Chapter 177 Conversation Between Grandfather and Granddaughter, Meng Yiran's Decision, Bibi Dong Meets Yu Xiangang
"Haotian Douluo's words are indeed reasonable. In that case, why don't I send someone... no, I personally escort Haotian Douluo back to the Haotian Sect tomorrow?" Long Gong, after some thought, suggested, "According to Haotian Douluo, I believe the Martial Soul Halls in various places are currently searching for your whereabouts, intending to capture you while you're heavily injured and unable to exert your full strength."
"With me and the guards of my Meng family, you can safely return to the Haotian Sect without needing to show yourself."
Although Tang Hao currently only had the strength of a Soul Saint, his nine soul rings and his incredibly formidable aura all indicated his great power.
Long Gong estimated that even if Tang Hao lost an arm and a leg, he probably wouldn't be a match for him. Only by combining his martial soul fusion technique with his wife Madame Snake could they have a chance against Tang Hao.
Tang Hao's eyes lit up at the suggestion, as it solved his biggest problem.
Currently, with only Soul Saint strength and unable to fly, his crippled appearance would be too obvious in a crowd, making it easy for people to notice him. The Martial Soul Hall would undoubtedly be searching for him, and once his presence was noticed, Martial Soul Hall spies would quickly swarm in to capture him.
"In that case, thank you, Lord Dragon," Tang Hao sincerely thanked Meng Shu.
Lord Dragon nodded slightly, then turned to Old Man Ye, sitting beside Ye Lingling, and said, "Old Man Ye, the Martial Soul Hall is currently powerful and will undoubtedly influence our forces in the future."
"From their intention to rearrange the positions of the Seven Great Sects, it can be seen that their ambitions are not small. I think we need to prepare in advance to prevent being caught off guard by the Martial Soul Hall's future actions. What do you think?"
The old woman tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting Long Gong's, and asked, "I wonder what Lord Dragon's intention is?"
"I propose that our family forces join together to resist the Martial Soul Hall's future invasion," Meng Shu said.
"I agree with Lord Dragon's suggestion."
Tang Hao suddenly spoke up, "The Martial Soul Hall's ambitions are clear. They are no longer content with just being a religious force. If my guess is correct, what they truly desire is probably control over the entire continent."
Ye Lingling's complexion changed slightly at his words.
After hearing Tang Hao's words, the old woman also showed a slight change in expression, but she still raised her own question, "Although the Martial Soul Hall holds many soul masters, they don't have many soldiers. How can they attack the two great empires?"
"Aren't those soul masters unwilling to obey the Martial Soul Hall? After all, how many soul masters are willing to be subordinates and be thrown onto the battlefield as cannon fodder?"
Tang Hao shook his head, "Old Lady Ye, you're mistaken."
"Don't forget, the Martial Soul Hall has that old fellow, Qian Dao Liu."
"With him threatening soul masters all over the world, besides the soldiers of our Seven Great Sects and the two great empires, who else would dare to disobey his orders?"
"In the face of overwhelming power, those soul masters will all submit to the Martial Soul Hall."
Tang Hao's tone became more serious, "I can guarantee that within ten years, the Martial Soul Hall will launch a total attack on the two great empires."
"And within these ten years, the Martial Soul Hall's first move will, as Lord Dragon said, be against our Seven Great Sects, especially our Martial Soul Hall."
"We must unite to have a chance of defeating the Martial Soul Hall."
Tang Hao's words undoubtedly infected the old woman. She nodded slightly, "Haotian Douluo's words make sense. In that case, after I return with Lingling tomorrow, I will discuss the alliance matter with the people in the family."
The old woman looked at Long Gong and said, "Please give us some time."
"Of course." Long Gong smiled faintly, stroking his white beard, "With the addition of the Nine Heart Begonia, our alliance will definitely not suffer if we encounter the Martial Soul Hall on the battlefield in the future."
After chatting with everyone about some details, Tang Hao returned to the room with Meng Yiran's support and got into bed.
"Yang... Uncle Tang, good night." After giving Tang Hao a somewhat embarrassed smile, Meng Yiran left the room.
As Tang Hao looked at the expression on Meng Yiran's face, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He could see the emotions revealed in Meng Yiran's eyes, but he and the latter were destined to be incompatible...
Outside the room.
After leaving Tang Hao's room, Meng Yiran was called outside by her grandfather.
"Grandfather, what's the matter? Why did you suddenly call me out here so late at night?" Meng Yiran felt a little puzzled by her grandfather's sudden move to have a heart-to-heart conversation.
Standing in front of Meng Yiran with his hands behind his back, Long Gong suddenly said in a deep voice, "Yiran, do you have feelings for Haotian Douluo?"
Swoosh!
Meng Yiran's face suddenly changed.
