Douluo Dalu: The Eyes That Defy Fate

Chapter 168 The Marquis of a Hundred Victories
"That bunch of useless Shrek Academy kids! Not only could they not win over the chosen one of destiny, they couldn't even snatch him away, and now they've made a mess of their lives!"

As the power of the Asura God surged, Tang San's furious voice rang out.

However, the surging power within the temple vanished in the blink of an eye, and Tang San's tone suddenly became somewhat relieved.

"Hmm? Haha, Little Seven is indeed worthy of being my daughter. Even though she's a fragmented being, she's just as smart as me."

It turned out that Tang San had finally found Huo Yuhao, who was already training with Du Busi, in the territory of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

At the same time, they also noticed the golden aura mixed with pink and blue luck on him.

Tang San concluded, almost without thinking, that his daughter was carrying out his plan perfectly.

As for their current separation, it's merely a prelude to their future reunion, just like he and Xiao Wu did back then.

Thinking of this, Tang San seemed to be lost in memories, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Although it's a bit of a pity that the chosen one didn't join Shrek Academy or Tang Sect, now that the chain has been fastened, there's no need to worry about him running away."

Tang Sect? There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, Xiao Wu!

Tang San's voice stopped abruptly when he mentioned Xiao Wu.

He discovered that his sword sheath had fallen into a coma once again due to the second surge of Asura God's power.

So he had no choice but to return to his old ways and continue to spend a lot of time healing her wounds.

. . .

"Tang San has just been spying on Douluo Star."

The voice of 'Yuan' suddenly rang in Lin Po's mind, causing him to immediately stop his steps on returning to the Sun Moon Empire.

"I see."

"Aren't you going to ask what's going on?"

“There’s no need. I believe you, and I also believe in the methods the teacher used on Yuhao.”

Lin Po's voice was extremely calm, yet it made the girl blush.

'This guy! He's such a smooth talker!'

After a moment, 'Yuan', having composed herself, spoke again, but this time with a hint of seriousness in her voice.

"So what are your plans for the future?"

Because of your actions, Shrek Academy's fortunes are already teetering on the brink of collapse, and it's only a matter of time before it completely crumbles.

"You have left your backup plans among the four great empires and numerous other forces; if you wish, you should be able to bring them all under your control very soon."

Lin Po shook his head and did not take 'Kite's' tentative suggestion.

"We do have a preliminary unified force now, but doing so would result in huge losses for all sides."

Human resources and other factors are secondary; the most important thing is luck.

If we forcibly take it all back, a large amount of fortune will inevitably be lost and return to the hands of Douluo Star. Then, the only way to get it back will be through sheer time and effort.

"Besides, my current strength is still far from sufficient, so there's no rush."

After hearing Lin Po's answer, 'Yuan's' tone was no longer as serious as before, and she sweetly promised:

"Alright then, it's good that you have an idea. I'll give you a big gift when you reach level 90!"

"Yes. I'm looking forward to it."

A few minutes later, after confirming that 'Yuan' had indeed left, Lin Po, who had been waiting for the next part to continue, sighed helplessly.

"That girl, she left without even saying goodbye."

Without waiting any longer, they returned to the Sun and Moon Empire as quickly as possible.

When Lin Po rushed back to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy, he happened to run into Jing Hongchen, who had just returned from the palace.

Just as Lin Po was about to show himself and say hello, he saw that the muscular old man's face showed an undeniable look of fatigue and haggardness.

"Grandpa, what's going on with you? Has this old tree blossomed?"

Seeing the figure suddenly appear in front of her, Jing Hongchen, who was already used to Lin Po's elusive nature, glanced at him irritably and silently gestured for him to follow.

Lin Po was a little confused, but since he had something to ask Jing Hongchen, he could only silently follow behind him.

Before long, the old man and the child finally sat down in a closed office, and Jing Hongchen even sighed with relief.

"Sigh!" "Old man, can you tell me now? Stop sighing!"

