In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

If I, Flanders, have a bite to eat, you'll have a sip of porridge. If I, Flanders, have a sip of soup, you'll have a dish to wash.

Boss, opportunities abound; I've already prepared them for you.

We don't care about Tang Hao's guidance.

Another brief silence followed.

No one could see the changes in Tang Hao's expression beneath the hood.

In the end, he gave in. He threw out a card.

"There are 100,000 gold soul coins in the card, enough for the mistress's future tuition fees, right?"

"That's enough for now."

Flander smiled as he took the card.

Cool!

Money doesn't matter, it's all about venting my anger!

What the hell does "temporary" mean? Just watch my performance!

Tang Hao understood Fran's words. He felt he was on the verge of going berserk.

If he weren't wary of Flander's terrifying speed, he really would have liked to pin him to the ground and rub him mercilessly.

"Calm down, stay calm. A small act of impatience can lead to a major disaster."

He kept reassuring himself, then gave a faint "hmm" and disappeared into the night.

Only after Tang Hao left did Flander mutter in a voice he could hear, "He didn't make a move even after being provoked so much; it seems this Haotian Douluo has something to gain!"

However, regardless of the image quality, no one can mess with me!

The improvement in his strength gave Flanders a great deal of confidence.

After all, he received so many opportunities from Boss Lin Yan and his strength has improved so much. If he can't even protect his own face and friends, then all his cultivation has been for nothing.

No.

They're not even as good as dogs.

After all, Tang Hao might not dare to act recklessly in front of Master Hei.

Didn't you see Sword Douluo throwing powerful punches at others, yet being so subservient to Blackie?

Moreover, speaking for myself, it's certain that I can't beat Tang Hao, but running away doesn't necessarily mean I'll lose.

Although Tang Hao possesses the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, his power is extraordinary.

However, in terms of speed, it may not be very fast.

He was naturally skilled in speed, and acquiring the Golden Roc Treasure Technique was like adding wings to a tiger.

"A roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles." That speed is no exaggeration.

"Let's go. Back to the academy."

Flanders called out.

But Zhao Wuji didn't move.

The other person was staring blankly into space, looking as if they had missed out on a fortune.

"You really want Tang Hao's guidance?"

Flanders rolled his eyes at him.

"As you know, I've been at this level for many years..." Zhao Wuji became more and more heartbroken as he spoke.

"Look at you, so pathetic. You can stand, but you insist on kneeling?" Flander snorted.

He casually picked up a steamed bun.

"Don't say that your older brother doesn't take care of you."

"Flander, I'm not hungry."

"Do you think I'm afraid you'll go hungry?" Flander was furious. "I snatched this from you in front of an 800,000-year-old soul beast."

"Huh, is an 800,000-year-old soul beast really that unambitious? It's even reduced to eating steamed buns."

Zhao Wuji despised him.

Damn. Is this a point of concern?

Flander was somewhat exasperated.

"Forget it, don't forget it. Do you remember the holy water we drank last time? These steamed buns were made with the holy water and the dough."

"Hiss... Dean, I need it..."

Zhao Wuji gasped, snatched the steamed bun like a vicious dog hunting its prey, and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed it all in a few bites.

And then later.

He felt his inner universe explode, and terrifying soul power was frantically attacking the bottleneck that had plagued him for many years.

Not long after.

A vast amount of soul power erupted from his body.

Is this a breakthrough?

Zhao Wuji's eyes burned with intense emotion.

A steamed bun shattered the shackles on his cultivation!

Do you believe it?

Chapter Thirty-Nine: My 'Lord'? Immortal Emperor?

Another day, Lin Yan arrived at the Heavenly Path Library as usual.

Suddenly, I was pleasantly surprised.

In the courtyard, Ning Rongrong had somehow stood up from her sitting position.

"You're finally awake!"

Lin Yan immediately looked him up and down.

He noticed that after five days, Ning Rongrong seemed to have grown quite a bit taller, reaching about 1.65 meters.

Although her cheeks had thinned, her eyes were bright and piercing, possessing a unique charm.

"A Soul Master truly lives up to their name; five days without food, yet still looking incredibly energetic. What I didn't expect is that the novels from my previous life are still so captivating in this one."

Intriguing! So even the top Soul Masters enjoy fantasizing!

Lin Yan was amazed by the performance of Ning Rongrong and the other two these past few days.

He suddenly remembered a news article he had read in his past life. It said that an addict in the US had actually given up drugs by reading cultivation novels written by Chinese bigwigs.

He used to scoff at the incident, thinking it was just a publicity stunt.

Lin Yanxin now believes it.

After all, Ning Rongrong and the others had given up eating altogether. Quitting drugs was child's play for them.

I'm risking my life to read novels. Can you believe it?

actually.

At this moment, although Ning Rongrong's eyes were open, she was not fully awake, but rather in a state of self-forgetfulness.

She had been immersed in the world of "The Holy King" for five days, witnessing that bizarre and magnificent world, and today she finally reaped the rewards.

At this moment, within the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a magical little golden figure sitting cross-legged.

He came from the world of "The Holy King" and was named Mark of the Gods. After Ning Rongrong finished reading the book, a certain Ming mysteriously appeared in her mind's eye.

As the golden figure glowed faintly, a series of obscure and unpredictable mantras appeared in her mind.

"Use Qi to guide the spirit, and the spirit to form an image. Every gesture and movement carries the power of a giant elephant. The human body is composed of 840 million particles. If its potential is awakened, each tiny particle is a giant..."

The power of the elephant, fully awakened, rivaled that of a divine elephant, capable of overturning rivers and seas, roaring down stars, plucking the moon and swallowing the sun, all in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the name of this cultivation technique came to Ning Rongrong's mind.

The Divine Elephant Suppresses Hell!

When this technique is mastered to its highest level, one will be above all gods, and will be called 'Lord'!

"Lord... what an unparalleled being that is!"

At this moment, Ning Rongrong finally regained full consciousness, her heart filled with boundless longing. A thought arose spontaneously: if she could see 'the Lord' even once in this life, it would be worth it even if she had to give her life!

and many more.

Suddenly, her gaze sharpened. A figure appeared in her eyes.

I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd.

Isn't this flawless man before me the 'Master'?

"teacher."

For once, she respectfully bowed to Lin Yan.

At this moment.

She then realized how ridiculous and ignorant her previous assumptions were.

To compare God's power with that of a teacher is simply an insult.

What are the gods?

Ning Rongrong was absolutely certain that the Master was an existence above all gods... Lord!

But why did the teacher come into this world?

Could there be some earth-shattering rumor?

After all, aren't the big shots in novels all disguised as ordinary people, secretly plotting their schemes in the human world?