Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

On the streets of Tiandou City, Tang San was searching for the former territory of the Tang Clan.

For some reason, when he asked passersby on the street, no one knew where the Tang Clan was, as if they had never heard of the name before.

If Tang Ya hadn't refused to reveal the information, he wouldn't have wasted so much time here.

As the saying goes, the word "fate" is wonderful. At the other end of the street, Ning Tian, ​​Wu Feng and Lei Ze were strolling around and met each other unexpectedly.

When Lei Ze saw Tang San ahead, he immediately looked away, seemingly afraid of getting into trouble.

Ning Tian looked at Tang San indifferently, as if he were an insignificant person—in fact, in her eyes, Tang San was indeed insignificant.

Wu Feng stared fiercely at Tang San in front of him, his eyes seeming to warn him not to come closer.

Tang San acted as if he hadn't seen it; he already had other plans in mind.

The variables of this era lie hidden within that family. He had never found an opportunity to get in, but now the opportunity has finally arrived—the three people in front of him are students of Shrek Academy, just like him.

Among them, Lei Ze is the best point of attack. This person is timid and weak, making him the easiest target for exploitation.

As for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, he already had several ways in mind to get them to cooperate with him.

Seeing that his warning look had no effect, Wu Feng immediately stepped forward to stop Tang San and questioned, "Tang San, what do you want to do?"

"Wu Feng, perhaps there's some misunderstanding between us." Tang San noticed Wu Feng's hostility towards him and quickly tried to ease the tension.

"Tang San, I'm warning you, if you dare take another step forward, I won't be polite to you!"

Wu Feng would never give this disgusting guy any chance to get close to the young master and Lei Ze. In her opinion, even breathing the same air as Tang San made her feel suffocated.

Faced with the unyielding Wu Feng, Tang San was somewhat at a loss. But after all, he was a former God King, and he quickly adjusted his strategy, turning his gaze to Ning Tian behind Wu Feng, and said, "Young Master Ning, may we have a talk?"

Ning Tian was somewhat surprised—it turned out that this guy's target was him.

She immediately became somewhat interested and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll give you three minutes. Speak your mind."

Without hesitation, Tang San asked, "Does Young Master Ning know the method for evolving the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?" Indeed, he planned to use a "get something for nothing" approach.

Now that the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire has disappeared, he can take advantage of the fact that these people do not understand the specific situation of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire to make some good plans.

Upon hearing this, Lei Ze looked at Tang San and instantly understood what the kid was up to—he clearly wanted to get something for nothing.

"Tang San, if you just want to chat about this useless nonsense, then there's no need." Ning Tian's martial soul had already evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, so why would he need any "evolution method"?
As for benefiting the sect, that's something her father should consider.

Moreover, her father would never allow a second person in the sect to possess the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, otherwise her position would be in jeopardy—something she herself would never allow.

Seeing Ning Tian's resolute attitude, Tang San stopped beating around the bush and began to explain in detail the specifics of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, as well as the immortal herbs there that could evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

He had hoped to use this opportunity to gain favor with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. If he succeeded this time, he could then use that favor to his advantage...

But Ning Tian's next move left him dumbfounded. She directly summoned her martial soul—the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Last semester, Tang San's attention was focused on other people, and he paid no attention to Ning Tian, ​​the "young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School". Later, the academy added teaching related to soul tools, and he knew nothing about the specific situation of the martial soul department.

Tang San was completely stunned when he saw the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Tian's hand.

"Nine...Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!?"

Tang San never expected that Ning Tian already possessed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. He had completely miscalculated this time, but why had he never heard of this at the academy?
"So, Tang San, everything you just said was nonsense. Please move aside."

Ning Tian put away her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit. She simply couldn't understand where Tang San got the confidence to say these things in front of her. In her eyes, Tang San's actions were like a self-humiliating "speed bump."

Tang San stood there, stunned, watching the three figures disappear into the distance. For a moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.

He thought he could fool these three people with his intelligence, but he was instead thoroughly scorned by them.

"Young Master, does Tang San think we're easy to fool?" Wu Feng couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt for Tang San.

"Who knows?" Ning Tian didn't care. Instead, he turned to look at Lei Ze, who had been silent beside him. "However, he glanced at you several times just now. Perhaps his initial target was Xiao Ze, not us."

"Am I right, Ozawa?"

After hearing Ning Tian's words, Lei Ze remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Wu Feng: "..."

Really? Am I the only one who didn't notice?
By this time, Tang San had come to his senses and could only helplessly continue searching for the exact location of the Tang Sect.

Perhaps some things are just like that—when you stop deliberately forcing things and patiently searching, what you're looking for will appear right in front of you.

"Kid, you want to join the Iron Blood Sect too?" came the voice of a stranger.

"Iron Blood Sect?" Tang San frowned; he had never heard of this sect before.

"You don't even know about our Iron Blood Sect?" the man said with some displeasure. "Our Iron Blood Sect is a great sect that replaced that useless Tang Sect!"

Upon hearing the words "replace the Tang Sect" and "a useless sect," Tang San was instantly enraged.

He was just looking for an outlet for his anger when the other person unexpectedly walked right into his arms. Without another word, he attacked!
"The Tang Clan cannot be humiliated!"

Meanwhile, in another gloomy room, Tang Ya slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw that her limbs were tightly bound by iron chains, she instantly showed a look of terror and tried to struggle, but found that it was all in vain.

"Hehehe... Don't waste your energy, little girl. These chains of mine were specially prepared for you!" A powerful evil spirit king, the strongest in ten thousand years, appeared in front of Tang Ya, letting out a sinister laugh.

"Who are you?" Tang Ya looked at the mysterious person in front of her in horror, instantly losing her composure. She hurriedly said, "I am a student of Shrek Academy, and also the sect leader of the Tang Sect! You can't touch me!"

"Heh~ A piece of trash with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul dares to say such things?" The Eternal Evil Soul King scoffed at Tang Ya's words, but still took out a recording soul tool and a note—he dared not forget the task given to him by the two masters.

"If you do as I say, you'll suffer less."

When Tang Ya saw the contents of the note, she couldn't help but ask, "You want me to say all this?"

"Yes! Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

“Um…” Tang Ya hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, “Could I ask someone else to say this? I’ve already broken up with Bei Bei.”

"Who should we switch to?" the Evil Soul King asked impatiently.

"Tang San, he is a member of our Tang Clan."

"..." The strongest evil soul king of ten thousand years was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "What decent people does your Tang Sect have? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and say what's on the note! Otherwise, I'll kill you right now!" He really didn't expect that this woman in front of him was in such a precarious situation, yet she still dared to be picky.

He couldn't help but silently mourn for "Beibei" written on the note for three seconds—wait... something seems a little off.

...(End of chapter)