Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

After hearing Ning Fengzhi’s words, Xueye Emperor Long Yan was so happy that he couldn’t help but clapped his hands and praised:

“Well, as expected of Sect Leader Ning, his analysis is so original and yet extremely penetrating, and he also controls the situation in the empire and even the mainland so accurately, it is really admirable.”

 Subsequently, Emperor Xueye made his final judgment regarding the Wuhun Palace sending a team to compete in the Tiandou Empire’s Imperial City Circle competition area:

“In that case, according to Sect Master Ning’s words, we agree to Wuhun Palace’s application to participate.”

“However, we don’t need to give them any preferential treatment, let them compete from the qualifiers like other academy teams.”

 After speaking, he looked at the prince Xue Qinghe and ordered:

“Qinghe, I’ll leave this matter to you.”

Xue Qinghe immediately respectfully accepted the order:

 “Yes, Father!”

But under his slightly drooped head, an imperceptible smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth: "Done!"

 After settling the application for the Wuhun Palace competition, everyone started a long debate on the various political affairs of the Tiandou Empire.

During this period, the two parties, headed by Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xuexing, could not avoid quarreling, criticizing and arguing. The entire political hall was as noisy as a market, and the boiling sounds never stopped for a moment.

 The chaos in the Tiandou court made Emperor Xueye feel a headache. Even Ning Fengzhi, who was usually very patient, and Sword Douluo, who had a clear sword heart, couldn't stop their brows from beating wildly when they saw it.

Perhaps among the people present, only Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Tiandou Prince Xue Qinghe, and Poison Douluo Dugubo could remain calm.

Rather than saying that Qian Renxue was calm, it would be better to say that she was very happy. After all, the more chaotic the Tiandou Empire's court, the more advantageous it was for her, as she could fish in troubled waters and seize more power.

 As for Dugu Bo, it was just a drama-watching mentality.

Because the political situation in the court was too chaotic, the two parties headed by Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xuexing attacked each other to an almost extreme degree.

 In short, I disagree with what you agree with, and I agree with what you oppose.

 As a result, after a court meeting, not a single political issue could be resolved and implemented.

　　Until the end, Emperor Xueye sat upright in the throne above the high platform for too long, and his body finally couldn't bear it anymore. He coughed violently again, and the government finally came to an end.

After taking a breath, Emperor Xueye calmly waved his hands to many courtiers, signaling to retreat:

 “Sect Master Ning stays, and the others retreat.”

 …

 Not long.

 All courtiers, including Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xue Xing, have all left. The royal guards responsible for guarding Emperor Xue Ye’s safety and maintaining order in the hall have also withdrawn.

In the entire political hall, only Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Emperor Xueye, who was sitting on the imperial throne on the high platform and coughing non-stop, were left.

Emperor Xue Ye naturally wanted Ning Fengzhi to stay with him, hoping that the latter would check up on him and treat his body to see if he could prolong his life and live a few more years.

Unfortunately, what Emperor Xue Ye didn't know was that the reason why his body was aging so rapidly was because he was poisoned by the poison mixed with the blood-piercing system of the Arkfish Douluo.

Ping Ning Fengzhi, an auxiliary soul master who had no knowledge of poisonous poisons, could not be cured, and there were no even signs of his poisoning.

 There is not much time left for Emperor Xue Ye.

 …

Hearing the violent coughs coming from behind, Prince Xue Qinghe stepped out of the door of the Political Hall. He turned around and took a deep look at the high platform of the Political Hall. A golden light flashed across his deep eyes.

 Perhaps she was a little impatient and seized control of the Tiandou Empire too quickly, which touched Emperor Xueye's red line and aroused his vigilance.

 That’s why Emperor Xue Ye pushed the two losers Prince Xue Xing and the fourth prince Xue Beng to the front of the stage to compete with him in order to maintain his precarious dominance.

Qian Renxue sees this clearly than anyone else.

But it doesn’t matter, since Emperor Xueye won’t live long anyway, as long as he dies, the entire Tiandou Empire will fall into his hands.

No one can stop him from stealing the power of the Tiandou Empire, not Prince Xue Xing, nor the fourth prince Xue Beng, nor their lackeys.

Those rubbish, let them all die when the time comes, now let them dance around for a while longer.

As for the power control over the Tiandou Empire, it will not be too late to increase efforts after the elite competition of high-level soul masters in the continent is over.

