Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Su Yuntao briefly recounted to Su Yunfeng the story of how the master had been detained by the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Su Yuntao had previously mentioned that Grandmaster was on their behalf as an envoy to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan. Su Yunfeng knew that if Su Yuntao chose to avoid the situation at this time, his cooperation with Shrek Academy and Tang San would likely be dissolved.

He didn't offer any further advice, only instructing, "Be careful. I'll keep a close eye on things in the Kingdom of Barak, so you don't need to worry."

Su Yuntao nodded, turned around and went out to explain the subsequent itinerary arrangements to Steward Zhou and the craftsmen. He was busy until evening before he finally sorted everything out.

The next morning, Su Yuntao and Tang San each rode a horse out of Notting City and headed west.

Three days later, Su Yuntao and his companion arrived at the banks of a great river, following the directions on the map drawn by Flanders.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan's territory was located upstream of this great river.

At this moment, the steep mountains on both sides of Su Yuntao were covered with dense vegetation. If it weren't for Flander's map, one would never have imagined that the famous Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family would be hiding in such a place.

Su Yuntao and Tang San walked along the riverbank for most of the day until they came to a hidden ferry crossing. The water was wide, with an iron chain spanning the two banks and a small boat tied below.

An old boatman dressed in a gray cloth jacket was squatting at the bow of the boat smoking a pipe. When he saw the two approaching, he looked them up and down, and spoke with a heavy local accent:

"To cross the river?"

Tang San nodded: "Yes, could you please give us a ride there, Uncle?"

"Where to?"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Family".

The old boatman sized the two up and down, his gaze lingering on Tang San for a moment before he scoffed, "You're just a kid, and you think you can go to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan? I think you should forget it. I'm afraid you won't even be able to get through the gates."

He took the pipe out of his mouth and tapped the ashes on the deck: "That place isn't somewhere just anyone can walk into. You think it's a marketplace?"

Just as Tang San was about to speak, Su Yuntao stopped him, boarded the boat first, and then waved to Tang San: "Come on up."

Seeing this, the old boatman didn't say anything more, but muttered something under his breath before untying the mooring rope and poling away from the shore.

When the boat reached the middle of the river, the current became noticeably stronger, and the boat rocked slightly.

Tang San stood at the bow of the boat, watching the gradually clearer outline of the mountain gate on the opposite bank. The old boatman, without looking up, poled behind him and said:

"Young people, when you come to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, don't talk nonsense. The people there have a bad temper."

Tang San didn't turn around, but simply said, "I understand."

The old boatman glanced at him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head, stuck the pole into the water, and the boat steadily moved to the shore with the current.

After disembarking, we walked up the stone steps for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, rounded a bend in the mountain, and finally the entire compound of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family came into view.

The courtyard wall is high and wide, extending along the mountainside, with a guard standing at intervals on the top of the wall, his sharp eyes scanning the area below.

Su Yuntao walked to the gate and stated his purpose. When the gatekeepers heard that he was "the Viscount of the Kingdom of Barak" and "the Master's student," they exchanged a glance, their tone clearly showing impatience.

"Viscount of the Kingdom of Barak? That place is far from here. Who knows if you're real or not? As for the master's student..."

He looked Tang San up and down:

"That piece of trash dares to call himself a master?"

Tang San's gaze instantly turned cold, and his voice, though not loud, carried obvious anger: "You are not allowed to insult my master."

The gatekeeper scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "So what if I insulted him? It's one thing for him to be a loser and embarrass himself, but he even brought along another loser. Am I not allowed to speak up?"

Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white: "You must apologize to me!"

The security guard seemed to have heard the funniest joke. He glanced back at his colleague and laughed even louder: "You actually want me to apologize to a little kid like you? Are you kidding me?"

Tang San stopped talking, took a step forward, and Blue Silver Grass silently sprouted from his palm, while a yellow hundred-year soul ring slowly rose beneath his feet.

The gatekeeper's smile vanished for a moment when he saw the yellow spirit ring, but he quickly regained his nonchalant expression.

"Blue Silver Grass? Haha, your martial soul is actually Blue Silver Grass. No wonder you're that good-for-nothing student; even your martial soul is a piece of trash."

As he spoke, he revealed his martial spirit, and two yellow, hundred-year spirit rings rose from beneath his feet:

"Since you want to fight, I'll fight you. But since you started it, don't blame me for bullying you."

Tang San didn't reply; the Blue Silver Grass was already wrapping around the guard's ankle, close to the ground.

The gatekeeper stepped back to avoid it, and casually swept a burst of soul power towards the Blue Silver Grass. The Blue Silver Grass was knocked away a distance, but it quickly gathered again and wrapped around his calf from another direction.

The gatekeeper, having failed to completely shake off the blue silver grass several times, finally became serious. Just as he was about to exert force to forcefully break free, Tang San's right hand swiftly flipped during the exchange, and the spring of the sleeve arrow made a very light, crisp sound. A short arrow shot out from the sleeve and accurately embedded itself in the gap of the gatekeeper's shoulder armor.

The gatekeeper paused, looked down at the short arrow stuck in his shoulder, and froze.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, the blue silver grass wrapped around his ankle and suddenly pulled away. The guard staggered and fell to one knee, clutching his shoulder and trying to stand up, but failed twice.

Tang San retrieved his Blue Silver Grass, stood still, and glanced at him: "You lost."

The security guard clenched his arms, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out through clenched teeth:

"You little brat, how dare you resort to underhanded tactics? Do you think our Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family is helpless?"

He suddenly let out a sharp whistle, the sound piercing and echoing through the porch.

A short while later, seven or eight people emerged from the side doors on both sides of the passageway. The leader was a tall and thin middle-aged man whose robes were more refined than the others, with a light blue lightning bolt pattern embroidered on the collar.

He glanced at the wound on the gatekeeper's arm, then at the hidden dart in Tang San's hand, and frowned slightly.

"What happened? What on earth happened?"

Tang San was about to speak when he was interrupted by raising his hand:

Did I tell you to say it?