"Grandfather! What are you talking about?" Meng Yiran's face suddenly turned red, as if she had been dyed with a rosy blush. Her mind recalled the face of Tang Hao illuminated by the setting sun in the afternoon.
It was a face filled with vicissitudes and stories.
It had to be said that such good looks were indeed very attractive to some naive girls.
Long Gong was very understanding of his granddaughter. He turned around and looked at Meng Yiran seriously, "Yiran, you are not young anymore. Although your grandmother and I have been urging you to find a suitable partner, you must understand, he is Haotian Douluo!"
"Setting aside his identity, just in terms of age, you and him are not compatible."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yiran suddenly retorted, "Grandfather, I've heard that even the emperors of the two great empires have married eighteen-year-old girls. Why can't I be with Uncle Tang?"
Long Gong Meng Shu chuckled and said, "But didn't you just deny it?"
"Eh..." Meng Yiran finally realized that her grandfather was teasing her.
"Ah, Yiran, do you know Haotian Douluo's status?"
"And how could you be worthy of him?"
"Let alone you, on the entire continent, how many people can match such a genius?"
"You saw it today, he not only possesses a hundred-thousand-year soul ring but also survived an ambush from Qian Renxue, the peak-level ninety-nineth-rank Douluo!"
Long Gong Meng Shu narrowed his eyes and continued, "Such a person is simply beyond your grasp."
"Moreover, a few years ago, the Martial Soul Hall also issued a wanted order for Tang Hao. Don't forget that."
"Tang Hao also has a son around your age."
"Do you think even if you could be with him, his son would accept you?"
After Meng Shu finished speaking, Meng Yiran stood still in place.
It was unclear what she was thinking.
Meng Shu continued, "I know that children of your age may admire powerful and mature men like Haotian Douluo, but that is not the love you fantasize about."
"Yiran, some things are better left as thoughts in your heart and should not be taken seriously."
"These are the only teachings I can give you. Ponder over them in your heart."
Meng Shu turned around and lightly patted Meng Yiran's shoulder, then quietly left, leaving Meng Yiran alone in the courtyard, lost in thought.
The next day.
Old Man Ye and Ye Lingling bid farewell early and left Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang's family, heading back to the Ye Clan.
After breakfast, Meng Shu finally decided to leave his wife Chao Tianxiang and granddaughter Meng Yiran at home. He took ten guards from the family and temporarily formed a caravan, setting off with Tang Hao to the Qian Renxue Empire.
After Meng Shu's group had traveled a certain distance from the Meng family, a figure walked out of the mansion and then disappeared without a trace.
...
Martial Soul Hall.
Mimicry Training Ground.
"Boom!"
Su Yun withdrew his right leg, and the large tree in front of him collapsed at the waist the next moment.
The front of the tree was marked with numerous footprints, all of which were of the same depth, indicating Su Yun's extraordinary leg techniques.
"The Stormy Rain finally succeeded in cultivation!" Su Yun looked at the scar on the broken tree in front of him, finally exhaling a breath of relief.
Since the breakthrough of the second move of the Wind God's Leg, Su Yun had been trying to cultivate the third move, the Stormy Rain, but he had not grasped its essence until now.
It wasn't until he returned to the Martial Soul Hall and relaxed his mentality that he was able to carefully taste the subtleties of this technique, making it easier to practice.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
"Not bad, not bad."
The familiar and pleasant voice suddenly came from behind, and Su Yun turned around to see his teacher, Bibi Dong, appearing behind him.
At this moment, the latter's gaze seemed to fall on the broken tree kicked by Su Yun.
"Teacher." Su Yun bowed to Bibi Dong.
"I've said it before, no need for too many formalities with me."
Bibi Dong chuckled, "Wipe the sweat off your face."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong handed Su Yun a handkerchief.
Bibi Dong seemed quite pleased with this disciple in front of her.
It seemed that almost every plan he made after coming to the Martial Soul Hall was running smoothly.
Combined with the fact that his cultivation was also extraordinary, seeming to surpass even the twenty-level innate soul power of Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong felt that Su Yun was simply his lucky charm.
Taking the white handkerchief handed over by Bibi Dong, a wisp of fragrance entered Su Yun's nose from the handkerchief, and a sense of relaxation instantly appeared in his mind, spreading throughout his body.
"Thank you, teacher." Su Yun could guarantee that this must be the teacher's personal item, and he must frame it up to cherish it.
"By the way, I wonder why the teacher came to find me?" Su Yun remembered that unless it was a major matter, Bibi Dong would usually have the guards of the Martial Soul Hall summon him. Today, she came personally, so there must be something important.
Bibi Dong smiled lightly, "Since you've cultivated enough today, come with me to meet someone."
"Who?" Su Yun asked.
Bibi Dong replied, "Yu Xiaogang."
(End of this chapter)
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