 Anyway, that guy Xiaofeng is coming to Tiandou City soon. By then, I probably won’t be in the mood to pay attention to those nonsense, so I’ll just put it aside for now.

 In short, let’s take down that guy Xiaofeng first.

 …

 Time passes minute by minute.

Full half an hour later, Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by Sword Douluo, walked out of the gate of the political affairs hall.

"teacher."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi walk out of the political hall, Prince Xue Qinghe, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately greeted him.

 “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”

Ning Fengzhi also bowed slightly and returned the salute.

"Teacher, there is no need to be polite." Xue Qinghe raised his hand slightly, and then asked, "How is your father's health?"

 When asking, there was already a bit of concern and urgency in his tone.

"Hard to say."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slowly, looking a little embarrassed.

Xue Qinghe’s eyes flickered slightly:

“Teacher, just say it, I can bear it.”

"well-"

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh and decided to tell the truth:

"The situation is not good. His Majesty's body looks strong, but in fact he is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He is extremely weak. I'm afraid he won't live for a few more years."

Xue Qinghe, who was disguised by Qian Renxue, suddenly looked shocked:

"How could it be? My father was in good health a few years ago, so why did he suddenly become like this?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned when he heard this and seemed a little confused:

“I can’t tell you the reason.”

“It stands to reason that given your Majesty’s age, your body will definitely not be so weak. What’s more, Your Majesty is still a soul master, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people.”

“But His Majesty’s body seems to be aging too fast, but I don’t see anything unusual about Your Majesty. This is really strange.”

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi fell into deep thought.

“Even the teacher can’t tell what my father’s illness is, so what should I do?”

Seeing this, Xue Qinghe quickly interrupted his thoughts.

Ning Fengzhi is a man with unique vision and wisdom. He must not be allowed to think too much, otherwise it will be bad if he discovers any clues.

Thoughts were interrupted, Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses, glanced at Xue Qinghe who had a worried face, and said in a warm voice:

"Prince, don't worry too much. I just used the healing soul skill to treat your majesty. Now his complexion is much better. If you take good care of yourself, you may be able to live for a few more years."

"Oh? Really?" Xue Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be happy and thanked: "Thank you, teacher, for taking the trouble."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, accepted his sentiments, thought about it, and suddenly changed his voice and said:

"However, there is one thing I think it would be better to tell the prince."

Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment:

"Teacher, please tell me." Ning Fengzhi took a deep look at Xue Qinghe, and there was no sign of his mouth moving, but a meaningful word came out of his mouth and penetrated through the way of soul power transmission. In Xue Qinghe’s ears:

“Your Highness, you need to make preparations early.”

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe glanced back at Ning Fengzhi and nodded understandingly:

 “Teacher, I understand!”

Two foxes, big and small, looked at each other. Their expressions seemed ordinary, but the meaning hidden in their eyes was self-evident.

 …

The southwest of Tiandou Empire.

 Deep in the rolling mountains, in a waterfall formed by a cliff.

Tang San stood on a raised boulder, holding an ordinary small wooden hammer in his hand, trying hard to swing and hammer the torrent pouring down from the cliff more than 200 meters high.

This is the special training that Tang Hao arranged for him, to practice the hammer-casting technique of the Haotian Sect under the torrent of the waterfall - random cloak.

　　After he left Tiandou Royal Academy with Tang Hao, he trudged all the way over mountains and ridges. It took him more than half a month to reach the waterfall deep in the mountains.

Tang San was very tired from just that one journey.

Tang Hao himself is a level ninety-five super Douluo. It is easy to fly here directly with Tang San.

 But he didn't do that.

In order to temper Tang San's muscles and bones and hone his will, Tang Hao chose to rush to the special training location on foot, and along the way, he also chose complex terrain to advance.

Every day Tang Hao was striding in front, while Tang San was following behind. He had to concentrate all his energy on raising his soul power to barely keep up with his speed.

Tang Hao will not stop until Tang San's soul power is completely exhausted and Tang San's body reaches its limit.

After two hours of rest and Tang San's soul power has recovered to some extent, Tang Hao will immediately urge him to continue on his way.

This method of training oneself on the road was torture to Tang San, countless times better than the master's so-called devil training.

  But the benefits are also obvious.

 Because of this, Tang San benefited a lot from this journey.

