Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

This question was like a needle, precisely piercing Flander's most sensitive and vulnerable nerve.

Participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies?

What a joke!

Shrek Academy barely has the proper qualifications to operate, and even including the newly arrived Dai Mubai, they only have a handful of students. Their facilities, funding, and teaching staff...

They have nothing, so how can they participate in a competition that brings together the top talents from all over the continent?

If you try to register, you'll probably be kicked out as a lunatic!

Flanders knew exactly what was going on.

but……

His gaze swept over Dai Mubai, then subtly swept over Ma Hongjun, who was exercising in the open space not far away.

Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul, while having some minor flaws, has undeniable potential. Add to that Dai Mubai…

These kids are all prodigies! If they are properly nurtured, their future is limitless!

He really couldn't bear to let go of Dai Mubai, this piece of fat meat delivered right to his mouth, no, it was a mountain of gold delivered right in front of him!

With Dai Mubai around, at least there seems to be a glimmer of hope for resolving the academy's dire financial situation...

In a flash, the unnaturalness on Flander's face vanished, replaced by a mysterious smile. He pushed up his glasses, and a cunning white light flashed across the lenses.

"Hehe, Dai Mubai, that's a good question." Flander straightened his back, trying his best to make his tone sound confident.

"Our Shrek Academy, although not large in scale at present, still has some foundation."

He paused, observing Dai Mubai's reaction. Seeing that the other party only raised an eyebrow at him, he continued to brag, forcing himself to keep going.

"As for the qualification to participate in the Soul Master Competition... don't worry! Five years from now, Shrek Academy will definitely be able to participate!"

"Oh?" Dai Mubai's face showed just the right amount of surprise, clearly not so easily fooled.

"The dean is so confident? As far as I know, the eligibility review for the competition is very strict."

“Of course!” Flander patted his chest, raising his voice an octave higher, as if that would increase his persuasiveness.

"To be honest, after all these years in the Soul Master world, I do have some connections. I also have some dealings with the deans of several other advanced Soul Master academies. When the time comes, borrowing their spots and registering my name won't be a problem!"

Flanders' words were half true and half false.

They certainly had connections; the "Golden Trio" was quite a name back in the day.

But borrowing a spot? Especially a spot in the Soul Master Competition, which is crucial to the academy's reputation and future resource allocation? The difficulty is comparable to climbing to the sky.

But at this moment, in order to keep the students, Flanders couldn't care less about anything else; he just wanted to make empty promises to satisfy his hunger!

Dai Mubai looked at Flander's confident demeanor, his eyes flickered a few times, and he did not immediately express his opinion.

He certainly didn't believe it all.

He could tell the truth in Flanders' words. Could a dean of an academy, holed up in such a run-down village, really wield that much power?

He remained reserved.

Therefore, the next day he sent Hoan out secretly to find out everything about Flanders and Shrek Academy.

When Huo An presented the information he had gathered, Dai Mubai was slightly surprised as he looked at the information on the paper.

Flander, once one of the Golden Iron Triangle, and surprisingly, the current Dean of Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong, is also among the Golden Iron Triangle!

Blue Tyrant Academy is a renowned advanced soul master academy within the Heaven Dou Empire, fully qualified to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Moreover, the Golden Iron Triangle was quite famous on the mainland back then, and the martial soul fusion skill they used was quite powerful.

In this light, what Flanders said that day wasn't entirely boasting.

His relationship with Liu Erlong, and the possibility of him using a spot at Lanba Academy, seems to be quite real.

Although it still cannot be guaranteed 100%, it at least gave Dai Mubai a glimmer of hope.

So he settled down at Shrek Academy.

The so-called peace of mind is complete relaxation, even indulgence.

Without the ever-present surveillance of the Star Luo Imperial City, and without Davis's constant suppression and threats, Dai Mubai felt like a bird that had escaped its cage and plunged into the free sky.

Cultivation?

He has elixirs provided by Gedo! Those magical little pills are far more effective than ascetic training!

He only needed to symbolically circulate his soul power a few times a day, feeling that his soul power was steadily increasing under the effect of the pills, and that was enough for him.

As for Flander's courses on the basics of soul power, martial soul theory, and teamwork, he thought they were a waste of time, childish and useless.

Instead of wasting time, why not go to Soto and have some fun?

Soto is full of places of extravagance and pleasure.

Fine wine, delicious food, and those beautiful girls whose eyes sparkle when they look at him...

All of this captivated Dai Mubai, allowing him to temporarily forget his hatred, his pressure, and the cold, cruel Star Luo Imperial City.

Today, he once again abandoned his classes at Shrek Academy and leisurely strolled into the most luxurious hotel in Soto City.

Chapter 217 A Pleasant Feeling

Soto City, a hotel of hedonistic indulgence.

