Douluo: Infinite Lottery System

In the meeting hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was restless, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open again. This time, a tall old man with a white beard stepped inside.

It was none other than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's second Titled Douluo—Bone Douluo!

"Uncle Gu Rong, where is Uncle Chen Xin?" Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat. "Didn't you catch up?"

"No, I let him go!" Bone Douluo said in a muffled voice. "That kid dared to bully Rongrong—he must be taught a lesson! But don't worry, he knows his limits."

"This isn't about knowing limits; it's about not being able to fight!" Ning Fengzhi quickly took out Flender's letter and explained, "Behind the boy who bullied Rongrong stands a Super Douluo. If we talk things out rationally, it might be fine, but the root of this matter lies with Rongrong..."

He handed both letters to Bone Douluo, who frowned as he read.

"It seems this time we have a real problem."

Ning Fengzhi saw through the situation and spoke in a deep voice. "It's more than just trouble—Miao Zhenshan and his sect are infamous for being protective. If we send someone of equal strength to defeat his people, he might be angry, but he would have to accept it. But if a Titled Douluo were to target a junior, you can imagine his reaction. He would be just as furious as you and Uncle Chen—if not worse."

Bone Douluo's frown deepened. It was true that they doted on Ning Rongrong, but after carefully analyzing the letter, they had to admit there was no real fault on the other party's side. More importantly, Xiao Tianyang had not taken action himself—this was an undeniable fact.

Would they dare to claim their own children were just children while insisting the other party's weren't?

Wouldn't that make them the real villains?

"For now, we can only take things one step at a time. I trust he won't act recklessly." Bone Douluo could only sigh.

Ning Fengzhi let out a deep breath as well.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect required at least one Titled Douluo to remain on guard, especially with the Spirit Hall watching them closely. One had already left, meaning Bone Douluo couldn't leave as well. That was why Ning Fengzhi was so concerned about whether Sword Douluo could be stopped in time.

Asking someone else to pass on the message was an option, but Sword Douluo might mistake it for a delaying tactic, rendering it useless.

"I hope so..." Ning Fengzhi sighed again.

"But..." Bone Douluo suddenly spoke as he pondered the letter's contents. "This letter mentions Xiao Tianyang's martial soul—a three-colored flame with multiple auxiliary and offensive traits. It's classified as a mutated martial soul for now…"

"But hasn't the Body Sect always only accepted martial souls that originate from the body itself? When did they start taking an interest in other types of martial souls?"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up. "You mean… this boy has twin martial souls!?"

"I think it's highly likely," Bone Douluo replied in a muffled voice. "I've interacted with Miao Zhenshan before—he has a terrible temper. Even if he were desperate for a successor, he would never settle for just anyone."

"And even if he doesn't have twin martial souls, this young man is definitely a genius."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly exclaimed, "He managed to suppress a Soul Sage with his own power! He's the most terrifyingly talented boy I've ever seen!"

This time, Bone Douluo didn't argue—he simply nodded in agreement.

...

At that moment, the sun was shining brightly, nearing noon.

Back at Shrek Academy, Xiao Tianyang had just returned to prepare lunch, completely unaware that he had been marked as a person of interest by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As for Saber, who was keeping watch, there was no cause for concern.

Entering the kitchen, Xiao Tianyang donned an apron and a headband, rolled up his sleeves, and muttered to himself, "For a first attempt, it's best not to cook anything too complicated—otherwise, the chance of failure is too high…"

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes lit up. "Alright then, let's go with this!"

Since he had given prior notice, there was no one else in the cafeteria. But soon, as the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables and clattering spoons filled the air, a delicious aroma gradually spread.

It even drifted all the way to the teachers' office…

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the cafeteria, panting heavily. Even Saber, with her superior physique, had flushed cheeks—it was clear that running thirty laps around the village was no ordinary workout.

"Dean, Vice Dean, Mr. Li… why are you all here?" Dai Mubai, leaning against the doorframe for support, was utterly stunned by what he saw.

The teachers were seated in a row, each holding a spoon in one hand and a plate in the other, devouring fried rice as if someone was about to snatch it from them.

"Ahem, let's keep some dignity—the students are here." Flender coughed lightly, put down his plate, and said, "Good job completing your training on time. Come and eat."

As he spoke, he shot a discreet glance at Ning Rongrong, who was sitting against the wall, pale-faced and utterly exhausted.

"That kid really has some tricks up his sleeve. Even after leaving, he managed to make this rich young lady suffer…" Pulling Zhao Wuji along, Flender left the cafeteria.

"Hey! I wasn't done eating yet!"

After the teachers left and everyone had rested for a while, Xiao Tianyang walked out of the kitchen, carrying two trays and setting them on the table.

"Drink this first, then go get your meal."

Dai Mubai and the others, still worn out from their workout, originally had little appetite. But the moment the bowls of soup were placed before them, their throats instinctively swallowed.

Even Ning Rongrong, who had been trying to stay angry, was no exception.

Saber was the first to take a sip.

As the clear broth slid down her throat, warmth spread through her stomach, as if an invisible hand was gently massaging it. The feeling was simply… comfortable.

The others quickly followed suit, finishing their soup in no time.

Ma Hongjun, in particular, gulped his down like a starving pig, not even savoring the taste before the bowl was empty.

"Ah! I feel energy returning to my body!"

"Then go run another ten laps!"

"No, I need to eat ten more bowls of rice!"

"That's why you're so fat!"

Oscar quarreled with Ma Hongjun, but their argument was short-lived as the irresistible aroma of Xiao Tianyang's cooking drew their attention back to the kitchen.

"Brother Tianyang's cooking skills are getting better and better," Xiao Wu smacked her lips. "Whoever marries him in the future will be incredibly lucky!"

At that moment, Saber, who had just started to stand up, visibly trembled.

The other two girls also reacted subtly, though not as noticeably as Saber.

However, their small reactions went unnoticed—everyone else was too focused on their growling stomachs and the mouthwatering scent coming from the kitchen…

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