Yuan Xunlu escorted Oscar's grandfather back to the village and held a grand banquet.
Shortly after the banquet,
Oscar left the village to transfer to the Barak Junior Soul Master Academy.
A-Jie also returned to school to find Lu Wei.
Yuan Xunlu planned to take Yuan Ling'er to Wuhun City; they
were going to go sooner or later anyway.
Having offended Tang San,
they wanted to make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible, uniting everyone they could.
Barak City,
Yuan Xunlu's home.
As a Soul Master and a teacher at a mid-level Soul Master Academy,
Yuan Xunlu didn't live in a luxurious aristocratic area, but he still lived in a high-class house.
Thanks to his past life's devastating real estate fortune,
Yuan Xunlu began acquiring houses non-stop after arriving in Douluo Continent, always in prime locations.
There are two properties on Emperor Street in Heaven Dou City, one on White Tiger Imperial Road in Star Luo City, one in the Elder Hall of Spirit City, four on Saint Barak King Avenue in Barak City, and three on Ice Lord Avenue in the capital of the Häagen-Dazs Kingdom
. Major cities generally don't have any. For example, Yuan Xunlu doesn't own any property in Soto City. He's lived
in this small house on Saint Barak King Avenue for six years. "Six years. Wouldn't it be better to just relax? That bastard Tang San had to provoke us." Yuan Xunlu packed up his documents and plans, preparing to go to the Spirit Hall and discuss things with Bibi Dong, essentially joining the Spirit Hall. Not returning as Qian Xunlu, but entering to serve the Spirit Hall as Yuan Xunlu. Yuan Xunlu thought about the traditions of the Spirit Hall and sighed again: "I guess it'll be another bunch of trivial matters when I get back. Those elders and bishops are useless at everything, but they're masters of empty talk." Thinking of those elders, Yuan Xunlu lamented that he would be stuck with this endless back-and-forth. He had to admit, those in high positions were all masters of evasion , both in Barak City and in the Spirit Hall. "Bang bang—" Yuan Ling'er knocked and entered, very politely. Yuan Xunlu immediately shut his mouth. Even if he wanted to complain, he couldn't do it in front of his daughter. These things were already troublesome enough; letting another person hear them might elicit empathy, but the greater chance was that it would just spread bad feelings. "Dad, do you really have to go to the Spirit Hall?" Yuan Ling'er asked this because the Spirit Hall was a powerful and complex organization. Last time, when that elegant Aunt Dong came to their house, although she acted as a friend, her words subtly probed whether she wanted to join the Spirit Hall. This time, Dad isn't going to the Spirit Hall as a friend; he's there to discuss cooperation—to put it bluntly, Dad wants to join the Spirit Hall. Negotiations, especially unequal ones, will inevitably involve a lot of exchanges and compromises, and Dad will definitely be the one who suffers. Bibi Dong is indeed a Title Douluo, but her identity is also the Pope of the Spirit Hall. If she stomps her foot, the entire continent's格局 (geju, a term encompassing political landscape, state of affairs, and overall situation) will truly tremble. Moreover, what's the difference between Bibi Dong's status and that of an emperor? As the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; negotiating with someone like that? She has a thousand ways to destroy you. "I definitely have to go, but don't worry, the people in the Spirit Hall are still...kind to children." They didn't mention being kind to adults. Yuan Ling'er thought for a moment, then hugged Yuan Xunlu's arm, "Dad, why do you insist on going to the Spirit Hall?" Tang San is your enemy now; if I don't go to the Spirit Hall, am I supposed to fight him alone? You know, Tang San also has the support of the Empire and his own power—the Tang Sect. However, he definitely couldn't say these things aloud. Yuan Xunlu thought for a moment, then withdrew his arm, squatted down, and patted Yuan Ling'er's head: "Daddy misses home. Actually, Wuhun City is very beautiful. Oh, when you see those whose auras are about as strong as Daddy's, quickly greet them as 'Grandpa' or 'Grandma'." "Why?" "That way they won't feel comfortable not giving you red envelopes." "..." Yuan Ling'er. Now he's actually thinking of 'using' his daughter's cuteness to make money; what a wicked heart.
Yuan Ling'er finally couldn't hold back any longer. After a brief exchange of witty remarks, she broke free and
asked,
"Dad, what exactly is Tang San to you?"
Direct,
clear, and
straightforward,
Yuan Xunlu fell into thought.
To him, Tang San was the son of his brother's killer. But it seemed he and Qian Xunji were usually very 'brotherly and respectful.'
Tang San, on the other hand, represented the unresolved hatred of his family's annihilation.
What exactly was Tang San?
As a child watching Douluo Continent, he didn't think Tang San was so bad.
Growing up watching Douluo Continent, he thought Tang San was hypocritical and treacherous, truly despicable.
Later, as he grew older, he realized that if he were Tang San, he probably couldn't have done such a 'double-dealing' thing as perfectly as Tang San,
keeping his lies intact for tens of thousands of years while still being portrayed as a righteous and noble Sea God.
Yuan Xunlu thought for a moment, shook his head, and cautiously said, "I don't know, but I think it depends on your perspective."
Yuan Ling'er blushed.
Actually, Yuan Xunlu meant that
one's perspective is determined by their position.
If Yuan Xunlu were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't have gotten involved with Tang San, this troublesome fellow. The two are not on the same level, and even if they lived on the same continent, they would never have crossed paths.
If Yuan Xunlu were a more talented Soul Master, he would simply infiltrate Tang San's faction and enjoy the fruits of victory. As for any clear-headed Soul Masters calling him opportunistic?
Haha, I'm the victor, you can curse me all you want, I'll admit defeat if I even lower my head to look at you.
But Yuan Xunlu had no choice, no way out. He was a member of the Spirit Hall, branded with the Spirit Hall from birth.
In the future,
he would either fight Tang San to the death
or survive.
But he probably couldn't survive. It seems that he and Chrysanthemum Pass helped Bibi Dong hunt down Xiao Wu's mother.
Now it's even worse; Yuan Ling'er inexplicably provoked Tang San.
If Yuan Xunlu hadn't been living with Yuan Ling'er all along, he would have thought that a transmigrator had brainwashed Yuan Ling'er, making her determined to oppose Tang San.
Why would you believe those people? We're not reading a novel now; they're full of bad intentions, using young people as pawns.
"No matter what, Tang San is blocking my way, and there's no room for negotiation, so I'll just kill him."
Yuan Xunlu reflected on his actions, deciding that giving up was worse than taking a gamble.
After all, his Yuan Ling'er wasn't bad either. He'd deal with it if things really didn't work out
.
The future was always unpredictable, even for a Title Douluo.
Yuan Ling'er returned to her room, focusing
her inner vision on the divine core within her body— the only way to defeat Tang San. "How do I unlock this thing?!" Yuan Ling'er entered her inner vision, staring at the golden divine core within her body, biting her fingernails until they cracked, but still couldn't come up with a solution. The divine core was her own, but for some reason, it was sealed, perhaps by itself. And this wasn't the first time she'd tried to break the seal; she'd attempted it during her days in the Soul Beast Forest, but to no avail. Finally, Yuan Ling'er used a clumsy method: grinding it with soul power. With soul power, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. The method of sealing was something everyone knew. No matter how sophisticated the seal, its basic principle is the same: using a gentle energy to suppress a more turbulent one within the body. Yuan Ling'er couldn't take shortcuts; she could only break it through sheer hard work. Besides, this was Yuan Ling'er's own divine core; with three years of continuous effort, she should be able to break the seal. "Heave-ho, heave-ho," Yuan Ling'er murmured in the dark room, preparing for the upcoming war.