Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 133 Showdown
Han Tao demonstrated the phosphorescent flowers, which drifted in the air like smoke and dust until they dissipated.

Like a dream, a certain light and shadow appearing in the sky, broken and withered.

Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengzhi emerged from the illusion and saw the old man standing outside.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

"What did he say?"

Upon seeing the two of them emerge, Chen Xin immediately asked a question.

"nothing."

"He was only given ten million in research funding."

Sword Douluo was immediately displeased: "Ten million?"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong, both titled Douluo and serving as retainers of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, only receive a monthly allowance of 20,000 gold soul coins.

Ning Fengzhi looked slightly embarrassed: "Yes!"

Seeing that Sword Douluo's expression was not quite right, he forced a smile and explained, "Researching theories requires investment!"

"That's outrageous!" Sword Douluo shouted.

"Bone Douluo only earns 20,000 gold soul coins per month, and Han Tao took 50 years' worth of his money just to research a theory?"

He was talking about Bone Douluo, but he was referring to himself.

Han Tao's expression was unusual.

Ning Fengzhi is being far too stingy.

Title Douluo are treasured by every faction, yet the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the wealthiest of all, offered such a low price for their two strongest pillars.

"They're really bullying honest people!"

Han Tao had nothing to say.

Greed comes at a price.

Han Tao stood quietly watching Ning Fengzhi demonstrate his techniques.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Fengzhi spoke:

"Theoretical research requires investment, and since it's an investment, it naturally needs a return!"

"Han Tao needs to apply, report, and get approval every time he uses the investment money, and he can only use it if it is reasonable."

"But you're different. The money you receive is real, hard-earned. You can use it with peace of mind, and no one will investigate where the money goes."

Rongrong covered her mouth and laughed.

There are no complicated procedures involved in Han Tao spending money.

I bought the Concentration Mother Tree for Ye Lingling on the spot, but I never heard of any "approval" or anything like that.

Sword Douluo looked at Han Tao with a doubtful expression: "Really?"

"Nonsense!" Han Tao rolled his eyes.

He took out the financial statements and handed them to Sword Douluo.

Sword Douluo stared at the dazzling array of numbers and symbols, and suddenly felt drowsy.

He glanced around furtively and, seeing that no one had noticed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't let anyone find out that I don't know anything!"

Pretending to be knowledgeable, he casually picked up a string of numbers, pointed at them, and then handed the report back to Han Tao.

"Alright!" Sword Douluo sighed.

His gaze shifted from Ning Fengzhi to Han Tao, where he noticed the young man holding Rongrong's hand.

Anger welled up within him, and he immediately retorted, "Han Tao, your attitude is problematic!"

"At the sect's annual meeting, I taught you that a Title Douluo cannot be dishonored!"

In an instant, Chen Xin drew his Seven Kill Sword, intending to separate Han Tao and Ning Rongrong.

But at that moment, a layer of light and shadow suddenly obscured the sky.

"An illusion!" Ning Fengzhi quickly dodged backward.

Once trapped in an illusion, a Title Douluo's enhanced perception allows him to escape it.

But he can't do it, and that's just how it is.

Sword Douluo summoned his martial soul, circulated the Seven Kill Soul Power, and used the macroscopic structure of the soul power to build a domain unique to the Seven Kill Sword.

"Seven Kill Domain!"

The domain can sense Han Tao's location.

"Rongrong?"

Ning Rongrong appeared from all directions.

Physical perception, mental perception, and territorial perception showed drastically different results, leaving Chenxin unsure which to believe. Moreover...
Wherever Han Tao was, Ning Rongrong was there to accompany him.

"A difficult decision."

"An illusion, this is fucking outrageous!!"

Illusion and reality, like parallel lines across generations, intersect at a certain moment, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Ning Rongrong, in her illusion, uttered her innocent voice:

"Grandpa Sword, look! This is a card worth ten million gold soul coins. Isn't it beautiful?"

Like a microcosm, the fake Rongrong happily took out the card and showed it to Sword Douluo.

Under the sunlight, the cards are dazzling and exquisite.

"interference!"

"This is a disturbance!"

Sword Douluo tried to calm down and seek an opportunity to break the deadlock.

However, Han Tao in the illusion would not give him such an opportunity.

Ning Rongrong's voice was vivid, coming from every corner of the illusion, her words penetrating the soul and resounding in Chen Xin's ears.

Interference may not have much effect on people with strong willpower.

However, Ning Rongrong's voice was incredibly effective at interfering with Sword Douluo's judgment.

"To attack the enemy, you need to start by exploiting their weaknesses."

Both Shi Nian and Hai Wang Douluo did it this way, and Han Tao can take it as a reference.

"A titled Douluo cannot be insulted?"

Han Tao's voice was contemptuous, but the source was unclear, which greatly angered Sword Douluo.

They wanted to attack, but couldn't pinpoint Han Tao's location.

He could escape, but he couldn't let go of his pride as a Title Douluo.

He was afraid of harming Rongrong with his wide-range soul skill, so he could only stand awkwardly in place.

Holding the Seven Kill Sword, cosplaying a cool look.

After a long standoff, Sword Douluo finally spoke, his tone neither warm nor cold.

"I admit I underestimated you!"

"For a Soul Master to last this long, they certainly deserve ten million gold soul coins."

Han Tao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Soul power gradually emerged from the "Shen Ting acupoint," and the illusion dissipated.

Sword Douluo's vision gradually became clear.

Three different perceptions, three different images of people in different positions, and numerous sources of sound—all of them are wrong!

now
Han Tao was standing behind Rongrong, panting heavily.

Simulating a human figure and maintaining realism requires mental energy.

Stimulating the "Shen Ting acupoint" with soul power to trigger an illusion also requires consuming soul power.

What did I just do?

Han Tao asked, somewhat incredulously.

The Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda spun in the air, and different colored lights alternately bloomed on Han Tao's body.

"we won?"

Ning Rongrong was currently lost in happy thoughts, wandering in a carefree world.

Perhaps it was the joy of victory, or perhaps it was the excuse of celebration to launch a grand confession, a complete release of emotions.
She shouted loudly, "Han Tao, we won!"

After the illusion disappeared, the mental network connection was broken.

Han Tao calmed down a bit and accepted the reality: "Yes, we won."

Rongrong smiled and said, "With my help, you fought against Grandpa Sword and won!"

"Remember, you only won because of [my] help."

"Please, please don't overlook my role."

She added extra emphasis to the word "I".

Han Tao agreed with her statement: "Indeed, if it weren't for you, Sword Douluo wouldn't have been so hesitant to act."

"Hmph!" Rongrong turned her head away.

Han Tao's explanation annoyed her; that man...
How can you be so "dull"?!
(End of this chapter)