His physical fitness has become stronger, his muscles and bones have become more resilient, and his soul power has also increased by one level without realizing it.

besides.

  It seems to be because of a stronger will.

His mental power has been greatly improved, and his purple devil eyes have also reached a higher level, reaching the mustard seed state. He can see thousands of miles away, look at the smallest detail, and see through all illusions.

 …

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How many times has this been washed into a pool? A hundred times? A thousand times? Tang San could no longer remember clearly.

Only those who have truly experienced the impact of a waterfall pouring down from a 200-meter-high mountain cliff can understand how powerful it is.

It has been more than half a year since he came to the waterfall deep in the mountains. He has also been practicing day and night for more than half a year of the special training in cloak hammering arranged by his father.

 The effect of the special training was quite good. Tang San could clearly feel his progress, and he also had a deeper understanding of the power of the random cloak hammer technique.

Tang San knew his shortcomings very well, which was that he had more than enough control but not enough explosive power.

His Blue Silver Grass martial spirit has excellent control ability, but its attack power is not very strong, let alone its explosive power.

This is a flaw of Blue Silver Grass itself. Even if he has hidden weapon skills at his side, he cannot completely make up for this flaw.

The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is about to begin, and on the Soul Fighting Platform, the rules restrict the use of foreign objects, so hidden weapon techniques are naturally useless.

Father obviously saw his own shortcomings, so he thought of leading him here to practice how to use the second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

From practicing the Luan Cloak Hammer Technique, Tang San has obviously understood the power of the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit, which is its powerful explosive power like a rainbow.

It's just that Tang San has been practicing the Cloak Hammering Technique for more than half a year, and there is still a huge gap between him and his final mastery.

According to his father's request, he spent three months holding a hammer in the rapids of the waterfall, and finally managed to swing the ninety-nine and eighty-one hammers without any confusion, ending the first phase of special training. .

However.

After the second stage of special training was replaced with wooden hammers, it also took three months, but he could only swing eight, eighty-sixty-four hammers. He was still far away from the final state of integration.

This made Tang San feel a little discouraged.

But after experiencing the powerful explosive power of the combination of the Clear Sky Hammer and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he couldn't help but be fascinated and addicted.

Sometimes Tang San couldn't help but think to himself that he might as well just give up practicing the Bluesilver Grass Spirit and switch to the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, with the master’s earnest teachings and stern warnings in front of him, he did not dare to make up his mind for a while.

Furthermore, his father Tang Hao also said that giving up the practice of Blue Silver Grass and switching to the Haotian Hammer application method is only temporary, and he will have to return to the practice of Blue Silver Grass in the future.

Hence Tang San could only suppress this unrealistic idea for the time being.

 …

Climbing out of the pool with great effort, Tang San fell on his back on a boulder that was not flat, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he was panting heavily.

In his slightly hazy vision, a waterfall like a horse poured down not far away, hitting the surface of the deep pool with a loud rumbling sound.

Countless water splashes rise, and the clear water vapor hits your face. It is moist, refreshing, and extremely comfortable.

Under the sunlight, a rainbow of seven colors spread across the pool, indescribably dazzling and colorful.

However, as long as you look around the valley where the water pool is located, there is no sense of beauty at all. The only impression is that it is ruined.

I saw cracked and collapsed stones everywhere around the valley. The stones were large and small, with different shapes, and were piled together randomly, as if there had been a war here.

 It can be vaguely seen that this place was once a beautiful place full of flowers and greenery, but it seemed to have been destroyed by a sudden incident.

Perhaps the only intact place in the entire waterfall valley is the raised boulder in the middle of the pool.

Tang San didn't know that everything he saw was actually given by his father Tang Hao.

At that time, Tang Hao saw that the waterfall cave he used to hide Ah Yin and Ah Yin's soul bones was invaded, and "A Yin" was pulled up and discarded on the ground dying. The 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone was even more... It's just missing.

In his rage, he immediately lost his mind. He held the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and struck out with a random hammer, destroying everything he once owned and never regaining the original beauty.

 Take a long rest.

Tang San felt that his strength had almost recovered, and he immediately stood up to get into the water, and went to the raised boulder in the pool to continue practicing the Cloak Hammering Technique.

But the moment Tang San turned around, a strong hand was already placed on his shoulder:

 “Xiaosan, let’s practice until here first.” (End of this chapter)