Seeing Jing Hongchen's unhurried demeanor, Lin Po felt unusually anxious. Riddlers really deserve to be whipped with a vine.

"What's the rush? Something has indeed happened, and it's good news for everyone, except maybe for you."

"Ok?"

Lin Po slowly typed out a question mark: What do you mean by "it might not be the same for me"? Differential treatment?
Looking at Lin Po's puzzled face with amusement, and recalling what happened in the palace not long ago, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and anger.

"Look, this is my granddaughter's husband from the Hongchen family. You can all be envious."

But he didn't stop talking, explaining to Lin Po what had happened in Mingdu during the day he was away.

"The news of your victory in the Soul Fighting Tournament has already spread throughout Mingdu. Now, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you guys stars."

I have just returned from the palace, and the current emperor was very excited when he learned of this matter.

All of you who participated in the Soul Fighting Tournament have been given rewards.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Upon hearing Lin Po's question, Jing Hongchen could no longer suppress the smile on her lips and burst into laughter.

"Yes, it's all good for them. Resources, connections, status—those kids under you have everything they need."

But the reward for you, the Soul Saint who 'turned the tide,' is even more explosive, our Hundred-Victory Marquis!

"!!!"

"What did you say, sir?! That old emperor gave me a marquisate?!"

Lin Po stared wide-eyed at the smiling Jing Hongchen in front of him, his face filled with disbelief.

"Yes. The order was just given; you should receive it when you get back."

Now, your public standing in Mingdu has skyrocketed, surpassing at least 95% of those who hold such positions.

"No, there's definitely something fishy going on here! This kind of title can't be given to a Soul Saint, not even if they win the tournament and become an eighth-level Soul Master!"

The unexpectedly generous reward did not make Lin Po feel smug at all. Instead, he began to think about what tricks the old emperor was up to.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Po, causing him to exclaim in surprise.

"Wait a minute! Is this old bastard trying to push me to the forefront to attract the attention of other countries and forces?!"
While their deaths would be a pity, they could temporarily lower the guard of other forces, giving the Sun Moon Empire enough time to launch a war.

If he's still alive, he might even arrange a marriage for me to win me over!

After saying that, Lin Po looked at the composed Jing Hongchen as if seeking confirmation, only to receive a reply that left him speechless.

"So smart~"

Upon hearing this, Lin Po gasped and immediately began to curse.

"That old bastard is really cunning! If it weren't for the fact that Xu Tianran can't take over right now, I'd go and kill him right now!"

Hearing the arrogant words that could wipe out nine generations of a family, Jing Hongchen just watched with amusement as the usually calm young man vented his emotions, without any intention of stopping him.

After all, he was just as angry. Despite his smiling face after returning, he had the urge to take out a level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell and blast the emperor when he heard about the emperor's 'reward'.

After cursing for a long time, Lin Po, panting heavily, plopped down in a chair and began to think of a solution.

Even though he was furious, Lin Po had to stay calm; he didn't want to let his emotions control him.

"Grandpa, how's the research on the battle armor going?"

"Two-word battle armor can already be made, and three-word battle armor has been researched and completed, but we are unable to attempt to make it due to the lack of soul-forging metal."

While Thousand-Forged Metal can be mass-produced with all the manpower, Spirit-Forged Metal depends entirely on individual aptitude.

Even I, an old man, only managed to forge a few pieces by luck, let alone the soul-forged metal needed for the three-word battle armor.

As Jing Hongchen spoke, he unfolded the two-word battle armor he had crafted for himself.

It's entirely silver-white and exquisitely crafted; you can tell a lot of effort has been put into its aesthetics.

Lin Po looked the two-word battle armor up and down, then nodded slightly.

"Grandpa, let Ma Rulong and the others participate in the research of battle armor, especially Wang Dong'er. She is the young sect leader of Haotian Sect, and her Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique is very suitable for blacksmithing."

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)