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Hearing this, Mu Ci chuckled inwardly.
You only see the gentle surface, but you don't see the harsh cold beneath.
When these girls get angry, they're just as fierce as the senior students from the botany department.
Leading the group over, Mu Ci greeted the women with a smile.
"Fire Dance, Ice Girl, Moon Girl, good morning everyone."
What's the schedule today?
Mu Ci walked over to the girls and asked them a question.
"It's probably similar to before. The leaders will give some speeches and then let us move around freely. Those who want to fight can go to the arena to apply."
Huo Wu thought for a moment and then explained the procedure she had seen before.
"Alright, let's find a place to sit down and wait."
The venue was large enough to accommodate over a thousand people, so I found a seat near the front with several other teams.
Time passed slowly, and the number of people in the venue increased.
In the past few days, more than a dozen teams have arrived from various places, and the current number of people is more than double that when Mu Ci first came to Tian Dou Royal Academy.
"Look, His Highness the Crown Prince and the Deans have all arrived."
“Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School have sent people.”
"Could those two people next to Sect Master Ning be Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo?"
Discussions began to rise in the meeting room, and the environment became noisy.
Xue Qinghe was dressed formally in royal attire today, and next to him was his teacher, Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The two Douluo pulled Ning Rongrong along behind them, while Ning Rongrong looked around the arena with curiosity.
Half a body length behind the two were a number of senior academy deans led by Mu Changsheng, including Platinum Bishop Salas and Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Elder Yu Luomian.
As the many important figures took their seats, the whispers in the hall gradually quieted down.
Xue Qinghe then walked to the front of the stage and spoke into the amplified soul guide.
"Hello everyone, I am honored to have accepted the hosting rights for this exchange meeting from Kamikaze Academy."
"Seeing all of you here today, I, as the Crown Prince of Tiandou, am very happy that the Empire has produced so many young geniuses. You will all be the pillars of the Empire in the future."
"..."
Mu Ci finally understood what Xue Qinghe was saying on stage.
In the past, the scale of these events was, to say the least, pitifully small, just a small-scale event jointly organized by a few colleges with good relations.
He said, "How come this exchange meeting was so big? It turns out it was all your doing!"
Mu Ci had no idea what Qian Renxue was really planning beneath Xue Qinghe's exterior.
However, given the current timeline, nothing major is likely to happen, as Tang San is still at Notting Academy.
Listening to the speech on stage, Mu Ci was very bored. No matter what world you are in, speeches by leaders on stage are extremely boring.
He glanced around at the other team members, trying to see if their appearance matched the words in his mind.
Suddenly, a deep purple color entered Mu Ci's field of vision. The platinum-gold Tian Dou Royal School uniform outlined her enchanting figure, and her short, deep purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a captivating and alluring feeling.
However, Mu Ci's view was obstructed, and she could only see the other person's profile. But she still noticed the unusual green eyes and confirmed the other person's identity in her heart.
Dugu Yan.
Chapter 39 The Bet, Sword Douluo's Praise
Just as Mu Ci was staring at Dugu Yan.
A delicate hand quietly touched his waist.
"hiss."
Mu Ci's previously somewhat bored face was instantly turned back to normal, and she let out a low gasp.
In an instant, her left hand grasped the small hand that was gently twisting her soft flesh, rendering her unable to move.
"What's wrong? Bingyue and I are sitting right next to you, and you're not looking at us, but staring at other girls."
Huo Wu's slightly melancholy voice rang softly in my ear, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
"Brother Mu Ci, what's wrong?"
Shui Bing'er, who was sitting next to the speaker and listening attentively, turned her head slightly and looked over in confusion when she heard the noise.
"It's alright, Bing'er, you can continue listening to the lecture."
He smiled and said something to Shui Bing'er, then looked at Huo Wu, who was pouting beside him.
"Fire Dance, you've misunderstood. I didn't look at her on purpose."
"So you did it on purpose."
Upon hearing this explanation, Huo Wu pouted even more, and her tone in Mu Ci's ear became even more resentful.
Mu Ci was both amused and exasperated, and could only continue to explain, "I just think that girl is a little strange."
Upon hearing this answer, Huo Wu's face, which had been showing signs of jealousy, now showed a hint of confusion.
"That's strange. What's strange about it? I think she's quite pretty."
Huo Wu turned her gaze toward Dugu Yan, looking at the beautiful figure with a somewhat strange air, and asked Mu Ci curiously.
That hair and eye color is indeed rare in Douluo Continent, but it's not exactly strange.
Hearing Huo Wu's question, Mu Ci smiled and whispered in Huo Wu's ear, "Would you believe me if I said she was poisoned?"
