chsdbacks Chapter 743 The Master Returns to Wuhun City
Chapter 743 The Master Returns to Wuhun City
Chapter 743 The Master Returns to Wuhun City
With the road ahead blocked, the long queue was stuck in the valley and unable to move.
The students from the fifteen advanced soul master academies all disembarked from their carriages and, led by their instructors, formed small defensive circles, remaining vigilant against any potential attacks.
Various dazzling lights appeared on the Soul Masters, their Martial Souls were released, and their Soul Rings shone brightly.
They are ready for battle.
By now, everyone knows that the convoy has been attacked, which is why it has stalled on this narrow mountain road.
The deafening roar and terrifying pressure of soul power coming from ahead were enough to explain everything; it was clearly a battle between highly skilled soul masters.
Although the attack occurred on the Spirit Hall convoy that was leading the way, and the battle site was a safe distance from their location, no one could guarantee that their side would not be affected, nor did they know if there were other attackers lurking in the shadows.
Necessary vigilance and defense are still necessary.
Now, almost every student present was curious about who this person was who dared to attack even the Spirit Hall.
The Spirit Hall is the most powerful spirit master force in the entire Douluo Continent. Who would dare to provoke them easily? Are they really just bandits? Don't they have eyes?
The location of Blazing Fire Academy.
Huo Wu had no choice but to stop her training and got off the carriage with her brother Huo Wushuang and her teammates.
Before long, Shui Bing'er and Feng Xiaotian, who were nearby, also gathered over with their respective teams from Tianshui Academy and Shenfeng Academy.
The three forces came together, each fulfilling their duties and protecting each other, forming a massive, impenetrable defensive formation.
Blazing Fire Academy, Sky Water Academy, and Divine Wind Academy, the three elemental academies, were already allies with close ties. Now, they have joined forces to form a new team—the Fire-Water-Wind Team—making their relationship even closer.
Naturally, it involves both offense and defense, and joint defense.
Huo Wu wanted to go ahead and check what had happened, but her brother Huo Wushuang stopped her.
"Brother, why are you stopping me?"
Huo Wu pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, and said:
"The Spirit Hall convoy ahead has been attacked. We need to go help and kill that blind little thief!"
Huo Wushuang's lips twitched slightly. He glanced at her speechlessly. As your brother, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?
You're not going to help deal with some petty thief; you're clearly taking the opportunity to go find your sweetheart.
Besides, what kind of petty thief was that?
Look at that terrifying soul power, and listen to that thunderous roar. It's definitely a battle between experts at the Soul Douluo level or above. I would believe it if you said they were Title Douluo-level beings.
Is this something we can get involved in?
Besides, the Spirit Hall's convoy is not without strong people. With Chrysanthemum Douluo and those two hundred Holy Emperor Warriors, why would they need us?
If we go there, we might just cause them trouble.
Huo Wushuang kept complaining in his mind.
However, he only thought these words to himself and did not say them to Huo Wu's face.
Meeting his sister's coquettish yet angry gaze, he straightened his expression and said seriously:
"Things aren't that simple."
"You noticed the falling rocks earlier, right? It was clearly premeditated and not unintentional. It was probably aimed at the Spirit Hall's convoy."
"However, the attacker's cultivation level seems ridiculously high. Don't you find that strange?"
"Although the Heavenly Dou Empire has some large bandit groups, they are all low-class and do not possess such powerful cultivation."
"They dared to attack even the Spirit Hall's convoy; they're definitely not petty thieves, and they're not people we can handle."
Finally, Huo Wushuang looked at Huo Wu and said seriously:
"Sister, we don't need to worry about the Spirit Hall. Protecting ourselves is the most important thing."
At this moment, Shui Bing'er also came over and said softly:
"Sister Huowu, I think Brother Wushuang is right. The Spirit Hall's caravan is far stronger than ours."
"Leaving aside the two hundred Holy Emperor Warriors, Chrysanthemum Douluo alone is enough to deal with this attack. We should protect ourselves first."
After speaking, Shui Bing'er's intelligent, light blue eyes flickered slightly. She winked at Huo Wu discreetly, leaned close to the latter's ear, and whispered:
"Sister, there are too many people around right now, so it's better if we avoid looking for the Seven Winds Saint. There will be plenty of opportunities once we get to Martial Soul City, so why rush things? What do you think?"
