Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

"Ma Hongjun! Starting today, you'll also be carrying 500 jin (250 catties) of weight! You're not allowed to take it off even while sleeping!!!"

"No, no, Dean!"

"600 pounds!!!"

Ma Hongjun dared not beg for mercy any longer, covering his mouth with a bitter expression.

Although he was the last one to arrive

But I wasn't late!

Being on time will get you punished?

But Flander was his mentor, and Ma Hongjun had no choice but to agree.

"Let's begin our morning study session."

"Tang San, Xiao Lan, you two, make a set of weighted armor for everyone."

"The specific weight can be negotiated between us."

Tang Lan and the other person nodded in agreement.

next moment,

Except for Ning Rongrong, everyone crowded in front of Tang Lan.

"Brother Lan, could you make me a 200-pound suit?" Oscar said shyly.

"I want 1000 jin!" Dai Mubai said confidently.

"Brother Lan, I'm counting on you to take care of my 600 jin (300 catties)." Ma Hongjun said with a mournful face.

"Sect Master, I also want 1000 jin." Zhu Zhuqing said firmly.

Tang Lan's eye twitched.

Hey Tang San over there, aren't you even glancing at him?

He wouldn't compete with Tang San for this hard work.

"Zhu Zhuqing, stay here. I'll teach you the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) while I'm at it."

"Mu Bai, you should go find Xiao Sanzi."

Blatant discrimination.

Unfortunately,

Even Dai Mubai couldn't say anything—after all, Zhu Zhuqing was now the third disciple of the Tang Sect.

So they headed towards Tang San's side.

Seeing Tang San's dark face, she felt a little embarrassed.

Tang Lan ignored what was happening over there.

He took out a measuring tape and handed it to Xiaowu, indicating that she should measure Zhu Zhuqing's dimensions.

—Although Tang Lan really wanted to do it herself, she still had to be mindful of the impact.

He took out the casting table, ready to start forging.

Ning Rongrong then came closer.

"Brother Tang Lan, can you help me forge a load-bearing structure too?"

Tang Lan glanced at her, her gaze teasing.

"Don't you hate me?"

Ning Rongrong smiled gracefully.

"Brother Lan, you're a magnanimous person, you certainly won't hold a grudge against a girl like me."

"And what about your Tang Clan? Can I join them too?"

"I really want to learn those self-created soul skills too!"

Ok?

Tang Lan finally looked Ning Rongrong in the eye, somewhat confused about what she was trying to do.

Sects are not places where you can come and go as you please.

Joining requires the sect's consent, and leaving also requires the sect's permission!

Otherwise it will be considered defection.

Even if one could hide within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for the rest of their life, their reputation would be ruined.

"Why would your little princess from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School join my penniless Tang Sect?" Tang Lan probed.

Ning Rongrong pouted.

"Whether it's your talent, your self-created soul skills, or your soul tools, you can't be said to be starting from scratch."

As for money...

“I can call him Dad and lend the sect some money.”

"Brother Lan can just use that soul tool to pay for it."

"how?"

Is there such a good thing?

Start-up capital is indeed very important for the Tang Clan.

"Then you'd better think it through." Tang Lan confirmed again, "Once you enter the Tang Sect, it will be difficult to leave and become the sect master of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future."

“I’ll do it on the side,” Ning Rongrong said simply. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll have my dad have another heir.”

This guy is determined to join the Tang Clan!

Or rather...

Following Tang Lan?

"It's a fool not to take advantage of a good deal," Tang Lan readily agreed.

"Alright, then I'll become your apprentice."

This time, Ning Rongrong didn't act coy. She placed her right hand on her shoulder and gave Tang Lan a proper disciple's salute.

"very good!"

"From now on, you are the fourth disciple of my Tang Sect."

"Here's an Uzi for you, as a gift when you join the clan."

Ning Rongrong took Uzi and couldn't put it down.

But this time he learned his lesson and reached out to Tang Lan again.

"Sect Master, shouldn't we get a few more bullets?"

Tang Lan simply shrugged.

"I haven't made many bullets yet. If you want more..."

“Go and call your father here. These soul tools can be sold in bulk to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.”

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up!

"Great!"

"I'll go deliver the message right away!"

She lifted her skirt and ran away as fast as she could.

She even neglected her studies, forgetting about the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

After running for a while, he stopped again.

He said to Flander, "Dean, I'll have my father invest in your academy. Be right back!"

Yo ho!

Yesterday they still called him Flanders, but today they've learned to use a more honorific title.

They even injected capital!

Flanders nodded happily.

"Go ahead, I'll give you the morning off."

Having money makes things easier for him.

"Thank you, Dean!" Ning Rongrong ran off again.

At this time,

Xiao Wu also handed Zhu Zhuqing's data to Tang Lan.

Look down.

Excuse!

80D, 54, 79, height 161cm.

How do you see it?

She doesn't look like an 11-year-old girl at all; she doesn't have the standard figure one would expect.

"Hmph! You like it, don't you?" Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and said, "I'll grow taller again, you know."

"What did you say in the second half of your sentence?" Tang Lan asked. "I didn't hear you clearly."

Xiao Wu dares to speak loudly?

He glared at Tang Lan and ran off to get the Barrett.

Tang Lan shrugged.

He took out several metal ingots of different colors from the blue king, stacked them together, and started hammering them.

Tang Lan's Nine Yang Divine Skill operates automatically and is usually idle.