Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

He wants to slowly dig out that hand hidden in the shadows in reality.

Chapter 50 Provocation?

After the Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest incident, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School remained outwardly calm.

Training continued as usual in the outer academy, and classes continued as usual in the inner academy. Ning Rongrong also came to Lu Changsheng as usual to cooperate on her first soul skill.

Lu Changsheng could clearly sense that the atmosphere in the sect had changed. There were more guards patrolling the outer courtyard, and several small paths in the back mountain that were usually unguarded were temporarily blocked.

Disciples are strictly forbidden from approaching the Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest.

Ning Fengzhi did not make any grand announcement.

But the more this is the case, the more it proves that this matter is not over.

Lu Changsheng did not rush to investigate.

Zhao Yuanshan is right; he's too weak right now. Even though the system has already started the real-world mission, and even though he knows there might be more to the story behind his parents' deaths, he can't act rashly.

So he continued practicing his swordsmanship.

Continue meditating, continue practicing support skills with Ning Rongrong.

From that day on, he would do one more thing after each training session.

recording.

Record the recent changes among the outer disciples.

Record who suddenly fell silent.

Record which people start to deliberately approach you.

Record which guards changed their patrol routes.

These things seem useless, but the simulated memories of the Spirit Hall's Dark Blade tell him that the real clues are often hidden in the smallest changes.

...............

On the morning of the third day.

The sect sent the top-tier resources intended for Lu Changsheng to the outer courtyard.

Two bottles of Soul-Gathering Powder, one Body-Tempering Bath, and three bottles of high-grade wound medicine.

They also have the privilege of entering the small mimicry training room in the outer courtyard once a month.

These things are nothing to Ning Rongrong, the daughter of a sect leader.

But for ordinary disciples from other clans, it's already enough to make people envious.

Especially Lu Changsheng.

Despite having only level two innate soul power, he received cultivation resources equivalent to those of a first-class disciple.

The news caused an uproar in the School of Foreign Languages.

"Why?"

"He just got lucky and found the Soul-Stealing Powder in the Soul-Hunting Forest, didn't he?"

"That's right. If we're really talking about protecting Miss Rongrong, it's thanks to Deacon Zhao and His Majesty Sword Douluo."

"Why should a level four Iron Sword Martial Soul be awarded top-tier resources?"

"I think he's just relying on Miss Rongrong."

These sounds weren't loud, but they were loud enough to reach Lu Changsheng's ears.

He ignored it.

That's just how it is in the Foreign Languages ​​Department.

Resources are limited; if one person takes more, others will take less.

If he lacks ability, even if Ning Fengzhi personally provides him with resources, some people will still be dissatisfied.

Reasoning is useless.

Fists and swords are the only effective weapons.

.........

evening.

Martial arts training ground.

Lu Changsheng continued practicing his sword as usual.

Ning Rongrong stood not far behind him, holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hands.

The first spirit ring lit up.

"Seven treasures turn out to reveal crystal."

"The first is: strength."

The seven-colored light fell on Lu Changsheng, and his wrist steadied instantly. The black and gray patterned iron sword thrust out and stopped, with the tip hovering an inch in front of the wooden stake.

There was no deviation, no tremor.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"This time it's a sure thing!"

Lu Changsheng sheathed his sword.

"Your support has become more reliable."

Ning Rongrong immediately raised her little face.

"of course."

"I'm a formal Soul Master now."

After saying that, she asked with some anticipation:

"With my help, aren't you much stronger than before?"

Lu Changsheng thought for a moment.

"The increase in strength is very obvious."

Ning Rongrong was somewhat dissatisfied and said, "Just power?"

"The flow of soul power is also smoother now."

Ning Rongrong was finally satisfied.

"That's more like it."

Just then, a sneer came from the other side of the training ground.

"You rely on Miss Rongrong's help to practice swordsmanship, and you still have the nerve to call yourself strong?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was jarring enough.

The smile on Ning Rongrong's face instantly faded.

Lu Changsheng turned his head to look.

Several disciples from outside the top-tier training team were standing not far away.

The leader was a tall young man.

He was about six or seven years old and a head taller than Lu Changsheng.

He was holding a long, dark blue-green staff with faint patterns on its shaft.

This person's name is Xu Lie.

His martial spirit is a blue-patterned iron rod, with innate soul power at level seven, and now at level eight.

Among the top-tier disciples of the outer academy, Xu Lie wasn't the absolute best, but he was certainly not weak either. More importantly, his father, Xu Chang, was a squad leader in the Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest patrol team.

When Lu Changsheng saw Xu Lie, his eyes flickered slightly.

The investigation into the Green Vine Hunting Soul Forest incident is not yet complete.

Xu Lie's intervention at this time may not be solely due to jealousy.

Ning Rongrong frowned and said:

"Xu Lie, what do you mean?"

Xu Lie bowed to Ning Rongrong.

"Miss Rongrong, I did not mean to offend you."

"I just think that sect resources should be given to those who are truly capable."

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Changsheng.

"A level-two innate soul power iron sword martial soul obtained a first-class resource simply because he was lucky enough to find a little powder in the Soul Hunting Forest."

"How can the other disciples in the outer courtyard accept this?"