Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Teng was about to say something when Dai Mubai interrupted him.

"Oscar, shut up."

Dai Mubai spoke up to stop Oscar from asking further questions, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Teng, his gaze revealing a meaning that was hard to explain.

See you on the field.

"But if you lose this time, you'd better stay far away from her."

After Dai Mubai finished speaking, he glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, his tone low and firm.

"can."

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng nodded solemnly.

"Let's go."

Dai Mubai said no more and turned to leave with the others.

"My father wants to see you. After you register, go back to the sect's headquarters."

As Ning Rongrong walked past Wang Teng, she paused slightly and said in a low voice.

"I see."

Wang Teng responded.

Watching the Shrek Seven Devils leave, Wang Teng turned around and walked towards Feng Xiaotian in front of him.

"your friend?"

Feng Xiaotian asked curiously, glancing in that direction.

"Some of my former classmates are friends."

Wang Teng said calmly.

"I see."

Feng Xiaotian looked at the group of people who had already walked away and nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's go."

After saying that, the two pushed open a door and entered a room.

The room was empty except for a table in the center, behind which sat a Spirit Master from the Spirit Hall, writing something on a piece of paper with his head down. He didn't even look up when someone came in.

"We're here to register for the Soul Master Competition and update the information."

Feng Xiaotian walked to the table, raised his hand and patted the surface to attract the attention of the Soul Master.

"Team, names, martial spirit, soul power, show us."

The Spirit Hall master raised his head, his tone concise and efficient, clearly having done this countless times before.

"Shenfeng Academy, Feng Xiaotian, his martial soul is the Gale Twin-Headed Wolf, and his soul power is level 44."

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom of a martial spirit appeared behind Feng Xiaotian. A two-headed wolf howled to the sky, its aura imposing.

At the same time, he released his level 44 soul power without reservation, and the entire room was filled with a sharp and imposing aura.

The Spirit Hall's Soul Master closed his eyes slightly and sensed it for a moment.

Chapter 322 The Old Lecher

The Spirit Hall master pulled out a thick booklet from his side.

Then, he turned to the Shenfeng Academy page and began to take notes, updating Feng Xiaotian's relevant information.

"Shenfeng Academy, Wang Teng, Martial Soul: Explosive Spinning Top, Soul Power Level 39."

Wang Teng followed suit, displaying his soul power and martial soul.

A silver-white spinning top, about the size of a washbasin, appeared out of thin air on the ground and began to spin slowly.

The spinning top rubbed against the ground, producing a low hum that was particularly clear in the quiet room.

When Wang Teng displayed his martial spirit and soul power, the Spirit Hall soul master did not show any particular reaction.

After all, he had seen many genius soul masters and was no longer surprised.

However, when he flipped through a few pages of the Shenfeng Academy's registration form and found Wang Teng's original record, his hand suddenly paused.

However, the Spirit Hall Soul Master quickly returned to normal, remaining silent and continuing to update information quietly.

"It seems they've discovered the problem with my cultivation speed."

Wang Teng noticed the momentary pause of the Spirit Hall Soul Master, and his heart tightened slightly as he became secretly on guard.

After updating the information, Wang Teng and Feng Xiaotian left the Spirit Hall.

Standing at the entrance of the Spirit Hall, Wang Teng still remembered what Ning Rongrong had just said, asking him to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's headquarters.

"You go back first, I need to go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's headquarters."

Wang Teng turned to Feng Xiaotian beside him and said.

"Okay, but you have to come back tomorrow. Don't forget we still have to train with the other teammates."

Feng Xiaotian gave instructions.

"Don't worry, don't forget."

After saying that, Wang Teng walked towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's auction house.

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Hall, the Spirit Master who had just helped Wang Teng register his information was holding the registration form and walking solemnly down the long corridor towards its depths.

This Soul Master, named Xia Shi, is a purple-robed deacon of the Spirit Hall and a level 52 Soul King.

His usual job in the Spirit Hall was to record information and update data for visiting spirit masters.

Of course, those were all on the surface; in addition, he also did things behind the scenes.

That is to select those geniuses who are not from the Spirit Hall from among the coming and going Soul Masters.

Then, the Spirit Hall will try to win over these selected geniuses, or... assassinate them.

The corridors of the Spirit Hall are deep and long.

The wall lamps cast a dim, yellowish light onto the walls on both sides, stretching the shadows of the Soul Master reliefs to varying lengths.

At this moment, Xia Shi held the registration form in his hand, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor.

He walked toward Bishop Salas's office.

When I was still a dozen steps away from the office, a faint laugh drifted out from under the door.

It was the voice of Bishop Salas.

His voice was low and slightly flirtatious, interspersed with soft, coquettish whispers from a woman, broken and indistinct, yet the ambiguous undertones were unmistakable.

Deacon Xia Shi paused slightly in his steps.

He stood outside the door, raised his hand as if to knock, but his fingers hovered in mid-air without falling.

At that moment, another rustling sound came from inside the door, accompanied by Salas's low chuckles and the maid's low, reproachful hum.

"Um……"

"Clap clap clap..."

"Oh……"

"Clap clap clap..."

Xia Shi frowned slightly, sighing inwardly, knowing that he had come at a very inopportune time.

He turned around, leaned against the wall by the door, and repeatedly opened and closed the registration form in his hand.

Xia Shi's gaze fell on those names.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, Wang Teng...

Each name stood out starkly under the dim corridor lights.

These are no ordinary people; each one deserves the bishop's personal inspection.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to turn around and leave, and simply stood at the door and waited quietly.

The corridor was so quiet that Xia Shi could hear his own heartbeat.

He unconsciously counted his breaths, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Time seemed to stretch out for an extremely long time.

Occasionally, some sounds could be heard coming from inside the door, so Xia Shi simply moved a few steps away, pretending that he couldn't hear anything.

About two and a half minutes later, it finally became quiet inside the door.

A moment later, the office door opened from the inside.

A maid came out with her head down.

Her cheeks were flushed, and the strands of hair at her temples were damp with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

The maid's clothes were somewhat disheveled, with her neckline slightly open, and she hurriedly straightened her clothes as she walked.

As she passed Xia Shi, the maid didn't even dare to raise her head. She simply quickened her pace and almost ran away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Xia Shi stood there expressionless, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Who's outside?

The voice of Bishop Salas came from inside the door, more authoritative and less frivolous than before.

"Bishop, it's me. I have something important to report."

Xia Shi cleared his throat and respectfully replied.

"Come in."

Xia Shi pushed open the door and entered.

A faint scent of perfume mixed with the smell of sweat lingered in the office, not yet completely dissipated.

Bishop Salas was sitting in a large chair, his clothes were neatly arranged, but there were still some wrinkles at the collar, and his face was still flushed with an unnatural flush.