's teacher must belong to the absolute top tier of Spirit Hall—most likely a Peak Douluo!
Zhao Wuji swallowed hard, watched the two figures walking away, and said slowly,
"Flender… I want to go back to Suotuo City. This place is terrifying."
Hearing this, Flender didn't answer directly. He pressed his forehead and sighed.
"Sigh. Since that kid has such a powerful backing, Qin Ming joining Spirit Hall won't be a waste of his talent."
"In the future, if Qin Ming gains a certain status in Spirit Hall, maybe the grudges between you and Spirit Hall can be resolved as well."
Zhao Wuji grinned.
"If that's the case… that actually sounds pretty good."
The reason Tang Zhen was being so high-profile on this trip was also because of Golden Crocodile's instructions.
Although Spirit Hall's prestige on the continent was already immense, on the surface there were only Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong.
That wasn't enough.
Thus, Tang Zhen—who had only recently become a Titled Douluo—was given this task: to further spread Spirit Hall's authority across the continent and elevate its status in the hearts of the people.
The first step was the most direct one—leading students to the Elite Tournament and publicly announcing the birth of yet another Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall.
The effect was immediate. Many high-level Spirit Master academies that came to Heaven Dou City, as well as those within the Heaven Dou Empire, all learned of this news.
Yin Zhang brought Qin Ming to Tang Zhen, but first asked Qin Ming to wait outside.
"Uncle Tang," Yin Zhang said, "I have an acquaintance here. His academy doesn't have the qualifications to participate in the competition, and he's in a difficult position. I wanted to ask whether he could be transferred to another academy to participate."
Tang Zhen nodded.
"Oh? Of course. But his Spirit Power can't be too low, and he must be under twenty-five."
"Bring him over, then. I'll go speak with Xue Ye and arrange it."
Hearing that there was no problem, Yin Zhang chuckled.
"Don't worry. Once he comes, plenty of academies will be fighting over him."
"What's his cultivation level?" Tang Zhen asked curiously.
"Spirit Ancestor."
Tang Zhen was slightly surprised.
"That's strange. Most academies don't even have Spirit Ancestor–level students. How could… then again, no qualification to participate? Is there really such an academy?"
"Of course," Yin Zhang replied. "He comes from a bush-league academy. The number of students there isn't even greater than the number of teachers. After seeing his information, I thought I'd help him out. As for the price—after he graduates, he has to come work for Spirit Hall."
Tang Zhen smiled with satisfaction.
"In that case, I'll definitely help."
Yin Zhang smiled faintly and brought Qin Ming inside.
"Uncle Tang, this is the Spirit Ancestor I told you about."
"This is Qin Ming. His Spirit is—"
Before Yin Zhang could finish, Qin Ming quickly stepped forward.
"Greetings, Your Excellency. My name is Qin Ming. Spirit: Blazing Wolf. I'm twenty-three years old this year, with level forty-six Spirit Power…"
After hearing Qin Ming's introduction, Tang Zhen nodded repeatedly.
"Your talent is indeed excellent. That academy of yours truly held you back."
"I'll contact some people for you. Come find me again after the afternoon matches end."
Qin Ming and Yin Zhang walked out together.
Looking at Yin Zhang's profile, Qin Ming spoke with deep gratitude.
"I don't even know your name yet. I'm truly grateful to you. If I couldn't participate in the Elite Tournament, it would've been the greatest regret of my life."
"No need to thank me," Yin Zhang said with a soft laugh. "Didn't I also set a condition?"
"My name is Yin Zhang. I'm eleven years old this year. Spirit: Charizard. Level thirty-eight Battle Spirit Elder. Please take care of me in the future, Brother Qin Ming."
Qin Ming froze on the spot.
Level thirty-eight… Battle Spirit Elder… at eleven years old?!
Watching Qin Ming's retreating figure, Qiangu Yunying walked over curiously.
"Xiao Zhang, who is he?"
"His name is Qin Ming…"
Yin Zhang explained slowly as Qiangu Yunying listened attentively.
"There's actually an academy like that?" she exclaimed after hearing everything. "More teachers than students, and they can't even gather seven people in total. I never would've imagined it."
She sighed softly.
"The world is vast, full of all kinds of wonders. Some people even awaken Pig Spirits, don't reach level thirty, yet still shout all day long, 'There are no trash Spirits, only trash Spirit Masters!'"
Yin Zhang couldn't help but tease.
"Oh? Is there really someone like that?"
"Of course. He even has a title—though it's self-proclaimed: 'Grandmaster.'"
Nuoding City.
Yu Xiaogang: "Achoo! Who's thinking about me? Is it Bibi Dong?"
And at last, Dugu Bo and his son, Dugu Xin, finally tracked them down.
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