Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 664 Tang Hao
As Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Dai Mubai, and the others left in a daze, the deafening cheers in the Soul Arena continued.

It lasted for a full fifteen minutes before gradually subsiding after repeated signals from the referee.

Afterwards, Dai Chengfeng left the center of the venue under the guidance of staff.

At this moment, Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu still had excited blushes on their faces.

"We won! We won!" Ning Rongrong clapped her hands excitedly.

Hu Liena was relatively reserved, but she gazed deeply at Dai Chengfeng with her captivating eyes, a proud smile playing on her lips:
"That last strike was beautiful."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but simply handed over a handkerchief.

Dai Chengfeng took the handkerchief and wiped the blood Tang San had smeared on his hands.

"Let's go, get out of here first."

Soon, Dai Chengfeng put away the handkerchief and looked around.

Countless eyes in the audience were still focused on them, and Dai Chengfeng disliked the feeling of being watched.

The group left the arena through a private passage, where the crowds outside remained immense.

The guards of the Spirit Hall were already lined up and waiting, keeping the frenzied crowd at bay.

Dai Chengfeng maintained a gentle smile and waved to both sides, drawing another wave of cheers.

Only after boarding the carriage returning to the Spirit Hall and the carriage doors closing, shutting out all the noise from the outside world, did Dai Chengfeng finally breathe a sigh of relief and lean back in the soft seat.

"Tired?"

Hu Liena keenly sensed his state and asked softly.

"Kind of."

Dai Chengfeng closed his eyes to rest. "Tang San is more troublesome than I imagined, but the main problem is that there are too many people around, which is troublesome."

"Let's not talk about him anymore! Dai Chengfeng, you won so well today, we should celebrate, right?"

Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's suggestion, Xiao Wu immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes! I heard that a new barbecue restaurant opened in the eastern district of Wuhun City, and it's delicious."

Zhu Zhuqing rarely spoke up, saying, "You expended a lot of energy today, you should replenish yourself."

Seeing that Dai Chengfeng had no objection, Hu Liena smiled and made the decision: "Then let's go."

"I know that shop; their skills are indeed excellent."

The carriage turned and headed towards the eastern district.

The barbecue restaurant is called "Zhihunxuan". It is not a big place, but it is elegantly decorated.

The owner was an elderly man with gray hair. Upon seeing Hu Liena and Dai Chengfeng, he immediately and respectfully led them into the innermost private room.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, and ladies, it is an honor to have you grace our humble shop with your presence."

The old man personally presented the menu, saying, "Today, our shop has fresh Fiery Bull Ribs and Snow Deer Tenderloin, both of which were just delivered this morning."

"You can arrange it as you see fit, just pick the best ones," Dai Chengfeng said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely satisfy Your Highness."

After the old man left, only five people remained in the private room.

Xiao Wu looked around curiously. The private room was separated by an elegant bamboo curtain, with several landscape paintings hanging on the wall and a corner burning with delicate incense, which was quite a contrast to the name "barbecue restaurant".

"I didn't expect there to be a place like this in Wuhun City." Ning Rongrong was also quite surprised.

Hu Liena poured tea for the group: "This old bishop couldn't stay idle after retiring, so he opened this shop."

"His two greatest passions in life are studying spirit beasts and studying food. The food processing and cooking methods here are all his own creations, and you can't find them anywhere else."

Soon, the dishes were served one after another.

Just as Huliena had said, these roasted meats were quite different from what one usually sees.

The ribs of the Fiery Bull were sliced ​​thinly and placed on a hot black stone slab, sizzling as the meat slices quickly curled and changed color, releasing a rich aroma.

Even more remarkably, there were faint red specks of light swirling on the slices of meat—fire-attribute energy locked within the meat by a special technique. "This meat..." Dai Chengfeng picked up a slice and put it in his mouth, his eyes lighting up.

The meat is tender and juicy, melting in your mouth, and a gentle fire-attribute energy slides down your throat, slowly nourishing your meridians and soul power.

"Delicious!" Xiao Wu couldn't wait to start eating.

Zhu Zhuqing also ate in small bites, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her cool eyes.

Ning Rongrong ate while sighing, "If my Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu knew this, they'd probably be coming here every day."

The five of them chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

This meal took nearly an hour.

Finally, Dai Chengfeng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and looked at everyone: "You all go back first, I still have some things to take care of."

"Hmm?" Xiao Wu looked up, a little sauce still on her lips. "What's up so late?"

Hu Liena's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had guessed something, but she didn't say anything.

Ning Rongrong asked curiously, "Do you need any help?"

“No need, it’s just a personal matter.” Dai Chengfeng stood up, his smile gentle but undeniable. “You all go back to the Spirit Hall first and get some rest. You’ve all had a hard day.”

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him quietly, and after a long while, nodded gently: "Okay."

Hu Liena also stood up: "Then I'll take them back. Be careful yourself."

"rest assured."

The four girls paid their bill and left—the owner absolutely refused to accept the money, but in the end Hu Liena insisted on leaving behind a bag of gold soul coins.

Dai Chengfeng stood at the entrance of Zhihun Pavilion, watching the carriage disappear around the street corner, his smile gradually fading.

He turned and walked in the opposite direction from the Spirit Hall.

As night deepened, fewer and fewer pedestrians appeared on the streets of Wuhun City.

Dai Chengfeng walked at a leisurely pace, as if it were just an evening stroll.

He walked through the bustling eastern district, past the quiet residential area, and finally arrived at a grove of trees at the foot of the city wall.

This place is far from the main urban area, with only a few soul guide lamps emitting a dim yellow light, barely illuminating the forest path.

Dai Chengfeng stopped in his tracks.

The night wind rustled through the trees. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

“Since you’re here, senior, why hide your identity?” Dai Chengfeng said calmly.

Deep in the woods, a dark figure slowly emerged.

The man was tall and wore a large black cloak with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of his face.

But Dai Chengfeng recognized him at a glance—that deep, ocean-like, and mountain-like aura was something few people on the entire continent possessed.

Tang Hao.

Haotian Douluo, Tang San's father.

"You knew I would come." Tang Hao's voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Dai Chengfeng turned to face him, a smile on his face: "Senior is a man of his word, and I will naturally keep my promise. So, have I done what I promised you?"

Tang Hao remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Before the match began, he made a deal with Dai Chengfeng—if Dai Chengfeng defeated Tang San in the match, Tang Hao would grant him one request.

Dai Chengfeng's condition was: to learn the Haotian Sect's secret technique, the Ring-Breaking Technique.

“Bibi Dong still doesn’t know the identity of the mistress,” Tang Hao said slowly, his gaze beneath the cloak sharp as a knife. “You have indeed kept your promise.”

Dai Chengfeng smiled and said, "I always keep my word."

(End of this chapter)