Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 100 Asylum
Hey, I'm here!

Just as Han Tao was worried,
Ning Rongrong suddenly flung open the door and jumped out of the lounge.

Her face was beaming with joy, like a squirrel that had just eaten a fruit, the corners of her mouth curving slightly upwards:
"It's really rare to see you take the initiative to come to me."

Han Tao rubbed his forehead: "Stop fooling around, we have something important to discuss."

"Oh?" A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Our next opponent is Canghui Academy."

"Never heard of it. Is there anything noteworthy about it?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head, puzzled.

Han Tao pondered for a moment before realizing that she had only spent half a day at Shrek Academy and had not yet come into contact with Canghui Academy.

Under the influence of this butterfly effect, the world line has shifted, and past experiences may be distorted.

Noting down this clue, Han Tao continued his story:

"The instructor leading the team from Canghui Academy is named Shi Nian. His martial spirit is the mental type 'Remnant Dream,' which is skilled at weaving nightmares and dragging enemies into an eternal illusion to torment them to death."

Ning Rongrong's expression was somewhat serious.

I don't know if it was because I was afraid of Shi Nian, or for some other reason.

Han Tao did not notice.

Ning Rongrong listened intently to every word he said.

“At that time, they may come to attack us.”

This is not an isolated case.

Every year during the National Elite Soul Master Tournament, many of the teachers from these academies would launch attacks on members of lower-level teams.

Tang San is neither the first nor the last.

Ning Rongrong looked somewhat surprised: "We are from the Upper Three Sects!"

These attacked members shared a common trait: genius and a lack of background.

There's no need to attack someone who isn't a genius.

Because they have powerful connections, they dare not attack.

"You have a point."

Han Tao nodded: "Generally speaking, this view is not wrong, but the problem is..."

Han Tao stopped answering.

Han Tao and Ning Rongrong are two people targeted by fate.

Others may be negligent or careless, but you cannot be. Every step you take must be taken with extreme caution.

"What's the problem? Tell me quickly, what's the problem?"

Ning Rongrong hates punctuation.

With a face full of curiosity, she asked the question with great eagerness.

Han Tao didn't know how to explain the concept of "luck". He told Ning Rongrong that Tang San was the child of luck and that they had stolen his opportunity, so they were targeted by luck.
Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed, gently shaking Han Tao's arm, her expression like a tangled ball of yarn.

One thread, two threads, tangled together again and again.

After a long silence, Han Tao decided to tell her some of the truth.

As someone targeted by fate, you have the right to know the truth.

Han Tao rubbed his temples and reluctantly proposed a concept:
"Fate, do you know that?"

Ning Rongrong slowly typed out a question mark: "Luck?"

"Yes, for some reason, we are being targeted by fate."

Han Tao's expression was serious.

Ning Rongrong stared intently into his eyes for a long time, and then she burst out laughing, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"You actually believe this?"

Han Tao hurriedly explained, "Haven't you noticed how many life-or-death crises we faced after obtaining the immortal herb?"

She stopped laughing and began to think.

After a long silence, she slowly gave her answer: "It seems that's indeed the case!"

"You mean we're all being targeted by fate?"

She emphasized the word "都".

Han Tao rubbed his forehead. Ning Rongrong was always like this, with inexplicable points of interest.

"Hmm," Han Tao responded with a half-hearted "hmm."

After learning the truth.

To Han Tao's great surprise, Ning Rongrong was not afraid; on the contrary, she seemed quite happy.

"What are you laughing at?" "Nothing."

She turned her head away, avoiding Han Tao's question.

Ning Rongrong was naturally happy; luck wasn't targeting anyone, but it was specifically targeting her and Han Tao.

What does this mean?
This shows that she and Han Tao are destined to be together.

You won't believe me? Look, even fate is bringing us together.

Thinking of this, she quietly hid in a corner and secretly let out a strange "hehehe" laugh.

Han Tao couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

The Heavenly Dou Empire is located near the north, and the weather in October was surprisingly cold.

Han Tao couldn't help but shudder.

In reality, he felt very insecure because he lacked the means to deal with the illusion.

"If Shi Nian comes now, wouldn't Ning Rongrong and I be finished?"

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall!"

Time was of the essence, and Han Tao had no time to think.

He came to Ning Rongrong's side, grabbed her hand, and ran towards Ning Fengzhi's direction.

With Sword Douluo protecting Ning Fengzhi, Shi Nian couldn't cause any trouble.

Ning Rongrong blushed and let Han Tao lead her body, following his steps.

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Han Tao and Ning Rongrong barged in.

"Master, master!"

Ning Fengzhi sprayed a mouthful of tea onto the book "Not Showing Joy or Anger on One's Face".

"Ah, my book, my book!"

Looking somewhat anxious, he took out a cloth from his soul tool and wiped the book.

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He then turned his gaze to the two of them.

Han Tao and Ning Rongrong are not as important as that book.

"What's wrong with you two?"

His gaze swept across Han Tao's face and finally settled on Ning Rongrong's wrist, then he coughed twice.

Han Tao was holding her wrist.

Noticing his master's gaze, he realized something was amiss, quickly let go, and took a half-step back.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong immediately objected.

She grabbed Han Tao's wrist and forcibly pulled him to her side, then glared at Ning Fengzhi with wide eyes, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Ning Fengzhi's eye twitched slightly.

He quickly ordered the guards to close the gate.

As the door closed, he turned around and earnestly advised Ning Rongrong:
"Rongrong, how many times have I told you to be serious in public and to be mindful of your image?"

"Your martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. If nothing unexpected happens, you will inherit my mantle. You must carefully consider and weigh the pros and cons before making any decisions."

As Han Tao listened, he sensed that something was amiss.

Ning Fengzhi seems to be developing the same kind of eloquence as Tang Sanzang, he's so talkative.

Fortunately, he was referring to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and didn't speak, but she slightly tightened her fingers.

Han Tao felt his wrist being gripped tightly.

He turned his head slightly and met Rongrong's gaze, then he understood what the girl meant.

He interrupted Ning Fengzhi's narration:

"Master, there are some things."

"Shi Nian from Canghui Academy might attack and kill me and Rongrong. The real reason I came here this time is to seek refuge."

Han Tao's statement is absurd.

"In what year?" Ning Fengzhi asked, puzzled.

"No, how dare he, a Soul Saint?"

In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, Han Tao and Ning Rongrong were no weaklings.

With Ning Rongrong's assistance, Han Tao could easily defeat Zhao Wuji, so Shi Nian, who is of the same level, shouldn't pose a threat.
However, this also aligns with Han Tao's personality: cautious, timid, and scheming.
He stared blankly at the two of them.

Ning Rongrong's hand never let go.

(End of this chapter)