Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

That lecherous thief actually wanted to touch me, he deserved it!

Flander was shocked. Seeing the lingering fear and hatred in her eyes, he knew that Ning Rongrong was right.

Given her status, if something were to happen to her, or if she were to suffer any harm...

There aren't enough lives left in the entire Shrek Academy to fill this gap!

'Sigh! Mu Bai should just hang out outside the academy all the time, but he actually dared to lay a hand on his own classmate...whose status isn't lower than his...'

Flander didn't know what to say anymore, and looked at Dai Mubai with some helplessness.

"Dean, I think we should take Mu Bai to see a healing-type Soul Master as soon as possible, otherwise it might have a negative impact on his future Soul Master career!"

Tang San was worried about Dai Mubai's condition and urged Flander to send him for treatment as soon as possible.

"Okay! I'll take him there now. You guys can return to the academy on your own after your spirit battles are over!"

Flander took Dai Mubai from Tang San and, before leaving, didn't forget to say something to Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, once Mu Bai recovers, I will personally make him apologize to you."

"No need! He's already so badly injured, let's just forget about it..."

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Ning Rongrong felt a chill run down her spine.

"Alright!" Flander nodded, then quickly walked out of the Soto Arena and flew away.

I felt a little bitter.

What kind of people are in this academy?!

One or two of them, these teachers can't afford to offend them!

Having learned from Zhao Wuji's previous experience of being severely beaten by Tang Hao.

He didn't want to provoke the behemoth that is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for no reason, especially since it contains Sword and Bone Douluo, who became famous even earlier than Tang Hao.

He's just a lowly Soul Saint, he can't afford to get hurt!

As Flander left, the waiting room suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't until the host urged Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu to come up on stage again in the Soul Arena that everyone realized what was happening.

"Zhu Qing, Xiao Wu, I'm fine, you two go fight your souls first!"

"Okay, Rongrong, you wait for us here!"

After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu headed towards the Soul Battle Passage to prepare to go on stage.

……

The direction of the city gate of Soto.

Ye Qiu was heading towards the Soul Arena.

Suddenly realizing something, he looked up at the sky.

A figure flew past above, with a pair of eagle wings on its back.

'That must be Flander, the four-eyed owl!'

With his Sharingan glowing with purple light, he easily made out the appearance of the figure in the sky and the blood-soaked arm hanging down.

Without delay, Ye Qiu continued walking forward.

After entering the city gate.

Ye Qiu sensed that the Heavenly Harvest Fate had been triggered, so he rushed in that direction without stopping.

Throughout the journey, he used the Sharingan's X-ray vision to his fullest extent, searching for Ning Rongrong and the others.

The two elders of the Spirit Hall will arrive in Soto City tomorrow morning.

He also had to find Xiao Wu before they arrived, in case anything unexpected happened.

Before long, Ye Qiu arrived at the entrance of the Soto Grand Arena.

Their steps faltered, and their breathing became somewhat rapid.

He felt a mix of emotions—fear, heaviness, joy... a variety of feelings filled his heart.

"Phew..." He let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hehe... I wonder if that silly rabbit I haven't seen in years will still recognize me... Hmm, and Zhu Qing too..."

A slight smile returned to Ye Qiu's lips as he solemnly lifted his foot and walked inside.

He had already scouted the area before entering the Soul Arena.

Unexpectedly, Tang Hao was not nearby at this time.

I don't know where he went to beg for alcohol again, relying on cheap alcohol to numb himself.

but.

He is there or he is not.

It doesn't pose much of a threat to Ye Qiu now.

It's better not to be in nature.

Even if he were there, he wouldn't recognize or even remember Ye Qiu.

Besides, Ye Qiu will figure something out tomorrow.

This exposes Tang Hao right under the noses of the two great elders, Qianjun and Jiangmo!

We can't kill him, but at least we can keep him from venturing near Soto City!

Ye Qiu composed himself and headed towards the badge registration area.

……

In the waiting room.

Only Ning Rongrong and Oscar are still sitting inside.

Tang San has also been called up to the stage for a one-on-one soul battle.

As for Ma Hongjun, he disappeared after the battle ended.

Ning Rongrong held a small mirror in her hand and gently wiped and rubbed the area around her eyes.

In the mirror, Oscar appeared as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

She put down the mirror and turned to look at him.

"Oscar, is there anything you want to say?"

"Gulu~"

Oscar swallowed hard, a little scared, and didn't dare to meet her gaze. His eyes no longer held their usual lewdness.

"Rongrong, do you have someone you like?"

"Ok?"

Ning Rongrong looked at him strangely.

"How could you ask such a stupid question? Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

"Haha...I see..."

Oscar gave a forced smile, then looked dejected.

He could see it, of course, but he still clung to a sliver of hope.

I finally found a girl I fell in love with at first sight, but it ended before it even started!

Seeing Oscar's expression, Ning Rongrong's eyes flashed with a hint of shrewdness.

Even if I didn't have anyone I liked, we still couldn't be together!

"Why!?" Oscar looked at her strangely.

Ning Rongrong held up two fingers, looking at him with a serious expression and calm eyes.

"Two reasons! First, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's ancestral precepts stipulate that direct descendants of the school must unite with combat-type Soul Masters!"

"What... what kind of ancestral rule is this?!" Oscar was stunned, completely unable to understand what kind of ridiculous rule this was.

"For the sect's continued strength and for the safety of its members, we need a powerful partner!"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong, like a leader, spoke solemnly, her eyes filled with a hint of mockery as she looked at Oscar.

"You, a food-type Soul Master, what can you use to protect me? What can you use to uphold the glory of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! To kill the enemy with your sausages? Or to stuff them to death?"

Oscar fell silent.

He wasn't stupid; after thinking about it carefully, he had to admit that this ancestral precept did indeed have its merits.

But he was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"And... what's the second reason?"

"The second reason is even simpler! Simply put..."

Ning Rongrong smiled slightly, but her expression suddenly became condescending. She glanced at him indifferently and spoke in a cold voice.