When faced with Mu Ci's question, Huo Wu nodded without hesitation.
In this regard, even if Mu Ci claimed to be the best in the world, Huo Wu would believe him without hesitation.
With this answer in mind, Huo Wu looked at Dugu Yan again, pondered for a moment, and then whispered in her ear:
"But judging from her clothes and position, she's about the same age as us, so she should be a member of the reserve team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
"I've been inquiring about the new Tiandou team these past few days. A while ago, one of the members broke through level 30 and went to Sunset Forest for Soul Hunting training under the guidance of their teacher. They just came back yesterday."
"There are only two women in the team now. One is Dugu Yan, the granddaughter of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, and the other is Ye Lingling from the Ye family of Nine Star Begonia."
"But neither of them seems like they could be poisoned."
It's not that Huo Wu doesn't trust Mu Ci, it's just that the idea that these two could be poisoned is really exaggerated.
It's truly absurd that the granddaughter of the number one Poison Master and the number one Healing Master of the Heaven Dou Empire would be poisoned.
"That should be Dugu Yan. I can sense faint traces of toxins; it smells like snake venom."
Mu Ci confirmed the other party's identity, then looked at Huo Wu with ill intent and said:
"How about we make a bet? If you lose, you have to promise me one thing."
"What if you lose?"
"Then I'll grant you one request."
Upon hearing this, Huo Wu nodded without hesitation.
She couldn't believe that Poison Douluo's granddaughter could be poisoned; it was utterly contrary to the natural order.
After agreeing with Mu Ci, Huo Wu shifted her attention to the speech. At this time, in addition to Xue Qinghe, Ning Fengzhi and Meng Shenji also took turns to say a few words.
Suddenly, Huo Wu felt a rubbing sensation on the back of her hand, and realized with a start that she hadn't let go of Mu Ci's hand since it was grabbed.
Feeling the warmth from Mu Ci's palm, Huo Wu's pretty face flushed slightly. She tried to pull her hand away carefully with a little force in her arm.
But Mu Ci would not let her have her way. Feeling the slight resistance in her hand, she gripped it tightly, making it impossible for her jade hand to slip away even a fraction.
Huo Wu finally understood, and her face became even rosier. She stopped using force in her arms and instead relaxed a bit, allowing Mu Ci to have a better grip.
Time flies.
As Xue Qinghe concluded, the various teams began to depart in an orderly fashion, getting to know each other and facing challenges as they saw fit.
Meanwhile, the members of the three major teams gathered around Mu Ci also left the group under the leadership of their respective vice-captains.
They indicated that they would not disturb their time together.
Outside the venue.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Bone Douluo, and the others watched the geniuses battling each other in the square and chatted amongst themselves.
Ning Fengzhi spoke up: "Uncle Jian, you saw it today too, what did you say to that Mu Ci?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stroked his slightly stubbled chin, and his Title Douluo eyesight easily locked onto Mu Ci, who was with several women.
Some remarked with admiration, "This child is quite extraordinary in every respect."
"At the age of twelve, when others were still just Great Soul Masters, he was already a Soul Grandmaster, and the absorption of the ten-thousand-year Soul Ring also means that his physique and spirit have definitely reached the Soul King level."
"Now I understand the benefits of absorbing a spirit ring at a higher level. With the same talent, you might only reach level eleven after absorbing a spirit ring, but others might reach level twelve or even thirteen under the impact of the spirit ring's power."
"A quick start leads to even greater success; what a terrifying advantage that is! I doubt even Tang Chen back then could match him."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo both nodded in agreement.
"Sigh, if only the wife of the Eternal Life Douluo wasn't from the Spirit Hall, then I could have helped him and Rongrong get together. What a wonderful husband he would have been."
Ning Fengzhi sighed with some regret.
How wonderful it would be if we could bind a prodigy like Tang Chen, who has the potential to rival or even surpass him, to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School through our marital relationship!
As for whether it's a marriage into the family or not, does that really matter? As long as a child who awakens the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul in the future is surnamed Ning and inherits the sect, that's all that matters.
Compared to the advantage of a peerless Douluo being able to suppress a sect for three hundred years, some minor details can be completely ignored. As long as the sect leader still bears the surname Ning and still owns the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it doesn't matter.
Just as Ning Fengzhi was feeling sentimental, Ning Rongrong, who was being held back by the two elderly people, became displeased after hearing what had just been said.
"I don't want that Mu Ci as my husband. I saw it clearly when we were upstairs. He has relationships with several girls. He's obviously a womanizer."
“My future husband can’t be like that; he can only love me.”
These words stunned the three grown men present, who then burst into laughter.