Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

Tang San didn't respond to Flender's question, a flicker of pain flashing through his eyes.

He quickly changed the subject, pulling out a letter from the Moonlit Night on Twenty-Four Bridges and handing it to Flender.

"Before I left, my teacher told me to deliver this letter to you after I passed the academy's assessment and was admitted."

Hearing this, a mix of sorrow and amusement flashed across Flender's face.

"He's still as stubborn as ever. That's just like him. Finally decided to contact me, did he?"

As he spoke, Flender carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the pristine letter inside.

Tang San noticed that Flender's hands trembled slightly as he unsealed it.

He couldn't see the contents of the letter, but he watched as Flender's expression shifted continuously.

Flender's face displayed a myriad of emotions—joy, anger, sadness, and even elation—all in rapid succession.

"Well, well, you old fool. What are you trying to prove? Is there really anything left to prove? Don't you know that, actually…"

Flender seemed to lapse into a manic state, muttering words that Tang San couldn't understand.

Oddly enough, it reminded Tang San of Grandmaster. Whenever Grandmaster was agitated, he exhibited the same irrational behavior.

This raised a suspicion in Tang San's mind—could Flender suffer from a similar condition?

If so, that might explain why he had picked up Grandmaster's peculiar habits during their time together.

Tang San, however, wasn't foolish enough to ask outright. He decided to observe Flender discreetly for now.

After all, such states were difficult to hide.

But if his suspicion proved true, what should he do?

Six years of enduring Grandmaster's eccentricities had been torture enough. Still, Grandmaster was his teacher.

Well… maybe he'd just give him a grand burial.

Elsewhere, Yun Feng, having tidied up his dormitory with Zhu Zhuqing's help, accompanied her to Xiao Wu's room.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't have the same privileges as Yun Feng and shared her dorm with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.

Under Xiao Wu's arrangements, Zhu Zhuqing silently inspected her bed before murmuring a soft "thank you."

"I'm Zhu Zhuqing. Just call me Zhuqing from now on."

Xiao Wu grinned and asked, "Alright, Zhuqing. What about you two? Are you planning to rest or go for a walk?"

Zhu Zhuqing decisively shook her head.

"I'll stay here to cultivate."

Seeing her resolve, Xiao Wu didn't insist. She turned to Yun Feng instead.

After thinking for a moment, Yun Feng nodded.

"Sure, I'll go with you."

Xiao Wu's face lit up with joy. To her, Yun Feng was her closest friend.

"Great! Let's go find Rongrong and see how she's doing with her run!"

Yun Feng agreed readily, partly because he had a few things he wanted to ask Xiao Wu.

"Alright."

As they stepped out of the room, the voice of Ah Yin echoed in Yun Feng's spiritual sea.

"Did you already bind that little girl to your side? She's a soul beast too."

Ah Yin's comment was sudden, but Yun Feng responded this time, a faint smile on his face.

"Of course. What's the harm in that? A 100,000-year soul beast in its juvenile form—how could I not recognize it?"

Ah Yin fell silent, momentarily unsure of Yun Feng's intentions.

A 100,000-year soul beast, even if its soul ring couldn't be absorbed, still possessed soul bones that were invaluable treasures.

Could it be that Yun Feng was raising her for eventual sacrifice?

As the thought struck, Ah Yin froze as if struck by lightning, unable to move for a long time.

Noticing her reaction, Yun Feng chuckled.

"Seems like you're not as clueless as I thought. Good job figuring that out. Keep going!"

With those cryptic words, Yun Feng severed the mental connection and strolled alongside Xiao Wu across the village's fields.

Not far away, a voice drifted toward them.

"Oscar, how far is one lap around here?"

Ning Rongrong's voice carried a note of frustration.

She had been brimming with confidence at the start. Even as an auxiliary-type soul master, her father had always emphasized physical training, so her physique wasn't weak.

Though not as strong as a battle soul master, her years of exercise had given her a healthy body, especially adept at running.

But now, after so long and under Oscar's lead, she hadn't even completed one lap. At this rate, forget finishing by lunch—she might not even make it back in time for dinner.

Her stamina was rapidly depleting, making it impossible to maintain her pace.

Oscar sighed wryly.

"I told you when we started—this is a task that can't be completed."

"But don't worry. With two auxiliary soul masters together, we won't go hungry, will we?"

"How about a little…"

Ning Rongrong shot him a glance. Despite her young age, her alluring gaze carried a hint of charm.

Oscar felt his knees go weak under her gaze and chuckled sheepishly. In a show of enthusiasm, he whispered,

"I've got a big sausage."

With a flash of light, a fragrant sausage appeared in his hand, which he offered to Ning Rongrong.

"My first soul skill restores stamina. Not only does it heal injuries, but it also replenishes energy. Try it!"

"With my sausage to support you, we could run not just twenty laps but two hundred without worrying about food."

"Eat your sausage yourself! Disgusting, get lost!"

With a flick of her wrist, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda emerged, boosting her agility and allowing her to sprint ahead at an accelerated pace.

"Uh…"

Oscar stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

Even Xiao Wu, further ahead, was shocked to hear someone as graceful as Ning Rongrong utter such harsh words.

Yun Feng, however, simply chuckled. It wasn't surprising—Oscar didn't understand that Ning Rongrong's status as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan came with a fiery personality.

This was the real Ning Rongrong, her true colors finally showing.

As the cherished little princess and a troublemaker of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong's pride and temper weren't easily matched.

In a way, Oscar was

lucky. If her two overprotective grandfathers had heard him making such crude remarks, he'd have learned firsthand why flowers bloom red.

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