The next day, at noon, outside the Murong residence.
A large, gold-black carriage, pulled by four thousand-year-old Flame-Treading Horses, was an extravagant display of wealth.
"Son, my precious son, let's go, let's set off!"
Hearing Murong Fuhai's carefree shouts, Murong Huai scratched his head speechlessly.
"No, Dad, you're a Title Douluo now, can't you be a little more mature?"
Murong Fuhai wasn't angry when he heard his son's complaints.
"Hey, you brat, you're lecturing your old man now! Get in the carriage, let's go."
Bibi Dong stood obediently to the side, and upon seeing Murong Huai, she smiled happily.
"Brother Murong, you've come..."
Murong Huai smiled upon hearing this.
"Dong'er, let's go, get in the car and set off to hunt for soul rings."
"good."
Murong Huai helped Bibi Dong into the carriage, and Murong Fuhai also got into the carriage with a smile. The driver drove the carriage and soon drove away from Wuhun City.
...,
As dusk falls, outside the Starry Sky Forest, in a small town.
The Star Dou Great Forest wasn't too far from the Spirit Hall; it only took three or four hours to reach them. However, it was already late, so Murong Fuhai led the two to rest for the night in a small town outside the forest.
After finding an inn, Murong Fuhai ordered a table full of food, as he needed to replenish his energy after traveling all afternoon.
As usual, Murong Huai was happily gnawing on a pig's trotter in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right, his mouth dripping with oil. Seeing this, Bibi Dong covered her mouth and laughed, no longer holding back.
"Tch, country bumpkin..."
Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out. Bibi Dong and Murong Huai, who was showing off their food, turned around and saw a handsome little boy sitting at the next table. He was dressed in blue and white clothes, with a blue hair tie in his hair. He exuded a carefree and dashing air, a real little heartthrob.
Two people sat beside him. One was dressed in a white robe, with sharp eyes and bright eyebrows, and flowing white hair. He looked like a straight and sharp sword. The other was tall but thin, wearing black armor, with a few white strands mixed in with his black hair.
Hearing the little boy's mockery, Bibi Dong pouted and pointed at him, saying:
"Who are you, and why are you talking about us!"
Upon hearing this, the little boy crossed his arms and proudly said:
"My name is Ning Fengzhi, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!!!"
Bibi Dong was taken aback by Ning Fengzhi's words, then shook her head.
"Never heard of it..."
Upon hearing this, the adorable young boy Ning Fengzhi pouted, glanced at the two people beside him, and said:
"My two uncles are Contra players!!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong glanced at Murong Fuhai, who nodded in response. Bibi Dong then raised her head.
"My uncle is a Title Douluo!!!"
Bibi Dong didn't know Murong Fuhai's soul power level. She only recognized him because he didn't seem very old, yet he claimed to be a Title Douluo, clearly trying to intimidate her. Murong Fuhai smiled and shook his head, remaining silent.
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Ning Fengzhi was taken aback, then noticed the chicken leg on the table and said:
"My two uncles can eat five chicken drumsticks in one sitting!"
Bibi Dong was not to be outdone.
"My uncle can eat ten of them!!"
Ning Fengzhi stood up and continued:
"My uncle can eat a whole pig in five bites!"
"My uncle can finish it in three bites!" Bibi Dong said, hands on her hips.
Ning Fengzhi thought for a moment and said:
"My uncle dares to eat shit!!"
"Pfft, cough cough..."
Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, the two who were eating couldn't help but cough. Bibi Dong, without hesitation, replied:
"My uncle can eat a pound of food!"
"My uncle can eat five pounds!"
"My uncle weighs so many kilograms!"
"My uncle can't eat unless he poops..."
...,
Listening to the two little brats' simple, unpretentious banter, everyone in the restaurant watched this scene with great interest. Murong Huai quietly moved to Murong Fuhai's side and whispered, "..."
"Dad, how did Dong'er know you like to eat shit?"
"I don't know either..."
"oh oh."
Murong Huai received the answer and returned to his seat. Murong Fuhai, realizing what was happening, quickly said:
"Bullshit, I've never eaten shit, okay?"
"Yes, yes, you haven't tried it."
Murong Huai nodded, then continued eating.
Murong Fuhai:o(￣ヘ￣o#)
...,
After a while, Murong Huai pulled Bibi Dong back, and the two people at the next table also called Ning Fengzhi back, who bowed to Murong Fuhai and said:
"I am Chen Xin and Gu Rong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I do not know your name, senior."
The two were none other than Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, who would later become legendary figures. They were currently around forty to fifty years old, at the mid-level Soul Douluo realm. They had just sensed Murong Fuhai's soul power but had gained nothing.
Either the opponent is an ordinary person with no cultivation, or a Soul Master far more powerful than them. Since this is the Star Dou Great Forest, the former is clearly impossible.
Hearing their words, Murong Fuhai nodded.
"I am Murong Fuhai."
Upon hearing the name Murong Fuhai, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were immediately startled. Although Murong Fuhai was usually quite amusing at home, he was known outside as the infamous Demon Dragon Marshal.
During a past war between two great empires, Murong Fuhai led his 50,000 Black Flame Army, forcing the combined armies of both empires, numbering over 600,000, to retreat to their respective borders, thus averting a war without bloodshed.
Murong Fuhai, through his own efforts, forced the commanders of the two great empires to sign an agreement that wars involving more than 100,000 people would not break out within a hundred years, earning him great renown.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong immediately rose and bowed.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Demon Dragon. This junior is unruly and humbly begs your forgiveness, senior..."
Murong Fuhai waved his hand.
"No need for formalities. I am not one to stoop to the level of a junior."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Then Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance with Ning Fengzhi, who understood their meaning. He then took another cup, poured himself a glass of juice, and went to Murong Huai's side, saying:
"I'm sorry, it was my fault just now, I apologize to you."
Seeing this, Murong Huai felt a little embarrassed to be apologized to in front of a little kid. Murong Huai shook his head, raised his greasy hand, and indicated that he couldn't hold the cup.
"It's alright, it's alright."
Seeing this, Bibi Dong snatched the cup and gulped down all the juice, her cheeks puffed out.
"Hmph, why won't you apologize to me!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi muttered to himself:
"I didn't say anything about you..."
Bibi Dong bared her teeth in anger, a faint purple soul power surging around her. Seeing this, Murong Huai quickly wiped his hands clean on Murong Fuhai's clothes.
He quickly pulled Bibi Dong aside. What a joke! Ning Fengzhi is just a support-type Soul Master. If they really fought, he would be beaten black and blue by Bibi Dong.
The ancient banyan tree of the dust heart would naturally not sit idly by. Although there was no real threat, there was no need to make an enemy for no reason. It was just a little kid, not a big deal. He wouldn't get angry over something like that.
"Dong'er, Dong'er, you two have become friends through arguments, there's no need to resort to violence."
Then, Murong Huai was the first to extend his hand.
"Hello, my name is Murong Huai."
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also grasped Murong Huai's hand.
"My name is Ning Fengzhi."
"Ahem, Dong'er." Murong Huai gestured to Bibi Dong beside him, who pouted and said:
"Hmph, my name is Bibi Dong."
Seeing that nothing had happened to the three of them, Chenxin Gurong breathed a sigh of relief. If something had really gone wrong, it would have been difficult to handle.