"Nami, you should be aware of your own problems, right?"
Ning Bei walked Zhu Zhuqing to the front of the group, looking at the little disciple who was blaming herself with her head down.
Nami's eyes lit up slightly when she saw her Master arrive, but then her expression dimmed again, and she nodded to him.
"I know, Master, my Soul Skill usage is too poor."
"Then from now on, train your Soul Skills with your Martial Aunt Zhuqing, she will help you."
"Yes, Master! And, thank you, Martial Aunt Zhuqing!"
A smile bloomed on Nami's face again. She thought her Master was here to blame her!
Zhu Zhuqing smiled and waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to be polite. She really liked this girl who exuded effort.
Ning Rongrong and the other two girls stopped their play-fighting when they saw Ning Bei and their little sisters arrive, and quickly came to the two of them.
"Big Brother Ning Bei, Zhuqing, you're back!"
"Zhuqing, did you get your fourth Spirit Ring?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at her little sisters and nodded gently, saying:
"I have successfully obtained the Spirit Ring, and my Soul Power has reached level 43."
"Wow, that's a bit too fast, I haven't even improved one level of Soul Power yet!"
Ning Rongrong listened to the Little Cat's introduction, and a look of envy appeared on her face, which made Ning Bei shake his head.
What are you envying now? Put more effort into cultivation!
Seeming to see the contempt on Ning Bei's face, Ning Rongrong playfully stuck out her tongue at him.
In the following period, Zhu Zhuqing and Nami deliberately reduced their cultivation time.
They spent the extra time in the small forest, practicing the game of cat dodgeball.
Nami desperately released bubbles at the moving Little Cat, while Zhu Zhuqing dodged everywhere.
When the two of them had consumed almost all of their Soul Power, they would go to the training room prepared by Ning Bei to refine their Soul Power and improve their cultivation. The Sun Domain released by Ning Bei was present here.
It must be said that after a period of training, Nami's accuracy in releasing Soul Skills has improved significantly.
She has even begun to become familiar with releasing multiple bubbles in coordination, with several bubbles blocking the Little Cat's movement, and one attack hitting the Little Cat who has nowhere to hide.
Zhu Zhuqing went from being comfortable at the beginning, to gradually becoming serious, and finally occasionally getting hit by a few bubbles and becoming a drowned cat!
This made her constantly marvel at Nami's extraordinary talent, being able to familiarize herself with Soul Skills to this extent in such a short period of time.
In the time that followed, the entire Team would also organize one-on-one and multi-on-multi Spirit Duels, and the practical combat abilities and cooperation abilities of several people were constantly improving in the Spirit Duels.
On the other side, Lan Ba Academy was officially renamed Shrek Academy.
At the back of the academy, a young man with an ordinary appearance withdrew from his cultivation state, his face becoming even more gloomy.
It was Tang God King who came to Heaven Dou City with the academy.
"Damn it, continuously absorbing 6 Spirit Rings and 6 Worthless Spirit Bones has had too much of an impact on me. Each cultivation session not only fails to increase my Soul Power, but also carries the risk of dropping levels!"
Tang San clenched his fists, his hatred for the villains who schemed against him growing stronger. He didn't know how long it would take to stabilize his current cultivation. What was the grudge, what was the hatred?
Just as Tang God King sighed, footsteps came from behind him, it was Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
"Still not working, is it?"
Tang San turned around and saw his teacher, nodding with a gloomy expression.
"Hey, don't dwell on the Soul Power issue. You've covered the ground that others take five to six years to cover in a single day. This is a consequence you're bound to face. Spend this time practicing the use of your Soul Skills!"
"Yes, Master!"
Looking at his disciple who had accepted his suggestion, Yu Xiaogang nodded with satisfaction, but seeing the hesitant expression on his face, he felt a slight doubt in his heart.
"You have a question you want to ask me? Just ask!"
Tang San glanced at Yu Xiaogang and said:
"I've been holding this question in my heart for a long time, Master. You said my father is Haotian Douluo?"
Yu Xiaogang was slightly stunned. After being unconscious for several months, he almost forgot that he had revealed Tang San's father's identity in front of Da Ming.
After pondering for a while, Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with a serious expression.
"Tang San, your father must have a reason for not wanting you to know his true identity. You only need to know that you are the son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao!"
Tang San's face showed a hint of displeasure upon hearing this perfunctory explanation.
"But Master, I really want to know about my father. Why did he, a Titled Douluo, hide with me in a small village, and when villains targeted me..."
"He didn't even come forward to stop them!"
Tang San poured out the bitterness in his heart, then lowered his head with a gloomy expression.
Yu Xiaogang sighed slightly. His disciple now had a knot in his heart. If he continued to be vague, it might affect his cultivation and temperament.
"Tang Hao is a genius of the Clear Sky Sect , one in a hundred years. He became the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent at the young age of 44."
"Clear Sky Sect ? Isn't that one of the Upper Three Sects?"
Hearing Tang San's question, Yu Xiaogang paused and continued to introduce.
"That's right, it's the Clear Sky Sect of the Upper Three Sects."
"Since Dad has such a powerful background, why is he still..."
Suddenly thinking of something, Tang San stopped his words. The enemy who could make the Clear Sky Sect afraid to stand up for his father must be even more terrifying.
"It seems you've figured it out. I'm not too familiar with your father either. I only met him briefly after you came to the academy to become my disciple."
"I only know that after Tang Hao became a Titled Douluo, he killed the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, and not long after that, the Clear Sky Sect announced its closure, and your father disappeared from that time. That time was exactly 12 years ago."
"12 years ago? The day I was born?"
Tang San secretly calculated and came to a conclusion. His father should be hiding from the Spirit Hall's pursuit, and a burst of indignation arose in his heart.
"Spirit Hall, you have a death wish!"
Seeing that Tang San already understood who his enemy was, Yu Xiaogang didn't continue to speak.
"Alright, now that you understand the whole story, don't dwell on things you shouldn't be worrying about right now. Cultivate diligently until you reach the Titled Douluo level, and then you can help your father."
"Yes, Master, I understand! But I have another question."
"Oh? What question?"
Yu Xiaogang thought his disciple wanted to ask about Tang Hao's past, and a hint of difficulty appeared on his face, as he really didn't know much about it either.
But Tang San, knowing that he couldn't shake the Spirit Hall at the moment, didn't dwell on this.
"Master, after each cultivation session now, not only do I risk falling in realm, but I also feel pain in my body. What's the reason for this?"
"Hmm? Why are you only telling me this now?"
Tang San scratched his head embarrassedly. Could he say that he was just being emotional before, thinking that you were nothing special?
Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang didn't dwell too much on this issue, saving the Tang God King from embarrassment.
"Alas, the thing I was most worried about has still happened."
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