Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The dormitory supervisor clutched the badge Wang Dong had thrown at her and quickly left the room.

He had to go see Dean Yan Shaozhe immediately; this matter was already beyond his jurisdiction.

This Tang San is such a troublemaker! He's already provoked the White Tiger Duke's son, and now he's planning a night raid on the young master of the Clear Sky Sect.

It's unbelievable that this ordinary-looking boy likes boys; this has really overturned the dormitory supervisor's worldview.

Wang Dong quickly walked to Hei Shen's side after the dormitory supervisor left.

When he saw the three purple spirit rings floating beneath his black feet, his pupils shrank: "You're a three-ring spirit master, and all three are thousand-year spirit rings?"

"Is there a problem?" Hei raised an eyebrow, his gaze carrying a hint of amusement.

"Monster!" Wang Dong blurted out, his tone filled with astonishment and disbelief. "Shrek Academy truly lives up to what Big Daddy said—a place teeming with hidden talents, but..."

His gaze swept over Tang San, who was bound by chains and unconscious, his eyes filled with disgust and loathing. "It's a pity that anyone can sneak in."

Originally thought to be a gifted Tang Clan disciple, he now only felt that the person in front of him exuded a nauseating evil aura.

"If Ancestor Tang San knew that someone was using his name to commit despicable acts," Wang Dong turned his head to look at Hei, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, "what do you think that Tang Clan patriarch would think?"

"He'd probably be so angry he'd grab his trident and yell at him, 'Tang San, you're practically asking for death!'"

"Pfft~" Upon hearing this, Wang Dong burst out laughing.

Hei stared at Tang San, who was bound by chains of light, his gaze as cold as a frozen pool.

The faintly glowing chains rippled upon contact with the other's skin, as if resisting some more powerful force—a phenomenon no ordinary Soul Master could cause.

Fingertips traced the edge of the chain, and the alarm bells rang loudly in Black Heart.

The fact that this "Tang San" could generate a killing intent feedback from the light element indicates that he has absolutely no connection with the Tang Buddha from the God Realm.

What's even more terrifying is that beneath the subtle killing intent surrounding the other party lies a lurking, almost obsessive, desire for something.

Given the chance, this imposter would probably stop at nothing to replace Tang San of the God Realm.

"Interesting." A dangerous smile curved his lips as he stroked his chin in deep thought.

If used well, this piece could become the key to disrupting the balance of power on the continent.

But before that, you must first find out what the other party has up their sleeve.

Just as he was deep in thought, Wang Dong spoke up again, asking, "Hei, you're so amazing, your sister must be amazing too, right? So who's the more amazing one between you two?"

Hei's strength has reached the Soul Master realm, and he also possesses three thousand-year soul rings. Therefore, it can be inferred that his sister's strength must also be formidable.

"Bai Yu and I..." Hei snapped out of his reverie, a confident smile playing on his lips, and teased, "Her cultivation level is the same as mine, but if it really comes down to a fight, I can suppress her completely so she can't even stand up."

"Huh?" Wang Dong's eyes widened, his face filled with surprise and confusion.

Hei explained, "My elemental attribute is light, while my sister's is dark. To a certain extent, I can completely counter her!"

"Wait!" Wang Dong interrupted Hei, his pink and blue eyes scrutinizing him intently. Then, recalling Bai Yu's appearance, he asked in confusion, "Your attributes must be reversed, right? Why do you have black hair but possess the Light attribute, while your sister has the Dark attribute?"

"Oh, this?" Hei looked at Wang Dong, who was full of curiosity, and asked in return, "Do you want to know the specific reason?"

"miss you!"

"I don't know!" Wang Dong:
"Black!!!" Wang Dong was extremely dissatisfied with the answer "black," and couldn't help but pout, looking like a girl coquettishly pouting at a man.

Seeing this, Hei looked disgusted and even took a step back: "You're a handsome man, don't act like a girl, it's disgusting!"

"I"

"how?"

"It's nothing!" Wang Dong turned his face away, secretly alarmed, he had almost given himself away. He wondered to himself why his martial spirit felt particularly comfortable whenever he was with Hei, a feeling that was truly strange.

Hei saw through it but didn't point it out, crossing his arms and continuing to ponder what had just happened.

Seeing that Hei didn't press the matter further, Wang Dong breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze to the unconscious Tang San, pondering how to deal with this freak when the dean arrived.

Tang San in a coma:
In the dean's office of the Martial Soul Department, Yan Shaozhe did not return to the inner courtyard to rest early as usual tonight.

As for the reason, a new student with the same name as their revered ancestor Tang San caused a lot of trouble for the academy.

Originally, the murder that happened that morning had finally calmed the anger of the elders of the Sea God Pavilion.

But who could have predicted that that very afternoon, Dai Huabin, the second son of the White Tiger Duke's mansion, would clash with the newborn Tang San again.

After a fierce battle, the two ended up both severely injured.

This is simply...
Yan Shaozhe wanted to get angry at the two of them, but when he thought of the school rules and the teachers, he could only silently start cleaning up Tang San's mess.

After all, this is the genius boy that the teachers have their eye on, and also the key to keeping Mo Yan, that naturally evil girl, in check in the future.

However, rather than trying to check Mo Yan, Yan Shaozhe preferred to make Tang San the next Sea God Pavilion Master. He felt that the orphan was the best candidate for that position.

Just as Yan Shaozhe was pondering how to write a letter to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, there was a sudden knock on the door of the Dean's office.

He immediately stopped writing, a question forming in his mind: "Who could be looking for me so late? Could it be Mei'er?"

Despite his suspicions, Yan Shaozhe calmly said, "Please come in."

The door opened immediately, and the freshman dormitory supervisor rushed in anxiously: "Dean, something terrible has happened!"

Seeing the dormitory supervisor's hurried figure, Yan Shaozhe vaguely guessed that something had happened again, but he remained calm and asked in a calm tone, "What happened this time?"

The dormitory supervisor relayed to Yan Shaozhe exactly what Hei and Wang Dong had just said, and then took out Wang Dong's Haotian Sect Young Master Token.

After hearing the dormitory supervisor's explanation, Yan Shaozhe's mouth gaped open in astonishment. He even forgot to take the token handed to him and asked with a serious expression, "You mean Tang San wants it?"

His voice stopped abruptly, his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

Such behavior is beyond human capability! I thought Tang San was just a troublemaker, but I never expected him to do something like this to the young master of the Clear Sky Sect. This is simply challenging the bottom line!
Yan Shaozhe, who had lived for nearly two hundred years, felt this way for the first time in his life.

He suddenly realized that it was a wise move to let Mo Yan take the position of the Sea God Pavilion Master, at least there he wouldn't have to be constantly on guard against backstabbing.

"Come on! Take me there!"

Yan Shaozhe slammed down his pen, the letter crumpling in ink stains. His temples throbbed, and the raging anger in his eyes almost set the surrounding air ablaze.

(End of this chapter)