Hearing Huo Wushuang's words, Huo Wu pouted, feeling rather displeased, but she couldn't very well refute them.
At this moment, Shui Bing'er came over to persuade her. With a telepathic understanding, she immediately grasped the meaning behind the other party's words, and her eyes lit up when she heard the last sentence.
The two girls exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering as they both blushed.
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Inside the carriage of the Beast Academy.
As the chilly air wafted from the mountains on either side of the path, Long Gong Meng Shu, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his eyes gleaming with silver light as he gazed into the distance through the carriage.
"Old man, what happened?"
Snake Granny Chaotianxiang reacted a little slower, then opened her eyes, a look of confusion appearing on her wrinkled, old face.
She only had the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor. Although she could sense that something was happening, she couldn't use her spiritual power to investigate like the Dragon Lord, so she didn't know exactly what had happened.
His spiritual energy emanated from his body, and after carefully sensing it for a while, Dragon Lord Meng Shu responded:
"Someone attacked the Spirit Hall convoy ahead, and the convoy has been stopped."
"The opponent is very strong. I cannot break through his mental blockade to perceive his identity, and I do not know exactly who he is."
"However, judging from the soul power aura and pressure he exuded, it can be confirmed that he is a Title Douluo of level 90 or above."
"What? A level 90 Title Douluo?"
Hearing Dragon Lord's words, Snake Woman Chaotianxiang's eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly too shocked to bear. She then asked her husband again to confirm:
"Old man, the one attacking the Spirit Hall convoy right now is a Title Douluo powerhouse?"
The Dragon King nodded slightly and hummed in agreement.
Snake Granny Chaotianxiang gasped sharply, her expression turning serious:
"Then we..."
She was actually about to ask if she should go and help, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a crisp exclamation.
"What?! Someone attacked Brother Qifeng?!"
At this moment, Meng Yiran, who had been meditating cross-legged opposite the couple, emerged from her meditative state and regained consciousness. However, upon hearing such explosive news, she almost immediately jumped up, letting out a soft cry and urging:
"Grandpa, Grandma, what are we waiting for? Let's go protect Brother Qifeng!"
However, her focus was clearly different from that of the Dragon and Snake couple. She discarded all unnecessary information and focused entirely on the man she loved, urging the two of them to hurry up.
Seeing their granddaughter so love-struck and anxious, the Dragon King and Snake Queen looked at each other, feeling helpless but having no choice but to consider their granddaughter's feelings.
After all, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is their beloved grandson-in-law, and they can't afford to have anything happen to him.
Long Gong stroked his beard, looking at Meng Yiran with doting eyes, and nodded repeatedly in agreement:
"Okay, okay, Grandpa and Grandma will go right away."
After speaking, the couple stepped out of the carriage hand in hand. Just as they were about to stand up, Meng Yiran followed them out:
"Wait a minute, I want to go too."
The couple, Gaishi Longshe and his wife, exchanged a glance and could only nod in agreement.
With Meng Yiran by their side, the three of them leaped along the low hills on both sides of the valley toward the Spirit Hall convoy ahead.
On the way, Snake Granny Chaotianxiang comforted Meng Yiran:
"Yiran, don't worry. Chrysanthemum Douluo is protecting the Spirit Hall's convoy. His Highness the Holy Son will be safe."
Despite saying this, Meng Yiran's eyes still betrayed her worry, and she simply gave a soft "hmm".
Seeing this, the couple stopped talking and hurried forward in silence.
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the other side.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's private carriage, the moment Tang Hao's aura erupted, the Sword Douluo, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with sharp sword light.
His gaze seemed to see through everything, and he spoke softly:
"Sect Master, someone is blocking the road ahead and has attacked the Spirit Hall group. Judging from their aura, it seems to be the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."
In a short sentence, Sword Douluo gave Ning Fengzhi a detailed description of everything he had sensed.
"Oh?"
Ning Fengzhi was clearly surprised and puzzled:
"Why did Tang Hao go and attack the Spirit Hall's convoy at this crucial moment?"
"To assassinate that Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? Or to nip those talented young girls from the Spirit Hall's Second Team in the bud to prevent future troubles? Or perhaps for some other purpose?"
Sword Douluo slowly shook his head, indicating that he did not know.
