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Chapter 111 Little Anus: This is impossible! (1.2 words today, please subscribe!!!)

"Then I'll take your good wishes."

Wang Zhao smiled slightly, took Qian Renxue's hand, and the two soon said goodbye and left.

Outside Xilu City.

Under the watchful eyes of countless spies, a platinum dragon soared into the sky, rising high and flying towards the distant capital of the Kingdom of Silves—

Silves City!

……

After this battle, Wang Zhao's extraordinary soul ring configuration was completely exposed to the world and quickly spread throughout the continent, causing widespread astonishment. It was no longer just news circulating among the upper-class soul masters.

"I didn't expect him to have no intention of hiding anything. What gives him the confidence to disregard the covetous eyes of the various sects, families, and even the Spirit Hall?"

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's headquarters, Ning Fengzhi, having received the news, sat at his desk, muttering to himself.

He was extremely interested in Wang Zhao and "Ye Xue," these two suddenly appearing figures, especially Wang Zhao. If Wang Zhao were discovered by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School immediately, he would definitely have Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu kidnap him without hesitation. Of course, it would be even better if his partner were brought along as well.

Unfortunately, that's impossible now.

Wang Zhao's spirit ring configuration is so dazzling that he has become an extremely hot potato. The Kingdom of Silves, which discovered Wang Zhao immediately, had no ability to hide him and keep him. Now he has become the focus of the continent, and whichever side makes a move will immediately become the target of everyone's criticism, unless...

Wuhun Temple.

Ugh.

Thinking about this, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He didn't believe that the Spirit Hall wouldn't be interested in someone like Wang Zhao. But if the Spirit Hall really succeeded, then within a hundred years, there would probably be "an unshakeable mountain in the world of spirit masters," and the key point was that it belonged to the Spirit Hall.

How could this not make Ning Fengzhi, a man with lofty ambitions who hoped to rid the world of the Spirit Hall, this "great scourge," feel distressed?

In the end, he sighed and could only hope that Wang Zhao had enough "confidence" and that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would lose their composure and take the lead in stirring up trouble.

He can then take advantage of the chaos...

"Daddy~"

Just then, a little girl wearing an elegant floral dress ran in from outside the door, her pretty face full of curiosity.

"What happened?"

Ning Fengzhi glanced at his beloved daughter, not intending to hide this fact that was already common knowledge, so he casually mentioned Wang Zhao's situation, adding:

"Rongrong, this boy named Wang Zhao might also come to Tiandou City in the future, you..."

And so, the little girl gave a few perfunctory replies and then ran out again, leaving Ning Fengzhi in the room with a helpless expression.

After the little girl ran back to her room, she locked the door and sat alone on her bed, a pure smile on her face, as if talking to herself:

"Sister Qingyun, what do you think?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her smile vanished, her expression suddenly turning cold. After a moment of silence, she said:

"Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river... But let them be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain. Rongrong, all you need to do is hone your swordsmanship, and you can defeat them all in battle."

The next moment, her face fell again.

"Ugh, it's me practicing again. It's so tiring. Sister Qingyun, since you like swords so much, why don't you practice by yourself?"

"I have already mastered the art of swordsmanship."

"..."

……

"Snapped!"

At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's headquarters, Yu Yuanzhen slammed his fist on the table, shattering it to pieces. His expression was unpredictable, and his fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

"Wang Zhao, what a character! Do you have the confidence to be fearless, or are you just a hothead...?"

In the end, he remained silent.

After all, the more unscrupulous Wang Zhao was, the less certain these cautious superiors were about his true nature, fearing that a single misstep could have far-reaching consequences and bring their sects into disgrace.

After all, Wang Zhao's performance was far beyond what was expected.

Presumably, the Spirit Hall would need to strike first, then Wang Zhao would have someone backing him up, and after a period of resistance, the seven major sects and the two great empires would join forces to put pressure on the Spirit Hall from a moral high ground, ultimately forcing Wang Zhao's side to...

They declared independence.

Furthermore, they secretly brought their own forces to participate in the "Anti-Spirit Hall Alliance".

From a broader perspective, this is the best outcome that will not disrupt the balance.

This is something that all the forces in the world, except for the Spirit Hall and its affiliated forces, are well aware of, but they are also inevitably driven by some selfish motives, especially the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

The reason is simple: if Wang Zhao were to become independent, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would undoubtedly be the most severely affected.

Because it's obvious to anyone with eyes that, let alone Wang Zhao, this prodigy, even his partner named "Ye Xue," whose so-called "Holy Light Dragon Girl" martial soul seems to be stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus.

Therefore, from the perspective of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, if they cannot secretly subdue this pair of dragon heroes, it would be best to give them to...

Annihilate!

Although he had this thought in his mind, Yu Yuanzhen still hesitated to take action. He was worried that if he failed, he might force Wang Zhao to side with the Spirit Hall, which would be a loss.

On this point, he and Ning Fengzhi shared the same idea.

Just then, the second-in-command, Yu Luomian, entered the main hall with an idea in mind...

Nottingham.

The renowned master Yu Xiaogang was walking down the street when he suddenly passed a tavern with lively sounds coming from inside, so he went in.

"Hey, isn't this the master? What's this, here to freeload again?"

A guest noticed him and greeted him warmly.

He ignored them and just said to the cabinet:

"Warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans. You can pay me back later when the Spirit Hall issues subsidies next month."

Upon hearing this, more guests noticed the master and shouted:

"Hey, this scoundrel, I heard him cursing the Spirit Hall last time, but when he needs money, he suddenly remembers how good the Spirit Hall was."

Xiao Gang's eyes widened instantly.

"How could you slander someone's innocence like this..."

"What innocence? You're the kind of person who eats from the bowl and then curses the cook; you dare talk about innocence!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, and the veins on her forehead bulged as she argued:

"I'm just... receiving my paycheck as usual... How can you say that about things like this?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases, such as "a gentleman is steadfast in poverty" and "what is this?", which made everyone laugh and fill the shop with a cheerful atmosphere.

After a while, Yu Xiaogang drank half a bowl of wine, and her flushed face gradually returned to normal. The others then asked, "Yu Xiaogang, it's said that your martial soul is also a so-called separated-body beast martial soul?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at the person who asked him, displaying an air of disdain.

People around quickly started talking about recent hot topics in mainland China, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, many of them were about Wang Zhao.

Yu Xiaogang listened silently, a look of disbelief gradually appearing on her face.

"this……"

"That's impossible!"

The crowd burst into laughter again, filling the shop with a joyful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)