Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

"What's the rush? The competition doesn't start until tomorrow. You and your teammates should rest well and conserve your energy. It's just a small qualifying round."

After speaking, Sikong Zheng put down his teacup, slowly leaned back in his recliner, stopped looking at Yao Zi, gently closed his eyes, and demonstrated how to conserve his energy.

"All right."

Yao Zi responded with a wry smile, feeling helpless against this powerful yet willful captain.

Before departing from the Plant Academy and arriving in Tiandou City, the Dean of the Plant Academy repeatedly emphasized that all members of the Plant Team must obey Sikong Zheng's arrangements.

Furthermore, they couldn't describe how terrifying their captain's strength was; they only knew that even if the members of the plant team joined forces, they would still be far from being a match for their captain alone.

This was before their captain activated his martial soul; they simply couldn't imagine what he would do once he got serious.

At least, they had never witnessed the captain's full strength.

Their captain's strength can only be described as unfathomable.

Therefore, all the members of the plant team indulged Sikong Zheng and were completely convinced of his abilities.

Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince's camp of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family.

An elegant middle-aged man and a gentle, refined young man are quietly enjoying tea.

"Sigh~"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man sighed softly, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he had something on his mind.

"What's wrong, teacher? You seem to have something on your mind. Could you tell Qinghe? Perhaps Qinghe can help."

The young man put down his teacup, placed his hands lightly on the armrests of his chair, and spoke in a gentle and refined manner, his voice extremely magnetic and possessing a unique and captivating charm.

That's right, the refined young man is none other than Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

The elegant middle-aged man sitting opposite him was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Xue Qinghe was dressed in ordinary aristocratic clothing, without any particularly luxurious attire, making him appear like an ordinary nobleman, extremely low-key.

His true identity is Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Hall of Spirit Elders and possessor of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit.

The real Xue Qinghe has long since died; he was impersonated by Qian Renxue, whose purpose was to help the Spirit Hall seize the Heaven Dou Empire without bloodshed.

If Tang San hadn't intervened, the Heaven Dou Empire would have been the Spirit Hall's for the taking, allowing the Spirit Hall to covet the Star Luo Empire and unify the continent in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi did not hide anything and spoke frankly:

"Indeed, I have something on my mind concerning a young genius. That person possesses the fourth ring of the Ten Thousand Years Realm and has extremely high talent."

"I came to this competition with Uncle Jian, one of our goals being to recruit this genius into our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"But we couldn't find him in the preliminary rounds of the DouDou tournament, sigh."

Xue Qinghe listened attentively to Ning Fengzhi's thoughts, her eyes showing a hint of doubt, and tentatively asked:

"A fourth ring after ten thousand years? Are you referring to the Tang San brothers, Teacher? A few days ago, you brought him to me to inquire about his father, the Haotian Douluo. He's from the Haotian Sect; he shouldn't be joining your sect, right?"

Upon hearing the name Tang San, Ning Fengzhi's depressed mood improved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Originally, his goal was to recruit another genius, but he never expected that Tang San would give him such a big surprise. He was also a fourth-level ring cultivator for ten thousand years, and his talent was no less than that genius's.

In addition, Tang San was his daughter's partner, which led to a good relationship with his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, making him naturally close to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Even if that genius who was once only at the fourth level of the cultivation realm for ten thousand years harbors resentment towards his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School because of that incident, he will not worry anymore.

With so many exceptionally talented peers at Shrek Academy, where his daughter was located, he felt at ease.

Moreover, his daughter Rongrong, with the help of Tang Sanxian Grass, was transformed into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Her talent was no less than that of the genius who had reached the fourth ring for ten thousand years, which finally allowed him to vent his pent-up frustration.

Ning Fengzhi smiled gently and patiently explained:

"Tang San is indeed a once-in-a-century genius, with exceptional talent and ability. Moreover, he is upright and approachable."

"I often think, if Tang San were my son, that would be wonderful!"

Xue Qinghe smiled gently, believing he had guessed correctly, and said with a faint smile:

"Haha, Brother Tang San is indeed extremely talented, a once-in-a-century talent, and I have high hopes for him too."

"If the three Tang brothers were here, they would surely be flattered to hear their teacher praise him so highly!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, but then abruptly changed the subject, saying:

"However, the genius I was talking about who's been stuck at the fourth ring for ages is someone else entirely."

Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe put down his teacup again, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh? Not the Tang brothers? There's another genius with a fourth-level ring for ten thousand years? Could you tell Qinghe what his name is?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled wryly:

"This is the person Uncle Jian met. I don't know his name, or even what he looks like!"

"I came to this competition specifically to find him, but unfortunately he didn't appear in the Heavenly Battle Preliminaries. He's probably from another kingdom or duchy!"

Of course, Ning Fengzhi was no longer fixated on Sikong Zheng. It would be best if he could recruit him, but it wouldn't matter if he couldn't. He was already very happy to have made friends with Tang San.

"Alas, what a pity. However, that genius might emerge in the qualifying rounds. Please, teacher, join me in watching tomorrow's qualifying rounds."

Xue Qinghe picked up his teacup again, a smile on his face.

However, at this moment, what he was thinking was:

A genius with a fourth-level ring for ten thousand years? If such a genius appears in this competition, I will definitely write to the Spirit Hall to recruit him. If he cannot be used by my Spirit Hall, then I will kill him.

As for Tang San, he's from the Clear Sky Sect and has a grudge against my Spirit Hall, so he definitely won't join the Spirit Hall. The only option is to keep him from leaving Spirit City, or, in my current name, subdue him.

Xue Qinghe put down his teacup, appearing extremely refined and gentle.

Plant Academy Camp.

"Achoo, achoo."

Sikong Zheng sneezed twice in a row, got up, drank a cup of tea, rubbed his nose in great displeasure, and grumbled under his breath.

"Damn it, which pervert is eyeing me now!"

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

Emperor Xueye rose from the VIP seats and proclaimed loudly through his soul tool:

"The qualifying rounds officially begin today. Over the next fourteen days, we hope that each academy team will fully demonstrate their strengths and showcase the true style of a Soul Master."

"Hereby, I solemnly announce that the competition shall now begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a unified roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, rang out: "Long live! Long live! Long live!"

The Royal Knights raised their silver spears high, the clanging of their armor and their booming shouts startling the Soul Masters who had never witnessed such a scene before. The majesty of a great nation was unmistakably displayed.