"This doesn't make sense. Provoking the Spirit Hall now would be completely detrimental to Tang Hao. His son is going to Spirit City to participate in the finals of the Elite Soul Master Tournament. Isn't he afraid that the Spirit Hall will use Tang San as a scapegoat?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply, racking his brains, but he couldn't figure out what Tang Hao's purpose was.
Silence fell over the carriage for a moment.
A moment later, Sword Douluo seemed to realize something and suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Huh? Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan has actually cultivated to the level of a 97th-level Super Douluo? How could it be so fast?"
"I remember he should have been level 92 like me more than ten years ago. Now, only a little over ten years later, his soul power has increased by five levels, making him a level higher than me?"
"As expected of a renowned Title Douluo powerhouse in the Douluo Continent, he is indeed not to be underestimated."
Surprised, Sword Douluo couldn't help but feel a little emotional, but he didn't take it too seriously. His swordsmanship was always firm and undisturbed by external things. In just a moment, he put the matter out of his mind.
He then murmured, as if talking to himself:
"It seems that the Spirit Hall has more than just Yue Guan as a Title Douluo; there is another one hidden in the shadows."
"This aura seems somewhat familiar. Hmm, it looks like Poison Douluo Dugu Bo."
"No, besides Dugu Bo, there's another one. He's a Title Douluo with a weapon spirit, a snake-shaped weapon, a spear? Where did this Title Douluo come from? I've never seen one like him before."
"Three Title Douluos, no, three Super Douluos."
"Oh no, Tang Hao is in big trouble!"
Hearing Sword Douluo's words, Ning Fengzhi snapped out of his reverie, stood up straight, and exclaimed in surprise:
"What?! Three Super Douluo?! Uncle Jian, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Sword Douluo nodded solemnly.
They knew all too well the weight of the three Super Douluo; they were capable of destroying almost any Soul Master force on the Douluo Continent except for the Spirit Hall and the three Upper Sects.
"A small Spirit Hall caravan actually harbored three Super Douluo of level 95 or higher? Such terrifying power was hidden within this caravan, right beside us? What exactly is the Spirit Hall's intention?"
Ning Fengzhi was momentarily stunned, then suddenly felt a cold sweat run down his back, filled with lingering fear. It wasn't until much later that he finally calmed down and pondered:
"No, they might not be targeting me and Uncle Jian; perhaps they're preparing this specifically to deal with Tang Hao."
Ning Fengzhi spoke while deep in thought, his tone carrying a cryptic undertone that made it impossible to discern whether his words were good or bad:
"It seems that the Spirit Hall had anticipated this all along. Tang Hao's attack on the Spirit Hall group at this time has probably fallen into their trap."
"They're waiting for him."
At this moment, Sword Douluo suddenly spoke:
"Sect Master, should we..."
Before Sword Douluo could finish speaking, Ning Fengzhi understood his meaning, raised his hand to stop Sword Douluo from saying anything more, and shook his head, saying:
"No, this is a feud between Tang Hao and the Spirit Hall. We can't get involved, otherwise we'll be inviting trouble and giving the Spirit Hall a handle and a reason to attack us."
He paused, then changed the subject and continued:
"However, we can't pretend we don't see it."
"After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is a co-organizer of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, and I am also a member of the official organizing committee of the tournament."
"And the second team of the Spirit Hall convoy is also one of the teams participating in the finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament. We also have a nominal responsibility to protect their safety."
"So, let's go take a look. As for the rest, we'll see."
"clear!"
Sword Douluo nodded slightly, then waved his hand to summon his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, and rode the wind with Ning Fengzhi away on the sword.
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Wuhun City.
Today, a carriage arrived outside the city gate, and a middle-aged man dressed plainly in coarse cloth stepped out.
The middle-aged man appeared to be in his fifties, of medium build, slightly thin, and exuded an air of slovenliness and decadence.
His appearance was quite ordinary.
He had a buzz cut, a thick beard, and his cheeks were so stiff they were almost sunken. His two thick lips, like sausages, were tightly pursed together. He had a bitter face, looking like he harbored deep hatred, as if everyone owed him millions of gold soul coins.
After traveling through the night at breakneck speed, covered in dust and grime, Yu Xiaogang managed to compress the journey, which would have taken at least twenty days, into just over ten days, and finally arrived at the majestic city before him.
He didn't linger outside the city gate, and without even being tested by a Soul Master, he easily entered the Spirit City using the Pope's Decree he borrowed from Ning Fengzhi.
(End of this chapter)