Despite its straightforward and vulgar name, it is one of the most upscale and popular places among nobles and wealthy merchants in the city.

The gilded signboard glittered in the sunlight, and scantily clad, beautiful hostesses stood at the entrance, smiling before speaking, their eyes captivating.

Dai Mubai is a regular here.

As soon as he reached the door, the sharp-eyed manager greeted him with a beaming smile, bowing so low he almost touched the ground: "Young Master Dai, you've arrived! Please come in, we've been reserving the Emperor's Hall for you, which you always book!"

Dai Mubai hummed in response, casually tossing over a few gold soul coins with practiced ease and a condescending air of charity.

The manager hurriedly caught it, his smile becoming even more obsequious, and he bowed as he led the way.

The Imperial Hall was decorated with extreme luxury.

Thick velvet carpets covered the floor, expensive oil paintings hung on the walls, crystal chandeliers emitted a mesmerizing glow, and the air was filled with the aroma of expensive incense and fine wine.

Several slender young women dressed in light gauze dresses were already waiting inside. When they saw Dai Mubai enter, they immediately surrounded him like butterflies flitting among flowers, speaking sweetly and softly, offering him fine wine, massaging his shoulders and legs, and doing everything they could to please him.

Dai Mubai enjoyed this feeling.

He lay half-reclined on the soft leather sofa, his eyes half-closed, letting the warm, soft flesh of the women close to him.

One hand held a crystal glass, the amber liquid inside gently swirling, while the other hand rudely caressed the smooth thigh of a girl beside him.

The girl trembled slightly, her face flushed, but she dared not flinch and instead moved even closer to him.

This is the taste of power and money.

In Xingluo, he needed to be cautious and to feign restraint. But here, in this border city of the Tiandou Empire, he could squander money without restraint, enjoy the awe and envy of others, and temporarily be the true, aloof Dai Mubai again.

"Young Master Dai, please try this. This is our new 'Fiery Red Lips,' it's incredibly flavorful..."

A bolder girl picked up a glass of bright red wine and brought it to Dai Mubai's lips, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Dai Mubai took a sip from her hand, and a hot, warm current slid down his throat, bringing a stimulating pleasure.

He laughed and casually pulled the girl into his arms, which drew a coquettish murmur from the other women, who all complained that Young Master Dai was biased.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room.

A young man dressed as a waiter walked in carrying a fruit platter. He kept his head down and walked very quietly.

He placed the fruit platter on the table in the middle, arranged it quickly, and then prepared to bow and leave.

Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, or perhaps because the carpet was too soft, he stumbled as he turned around, lost his balance, and accidentally bumped his elbow against the edge of the table.

"Bang!"

A silver ice bucket used to chill bottles on the table was knocked over with a crisp sound, splashing ice and water out, with a few drops even landing on Dai Mubai's shiny leather boots.

In an instant, all the laughter and playful noise in the Imperial Hall came to an abrupt halt.

All the girls looked as if they had been choked, their faces drained of color, staring in horror at the mess on the floor, then cautiously glancing at Dai Mubai on the sofa.

The young waiter who had caused the trouble was terrified, his face ashen, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. He couldn't even speak, only collapsing to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "I'm so sorry! Young Master Dai! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I..."

The smile on Dai Mubai's face vanished instantly.

He slowly, very slowly, sat up straight.

Those sinister eyes narrowed slightly, containing not anger, but only a chilling coldness.

He looked down at the unsightly water stains on his leather boots.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the young waiter who was still kowtowing and whose forehead was already bleeding.

“You,” Dai Mubai said, his voice low but carrying a chilling calm, “dirtyed my shoes.”

The young waiter froze, his kowtowing halting. He looked up, his face a mixture of tears, sweat, and blood, his eyes filled with despair and pleading: "Young Master Dai, I'll wipe it clean for you! Please, please spare me this time, I..."

"Wipe it clean?" Dai Mubai seemed to have heard something amusing, a cold smile curving his lips.

He picked up the half-finished glass of fiery red lipstick on the table and flicked his wrist slightly.

Wow!

Almost half a glass of scarlet wine was precisely splashed onto the young waiter's face.

The icy liquor mixed with the spiciness of the spirits caused the waiter to let out a short cry of pain, his eyes bulging as red liquid streamed down his terrified face, dripping onto the expensive carpet and spreading into a glaring stain.

The girls around her let out a suppressed gasp, instinctively shrinking back, not daring to breathe.

Dai Mubai stood up and walked step by step to the kneeling waiter.

He looked down at him as if he were an insect that could be crushed at will.

Do you think you cleaned it properly?

The waiter was completely terrified, mechanically repeating, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Dai Mubai bent down, stretched out two fingers, pinched the waiter's chin, and forced him to lift his face, which was covered in wine stains.

His fingers were so strong that the waiter felt as if his jawbone was about to be crushed. The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he dared not struggle.