Chapter 126: Tang San: I Killed the Spirit Beast with My Own Ability, Where Did I Go Wrong?
Chapter 126: Tang San: I Killed the Spirit Beast with My Own Ability, Where Did I Go Wrong?
Dragon Duke Meng Shu’s gaze suddenly swept toward Lin Qingmo.
The old man’s eyes stayed on Lin Qingmo for a few seconds, a flash of surprise flitting through them.
’Is this the twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor the old lady mentioned?’
Indeed, his bearing was extraordinary.
Standing there, he possessed a presence that was impossible to ignore.
But now was not the time to focus on this; the matter of Yi Ran’s third spirit ring was very important.
Dragon Duke withdrew his gaze and looked back at Teacher Zhao.
"Zhao Wuji."
Each word that left his mouth carried a heavy sense of pressure.
"You must give us an explanation for this matter."
"I chased that Man Faced Demon Spider for a long time and was just about to succeed when your disciple picked up the spoils."
"The spirit ring has already been absorbed and cannot be returned. But someone must bear the responsibility for this loss."
"This..."
Zhao Wuji’s back was breaking out in a cold sweat.
Previously, with only Snake Granny present, he could still hold his ground relying on his Spirit Saint cultivation.
But now Dragon Duke had arrived—he was a genuine Spirit Douluo, and the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Dragon Duke and Snake Granny could even contend with an ordinary Titled Douluo for a bit.
How could he fight? Fight with his head?
In his heart, he had already cursed Tang San, this troublemaker, hundreds of times.
Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look respectful.
"Senior Dragon Duke, SeniorSnake Granny, this matter was indeed a lapse on my student’s part."
"Teacher Zhao, I..."
"Tang San!"
Zhao Wuji barked, glaring at Tang San, meaning "shut the hell up."
Then he cautiously said: "I wonder what compensation Seniors desire? As long as our Shrek Academy can do it, we will certainly do our best to satisfy you."
These words were already very polite.
But Tang San wasn’t buying it.
"I did nothing wrong!"
He stiffened his neck, raising his voice quite high.
"I killed that Man Faced Demon Spider with my own ability, and I absorbed the spirit ring myself. Why should I provide compensation?"
Zhao Wuji’s face turned green.
He wished he could slap this kid into the dirt.
Can’t you see what the situation is now?
Two Spirit Douluo-level experts are standing opposite you, and you, a level 30 little Spirit Master, are blabbering here. Do you have a death wish?
"Tang San!"
Zhao Wuji squeezed the sound through his teeth.
"Shut your mouth!"
Dragon Duke Meng Shu’s face had already darkened.
The majestic Aura on the old man suddenly erupted, and the surrounding air became heavy.
"What a sharp-tongued boy."
He spoke word by word.
"If I hadn’t heavily injured that Man Faced Demon Spider first, do you think you could have killed it with your meager cultivation?"
Pressure like a mountain bore down on Tang San.
"Ugh!"
Tang San let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale, but his back remained ramrod straight.
He was unconvinced, simply unconvinced.
Zhao Wuji felt bitter in his heart.
He quickly glanced at Lin Qingmo, then at Tang San, his mind rapidly weighing the options.
He couldn’t win a fight.
Run?
With so many students, there was no way to escape.
Then only one method remained.
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and took a step forward.
"Senior Dragon Duke, please calm your anger."
He tried to make his tone sincere.
"This student of mine is young and impetuous, speaking without thinking. How about this, whatever compensation you two need, just say the word."
At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice and used spirit power transmission: "I’m sure you two have heard of this student’s father."
These words were vague.
But Dragon Duke Meng Shu’s eyes narrowed.
He naturally understood—Zhao Wuji was bringing up a backer.
A background that could make even this Spirit Saint so wary yet forced to protect.
"Who is his father?"
Dragon Duke asked via transmission.
Zhao Wuji’s expression turned solemn as he said in a low voice: "Tang Hao."
"!!!"
Dragon Duke and Snake Granny’s expressions changed drastically.
Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!
The name that once shook the entire Spirit Master’s world!
The air went silent for a few seconds.
Dragon Duke stared at Zhao Wuji, then looked at the stubborn Tang San.
Finally, he narrowed his eyes and asked: "Boy, what is your Spirit?"
"Blue Silver Grass."
Tang San replied coldly.
"Hmm?"
Dragon Duke was puzzled.
Tang Hao was from the Clear Sky Sect, and his Spirit was the world’s number one Tool Spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.
Since Tang San was his son, how could he have the Waste Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass?
At this moment, Zhao Wuji hurriedly transmitted: "Little San is a possessor of twin spirits."
"What?!"
Dragon Duke was stunned.
The legendary twin spirits!
Thinking quickly, he realized it was indeed possible.
How could a Waste Martial SoulBlue Silver Grass possibly Cultivate to the level of a Spirit Elder? There’s only one possibility: he possesses a Second Martial Soul.
Thinking of this possibility, Dragon Duke restrained his hostility.
If the opponent’s father really was Tang Hao, their Meng Shu Family could not afford to offend him.
Now he planned to take the offered way out, considering himself unlucky; at worst, he would spend more time searching for a spirit ring for Yi Ran.
Stroking his beard, he said: "Since Teacher Zhao has said so, then let’s talk properly about how this compensation should be calculated."
His tone was still cold, but the pressure loosened slightly.
Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief; at least there was room for negotiation now.
He turned back and glared fiercely at Tang San, warning with his eyes: If you dare say another word, I’ll make you pay when we get back!
Tang San turned his face away and stopped speaking.
Xiao Wu stood beside Lin Qingmo, watching this confrontation.
She quietly tugged at Lin Qingmo’s sleeve.
"A-Qing, what do you think will happen?"
Lin Qingmo shrugged.
"It depends on how Teacher Zhao negotiates, but..."
A playful arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Tang San has offended quite a few people this time."
Aside from the third thousand-year spirit ring, Tang San’s Soul Hunt this time could be described as a huge loss.
First, the Eight Spider Lances were gone, and second, his relationship with Oscar had deteriorated to the extreme.
Just as the atmosphere was frozen to the point of icing over.
Lin Qingmo, who no longer intended to stay in the Star Dou Great Forest any longer, suddenly spoke.
"Senior Dragon Duke."
Everyone’s gaze swiveled toward him in an instant, including Tang San, who was still sulking.
Lin Qingmo raised a hand and pointed in a direction, his expression very calm.
"About five kilometers in that direction, there is a nest of Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snakes. It’s about fifteen hundred years old or more, and the quality is decent. If you need it, you can go take a look."
Once these words came out, the scene went silent for three seconds.
Zhao Wuji was somewhat surprised.
Dragon Duke Meng Shu’s hand stroking his beard stopped in mid-air, and Snake GrannyChao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran also stared at him blankly.
Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake?
And it’s over fifteen hundred years old?
You’ve got to be joking!
The movements of such rare Spirit Beasts were always secretive. Even if one knew the general activity area, finding a specific nest required luck.
This kid just blurted it out, and with such certainty?
"Boy."
Dragon Duke narrowed his eyes, his gaze scraping across Lin Qingmo’s face like a knife.
"Are your words for real?"
His tone was filled with suspicion.
It was no wonder he was suspicious.
The Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake was a top-tier agility-attack systemSpirit Beast, with incredible speed and strong concealment abilities.
Never mind one that was two thousand years old; even a thousand-year-old one was hard to find.
Even Zhao Wuji didn’t know; how could this youth know such information at his age?
(End of Chapter)
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