Chapter 68: The Eve of the Tournament (Part 1)
"Qianjue, I won't be accompanying you to that soul master tournament you mentioned." On the way, Xue Linglong glanced northward. "I am still the ruler of the Extreme North and cannot be away for long."
Du Qianjue nodded. Anyway, as long as Du bushi was with him, everything would be fine. He was sure Du bushi would be more than happy to go to Xingluo City and mock Chicken Leg Douluo Xuanzai.
If Xuanzai continued to mess things up like in the original storyline, causing significant injuries and deaths among Shrek's students, it would be even more interesting. Du bushi could humiliate Xuanzai to the point of no return.
On the one hand, Du Qianjue hoped Xuanzai would continue his reckless behavior; on the other hand, he didn't. If Xuanzai messed up, it would give a reason for direct confrontation, but if not, Du Qianjue could still publicly humiliate the Shrek team.
It was a dilemma. Regardless, Du Qianjue would not lose out; he could make Shrek Academy look bad either way. He had no fondness for that prideful and arrogant group of "continental police."
Shrek Academy had countless reasons to be criticized, too many to list. Plus, Du Qianjue had some new tricks planned for this tournament, better not seen by Xue Linglong.
Absolutely not because he was afraid.
This time, Du Qianjue and Xue Linglong didn't take their time sightseeing; the tournament was only a few days away. The dean of the Di'ao Academy must be on the verge of tears, not having heard from Du Qianjue.
Taking half a day, Xue Linglong escorted Du Qianjue back to the Ontology Sect, then she returned to the Extreme North.
"You're back?" Du bushi was lounging on a swing in Du Qianjue's courtyard, lazily basking in the sun.
Sensing Du Qianjue's return, Du bushi greeted him without looking up, not surprised by the noticeable increase in Du Qianjue's strength. He was used to it by now.
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Even if someone told him Du Qianjue was about to become a god, Du bushi wouldn't be surprised. The cheats had gone too far, and Du bushi was already numb.
"Uncle Ancestor, you've become lazy!" Du Qianjue pointed at Du bushi, disappointed. "You just broke through to the limit; have you already become a salted fish?"
"Even salted fish will turn over while sunbathing!"
Du bushi rolled his eyes at Du Qianjue and, in response, turned over, presenting his back to Du Qianjue.
Du bushi: Don't talk to me, kid!
Du Qianjue almost spat out blood.
"Alright, just say what you want." Du bushi waved his hand dismissively.
"Uncle Ancestor, you're really taking the salted fish role seriously." Du Qianjue was exasperated, with a few black lines on his forehead.
"The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament is about to start. Are you sure you want to stay lazy instead of coming to Xingluo City with me to humiliate Shrek Academy?"
"This time, the lead teacher is probably Xuanzai, the Chicken Leg Douluo. You've finally broken through; don't you want to show off in front of him?"
Du bushi shot up from his lazy position, his face immediately brightened.
"Let's go, now!" Du bushi grabbed Du Qianjue by the collar, turning into a dark green streak of light and flying off.
"Jinpeng! I'm off to make a name for the Ontology Sect. You're in charge now!"
In the distance, a voice reached Jinpeng's ears.
Jinpeng was stunned. Looking down at the pile of sect affairs on his desk, he began to cry.
"Sect Leader! You didn't help with sect affairs when you were here!"
"Wait, isn't this supposed to be your job?!"
Jinpeng was teary-eyed, overwhelmed.
Touching his thinning hair, Jinpeng started to emit an aura of despair. He had thought Po Du bushi 's balding was due to his Du bushi backlash.
He was too naive!
Only now, at over two hundred years old, did he see the truth.
"Young Sect Leader, please hurry and break through to Titled Douluo and take over the sect! Boohoohoo..."
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"Boohoohoo... Young Sect Leader, you're finally back!" The dean of Di'ao Academy was indeed in tears.
He had pinned all his hopes on Du Qianjue, the strong external reinforcement, to help Di'ao Academy win the tournament. With Du Qianjue's strength, it was the first time in ten thousand years that they had a chance to defeat Shrek Academy!
The dean had been anxiously awaiting Du Qianjue's return every day, almost turning into a stone statue in his office.
Du Qianjue shivered, feeling a sudden chill down his spine.
A grown man making such an expression is really disgusting!
Du Qianjue rolled up his sleeves, revealing goosebumps all over his arm.
Damn, magic damage!
"When does the tournament start?" Du Qianjue asked.
"In less than ten days. We plan to leave seven days early," the dean replied honestly. "The team is already assembled: six main team members and seven reserve members, besides you."
Hmm, the same configuration as Shrek Academy: a main team and a reserve team.
Or rather, all soul master academies configured their teams this way.
The dean had also selected the next year's team, bringing them to get a feel for the tournament atmosphere and prepare for the next year.
He didn't dare hope Du Qianjue would help Di'ao Academy again next year.
So he had to prepare in advance.
If Du Qianjue did help again next year, it would be simple: just kick someone out.
If Du Qianjue led the team again next year, he alone could win with six other average members.
"Alright, so in a couple of days. Let me know a day before we leave." Du Qianjue rubbed his chin. "Oh, and help me process this into a few cloaks."
Du Qianjue handed over the dark demon evil god tiger's skin he had peeled.
Only the tiger skin; he wouldn't give away the other parts.
The dark demon evil god tiger was entirely valuable: bones, tendons, waist, heart, meat...
Tiger bones could be used to make wine; the tendons could be a delicacy, and the other parts were equally precious.
All of it was pure yang tonic!
Not useful now, but in the future...
"Ugh...can't think about it. I'm only thirteen; can't be thinking those thoughts."
The dean was shocked, taking the huge tiger skin. It was extremely complete and of excellent quality.
"This is..."
"My seventh spirit ring, the skin of the dark demon evil god tiger. It's very precious, so don't ruin it. Find experienced weavers to make cloaks." Du Qianjue instructed.
This might be the last dark demon evil god tiger on the entire Douluo Continent, a true rarity.
"Oh...the seventh spirit ring..." The dean repeated dumbly.
"Wait, the seventh spirit ring?!" He was shocked, staring at Du Qianjue as if he had seen a ghost.
Du Qianjue shrugged, letting his spirit rings rise from his feet, unleashing the powerful aura of a Soul Sage.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red!!
The seven rings dazzled the dean, especially the terrifying red ten-thousand-year ring that nearly dropped his jaw to the ground.
"Ten thousand years..."
(End of Chapter)
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