Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 187 Blood Drawing
Yu Xiaogang's attitude was very sincere.

Ye Lingling was at a loss, so she decided to give up thinking and turned to Han Tao, seeking the captain's opinion: "What do you mean?"

"Should we treat him?"

Ning Rongrong glanced at the master, a hint of disdain on her lips, and spoke sarcastically:

"What a load of bull! He actually mocked the team's lineup and even said we can't win the championship? Bah!"

She stared at Ye Lingling, her tone haughty: "You think you can save just anyone? Don't you even know what kind of thing it is?"

"Ah, Holy Mother!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and then red, and his lips twitched slightly for a long time, showing that Ning Rongrong's sarcasm was not as pleasant as he had imagined.

Han Tao looked Yu Xiaogang up and down.

"Treatment is possible, but what price are you willing to pay?"

Upon hearing Han Tao's words, Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, but also felt a little secretly pleased.

"Could it be that he wants to become my disciple?"

Money? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has plenty of money; Han Tao clearly doesn't lack any.

All I can offer myself are my proud knowledge and theories, and a place at Shrek Academy!

The master's eyes shone brightly, and he slightly raised his chin: "You want my theories? Don't worry, as long as you become my disciple, I'm willing to teach you everything."

Snapped!
Ning Rongrong was sullen and angry, then slammed her hand on the table: "Who gave you your confidence?"

Han Tao wasn't in such a hurry. He waved his sleeve slightly, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Become an apprentice? I told you long ago, your garbage theories are worthless!"

"Bullshit!" Yu Xiaogang immediately retorted angrily.

When his theories were belittled, the master immediately flew into a rage, spouting eloquent and scathing remarks that were both enlightening and thought-provoking:
"Who on the Douluo Continent doesn't know the name of me, Grandmaster?"

"How can a frog at the bottom of a well know the vastness of the world, or understand the value and significance of the 'Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul'?"

Han Tao chuckled: "If you're so awesome, heal your arm bone first!"

"Or find a way to break through level 30 and become a Great Soul Master!"

Rongrong smiled gently, but her words carried a sharp edge, instantly causing it a prickling pain in its heart.

"Ha!" Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly.

He wanted to pin the "Honorary Elder" medal awarded by the Spirit Hall to his chest to vindicate his title of "Master," but with both arms broken, he obviously couldn't do such a thing. So he had to summon Luo Sanpao and, with the help of his mouth, complete the corresponding action.

“It looks like a dog!” Rongrong immediately mocked.

"Alright, alright, stop fiddling with that medal of yours! It's like being an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall has no real value."

Han Tao interrupted its movements, and then revealed his true purpose: "Blood, I need your blood!"

"why?"

Upon hearing this, the master hesitated on the spot, wondering, "Is my blood really that valuable?"

He was right; the bloodline of the Golden Sacred Dragon was indeed valuable, but it didn't play its corresponding role within the master's body.

At this moment, Han Tao needed to dispel his concerns:
"Don't overthink it. Your theories are worthless, and so is your blood!"

"I want your blood simply because your words offended Qibao Academy. If you want treatment, you will naturally have to pay a price!"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned: "Just because of this?"

“That’s exactly right!” Han Tao replied. “You don’t think I’m some kind of magnanimous person, do you?”

Outside, the sky remained bright, but the dazzling sunlight could not conceal the master's increasingly depressed and sorrowful heart.

"Alright!" the master agreed through gritted teeth.

"Ye Lingling, treatment, draw blood!"

Seeing that he agreed, Han Tao immediately gave the order. Ning Rongrong seemed to sense something, looked at Han Tao with some hesitation in her eyes, but now was not the time to investigate the reason.

The blade severed Yu Xiaogang's blood vessels, and the blood of the Golden Sacred Dragon within his body was extracted as his soul power circulated. As the light of the Nine-Hearted Begonia dissipated, Yu Xiaogang's left arm gradually recovered.

"Okay, that's fine!" Han Tao nodded.

"and many more!"

Yu Xiaogang was reluctant, but reluctantly raised his right hand and asked, "Where is my right hand? My right arm hasn't healed yet!"

"You took so much of my blood and only healed one arm. Don't you have any conscience?"

Ye Lingling said softly, "But I have no soul power left!"

Protecting her behind him, Han Tao explained solemnly:

"Yu Xiaogang, your condition is a fractured bone, which is not the same as a normal injury!"

"Healing you will require more soul power, and it obviously cannot be done in one go!"

Once his soul power recovers, he can extract blood again. Han Tao's plan made Ning'er's ears ring.

The master is not a brainless idiot.

He wouldn't be easily fooled. Pointing at Ning Rongrong, he said:
"Don't think I don't know! Her martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the strongest support-type soul master in the entire Douluo Continent!"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's fourth soul skill can increase a soul master's maximum soul power!"

Ning Rongrong interrupted: "It's the third soul skill!"

When Ye Lingling heard Yu Xiaogang say that "the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the strongest support-type in the entire Douluo Continent," she couldn't help but feel somewhat displeased.

"Hmph!" Ye Lingling scoffed.

With his usual cold expression, he turned and left, ignoring Yu Xiaogang's drooping right arm.

"How could she do this!" Yu Xiaogang jumped up in alarm. "Is this how your Qibao team manages its members? They have absolutely no sense of collective honor! Unlike my Shrek Academy, where every student respects their teachers."

Han Tao's expression turned cold: "You can get out now!"

"Our Seven Treasures Team is not for a piece of trash like you to lecture us!"

"You've gone too far!" Yu Xiaogang pointed at Han Tao.

Ning Rongrong wasn't about to let it get away with it. She kicked Yu Xiaogang away again and then slammed the door shut.

Yu Xiaogang had most of his blood drawn, and his body was trembling weakly, but he managed to use his fully recovered left hand to support himself and stand up.

Staring at the door in front of him, he sulked, "Damn it!"

a long time,

He then comforted himself, "At least my left hand has recovered, so it wasn't a complete waste of time."

"Although I lost face a bit, no one else saw it, so it won't affect my reputation!"

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang raised his head again, adopted an exceptionally arrogant posture, hung the "Medal of Honor" on his chest, and faced the beautiful world outside!
"Han Tao!"

Ning Rongrong asked with a slight hesitation, "What has Ye Lingling been doing lately? How come she's collected so much Soul Master blood?"

Within the same team, Ye Lingling's slightest actions could not escape her notice.

"She's studying bloodlines!"

Han Tao felt that Rongrong might not understand the explanation because it was too brief, so he explained it in a little more detail:
"Study the influence of bloodlines on the physique of Soul Masters!"

"Oh?" Ning Rongrong's eyes curved slightly.

A hint of smugness appeared between his brows, and he became elated: "So, is she helping me find a way to overcome the limitations of my physique?"

"Jie Jie"

(End of this chapter)