Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Yu Xiaogang exclaimed in surprise.

"Master, it's been a long time."

Wang Teng stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Yu Xiaogang put down his book, a gentle smile on his face, and said, "It has indeed been a long time. Please come in."

Wang Teng and the other two followed the master into the room.

The room was simply and neatly furnished.

A desk stood by the window, piled high with books and scrolls.

A bookshelf stood against the wall, equally crammed full.

There is also a small coffee table and a few chairs.

The air inside the room was filled with a faint scent of ink and old paper.

Wang Teng took the last package out of the bamboo basket and handed it to Yu Xiaogang with both hands.

"Master, this is a tea set that my elder brother and I have chosen for you."

"Although this is not a valuable item, we put a lot of thought into choosing it, and we hope you like it."

Yu Xiaogang took the package, untied it, and saw that it contained a set of simple and elegant celadon tea set.

One teapot and four cups, with a warm and lustrous glaze and a simple design.

Yu Xiaogang nodded, then placed the tea set on the coffee table and said with a smile, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

The group then sat around chatting.

Wang Teng briefly recounted his experiences in Soto City over the past two years.

Of course, he omitted some details and only talked about his cultivation and experiences.

Yu Xiaogang would occasionally ask a few questions, mostly about his own research.

Tang San listened attentively, while Xiao Wu would occasionally interject with interesting questions.

The atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious, as if the past two years had not distanced them from each other.

At noon, Wang Teng, Tang San, and Xiao Wu had lunch together in the academy cafeteria.

The food tasted just as it always had. Sitting around the familiar wooden table, listening to the chatter of the younger students around him, Wang Teng felt a surge of nostalgia.

After the meal, Wang Teng had to take his leave.

Before leaving the college, he made a point of asking the guard at the gatehouse.

"When does your college typically have its long holidays each year?"

The security guard thought for a moment and replied, "It's usually from the end of June to the end of August, a two-month period."

"The specific date will be on the calendar."

Wang Teng thanked him and turned to walk out of the college gate.

Standing outside the door, he turned back and glanced at the Notting College sign one last time.

The sun was shining brightly, casting bright spots of light on the plaque.

He silently noted down the time in his mind—June two years later.

At that time, Tang San should leave Notting City and head to Soto City, to Shrek Academy.

He himself also needs to be prepared before that happens.

Blue Silver Emperor's right leg soul bone...

Everything needs to be planned step by step.

Wang Teng turned around, his back to the academy, and started walking.

The streets were bustling with people, noisy and full of life.

His figure merged into the crowd and gradually disappeared into the distance.

The road ahead is long.

But at least for now, the direction is clear.

As evening fell, Wang Teng returned to Huwang Village.

When I pushed open the gate to my own yard, it was already getting dark.

However, an oil lamp was lit in the courtyard.

In the dim light, Wang Teng saw a huge object lying on the ground in the center of the courtyard.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tiger.

At this moment, Wang Sheng was squatting next to the tiger, holding a knife in his hand, and dealing with it cleanly and efficiently.

The tiger skin had been completely peeled off and laid out on a stone slab to the side, its dark yellow fur gleaming with an oily sheen under the light.

Wang Sheng was currently cutting tiger meat, the blade making a dull sound as it sliced ​​through the flesh.

"Big brother?"

Wang Teng took a few steps closer, circled the tiger halfway, and said with surprise in his voice, "You said this morning that you were going to hunt a tiger for Father, and I thought you were just saying it casually."

"I didn't expect that you would actually catch one in just half a day?"

This tiger is quite large; I'd estimate it weighs five or six hundred pounds.

Moreover, although the tiger had already stopped breathing, its former ferocity could still be seen as it lay there.

"Fuck-"

Wang Sheng cut off another large piece of meat, casually tossed it into the wooden basin beside him, and then looked up to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

"I never expected to be so lucky."

"I went into the mountains this morning, and hadn't gone very far when I ran into this beast."

"It was probably coming down the mountain in search of food, and I just happened to run into it."

Wang Sheng took a breath and continued, "Luckily, it wasn't a soul beast, it was just an ordinary tiger."

"If it really is a soul beast, with my soul power of only a dozen levels, let alone hunting it, it's questionable whether I can even escape."

As he spoke, Wang Sheng swung his knife and cut off another section of the spine.

The sound of the knife blade striking the cutting board echoed in the courtyard.

At that moment, the kitchen curtain was lifted, and Wang Wu came out.

He had a coarse cloth apron tied around his waist, and his hands were covered in flour.

When Wang Wu saw Wang Teng return, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Teng'er is back?"

"Perfect timing, your older brother has almost finished dealing with the tiger, let's eat tiger meat tonight."

Father Wang Wu walked to the center of the yard, bent down and picked up the wooden basin full of tiger meat, weighed it in his hand, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"Tengzi, quickly wash your hands and come help in the kitchen."

"Sheng'er, let's leave the rest of the bones for now and deal with them tomorrow."

Soon, the sounds of chopping vegetables and mincing bones filled the kitchen, mixed with the crackling of firewood in the stove.

Wang Sheng continued tidying up the odds and ends in the yard, while Wang Teng lifted the curtain and went into the kitchen.

Chapter 84 The Next Two-Year Plan

"Dad, let me help you start the fire."

Wang Teng sat down on a small stool in front of the stove, grabbed a handful of dry firewood, and stuffed it in.

Wang Wu was busy at the stove, his spatula flying across the pot. Before long, a rich aroma of meat wafted from the pot, filling the entire kitchen and drifting out into the yard through the door cracks.

By the time the moon rose above the treetops, the meal was ready.

A large pot of well-cooked tiger meat was placed in the center of the table, next to a pile of white rice.

The light from the oil lamp shone on the surface of the broth, giving it an enticing sheen.

Wang Teng ate the meat with rice.

The tiger meat was stewed until flavorful, but the muscle fibers were quite coarse, making it difficult to chew.

He took a few hard bites and finally swallowed the mouthful of meat.

However, his teeth were stuck with a lot of bits of food.

"How about it?"

Wang Wu gave each of his two sons a large piece of meat, and also gave himself a piece.

"Your dad's cooking skills haven't gotten worse, have they?"

"good to eat."

Wang Sheng didn't even look up, silently shoveling rice into his mouth.

"It smells good," Wang Teng said, taking a sip of soup and rinsing his mouth. "It's just a bit... hard on the teeth."

"That's how tiger meat is," Wang Wu smiled. "The muscles and flesh are firm, and it's hard to make it completely tender no matter how long you stew it."

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

The meal left the table a complete mess.

The three of them worked together and managed to finish most of the large bowl of tiger meat.

Wang Sheng patted his belly contentedly, and Wang Teng also felt warm all over, an indescribable comfort.

After the meal, Wang Wu didn't rush to clear the dishes, but instead moved a small wine jar from the wall.

This was one of the three jars of medicinal wine that Wang Teng brought back.

Wang Wu broke the clay seal, poured out a small half-cup, and the amber-colored wine swirled slightly in the cup.

"Sizzle—Ah!"