1novels Chapter 87 A Show of Force
Chapter 87 A Show of Force
Chapter 87 A Show of Force
"Cheers!"
Celebrations erupted in the warm private room.
Zhao Wuji gulped down the fine wine. He was rich, but the atmosphere at the banquet was rare. After all, they were all old folks who had retired and would hardly ever gather together to celebrate like this again.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Xie Mo, who was arm in arm with Flander, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He couldn't see through the kid's strength, and at the same time, he felt a little depressed. Genius? I was a genius back then too, just a little bit less.
Although Xie Mo had become Dugu Bo's apprentice, in a sense, Dugu Bo was still a student of Shrek Academy, a school with no money, no people, and no qualifications. After all, he had joined it at the beginning and had not joined any other academies. In addition, Xie Mo did not have the arrogant aura of a noble child, so everyone accepted Xie Mo's arrival with ease.
Ma Hongjun felt a surge of joy as he watched his brother Mo and his master hook up together. However, since it was supposed to be a conversation between three people, he suddenly felt out of place. A look of sadness appeared on his face as he turned to look at Oscar beside him.
"Come on, have a drink with me!"
Oscar blinked, unsure what was wrong with Ma Hongjun, and picked up his cup again, pretending to clink it with Ma Hongjun's before taking a big gulp.
Ugh, I'm a bit gassy, and my stomach is a little bloated.
"Little Mo, I heard you entered the Spirit Hall representing an elder. I remember Senior Dugu once..."
Flander looked at Xie Mo with a smile, as if he was just curious.
The lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and several teachers frowned slightly. They actually disliked the Spirit Hall, otherwise, with their strength, they would have held a high position in the Spirit Hall. However, Xie Mo did not answer, so they remained silent.
"My master is my master, and I am me. My master and I will deal with the people from the Spirit Hall who are hunting down my master. As for the others, I don't care what happens to them."
"Besides, at the level of a Title Douluo, there aren't that many grudges and hatreds. Moreover, this token was an accident. When I went with my master to obtain a spirit ring, we encountered two Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall. They took a liking to me and gave me the token. Were I supposed to just throw it away?"
Hearing Xie Mo's words, everyone nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, many older generations would not deliberately drag younger generations into their entanglements.
Moreover, with two elders from the Spirit Hall giving him tokens, even Dugu Bo probably couldn't resist. If they didn't give him face and secretly killed him, it wouldn't be easy to say anything. However, it might not be the Spirit Hall that would make the move then.
"Moreover, this token is quite useful; at least the Spirit Halls in various regions have to give me face."
Xie Mo fiddled with the token in his hand, looking at Flander with a smile.
"Moreover, if it weren't for this token, the issues of Fallen Soul Masters and Wolf Thieves wouldn't have been addressed so quickly."
Mentioning this, anger showed on everyone's faces. Although they could not be considered good people, they all had basic conscience.
A group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints lived a hard life in a small village. If they really wanted to be ruthless, they could easily seize the mountain and become kings to oppress the people. However, their pride prevented them from doing so.
"Hey? Brother Mo, is this what the Spirit Hall's token looks like?"
Ma Hongjun, forgetting about drowning his sorrows with Oscar over drinks, craned his neck to look at the token.
"A seven-story pagoda, and the character 'Ning' (宁)."
He muttered to himself, but how could the others not hear him?
"Ahem, I took the wrong one. This is the token Uncle Ning gave me."
Xie Mo looked embarrassed, and the gems on the token shone brightly under the light.
Everyone was speechless. They had never seen an elder's token before, they were all self-taught, and no one from the Spirit Hall had trained them.
"Uncle Ning, could it be that Sect Master Ning?"
Flander's gaze was strange. This guy was quite good at building relationships. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was the richest in the world. He wondered how much money they had.
"Well, cough cough, no, this was given to me by Grandpa Jian."
Xie Mo then took out another token, which had a sword pattern on it that looked menacing.
"Oh, no, this isn't either. This is His Highness the Crown Prince."
Xie Mo searched for the token with a frustrated look on his face. There was nothing he could do. It was normal for so many people to want to befriend someone as talented as him.
Finally, the Spirit Hall elder's token was taken out and handed to the dazed Ma Hongjun. Flander also stared blankly at the small stack of tokens on the table. How could this guy have such a strong network of connections? What exactly happened in the past few months?
At the same time, he smiled bitterly to himself. He could tell that Xie Mo was trying to intimidate them. Although they didn't say it openly, they didn't really respect Xie Mo.
The group of people were all arrogant and had bad tempers. So what if Xie Mo was a genius? They had only met a few times and he wasn't very strong. They were just polite on the surface, but the arrogance hidden in their words occasionally angered him.
Ugh, my head hurts.
Xie Mo was actually just trying to make the other party weigh their own weight. He originally only wanted to take Ma Hongjun with him. Oscar didn't really matter to him; he wasn't of much use to him.
However, Ma Hongjun was loyal to him, and considering their previous relationship, Xie Mo thought of poaching Flander to give to Ma Hongjun to make up for his fatherly love, and also used Liu Erlong as an opportunity to seduce him.
As for these teachers, Li Yusong probably can't beat him now. As for Zhao Wuji, it's hard to say. After all, he has a Martial Soul True Body, which is almost useless. Or rather, his greatest use is taking Flander away.
He also understood the arrogance hidden in the teachers' attitude. You, a Soul Master, think you can communicate with us on an equal footing? How is that possible?
Needless to say, once Xie Mo becomes a Soul Saint, he'll probably be able to take down even a Title Douluo. If he were to interact with teenagers of the same age, even if they were mature, their words would inevitably carry a hint of arrogance.
So Xie Mo didn't say anything. Just then, Flander asked, and Xie Mo just took out one token after another. What's the use of being able to fight? In this world, it's all about connections!
Of course, Xie Mo himself was quite strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to kill the opponent and run away.
"Ahem, Hongjun, have you finished reading? Once you're done, hurry up and return the item to Xiaomo. This is very important."
Flander was a little tired. To be honest, in the eyes of that group of people, the value of them old guys might not even be as great as Xie Mo's.
Looking at that small pile of tokens, Flander couldn't help but feel envious. If he had a powerful background, he wouldn't have had to suffer so much in his early years, not to mention that Yu Song wasn't even the best soul ring combination.
"It's nothing, it's just a token. There's no such thing as fighting to the death at that level. We can ask for another one later."
Xie Mo was talking nonsense with a straight face. Getting one wouldn't be a problem, but how could it be possible without a fight to the death? The original story had so many titled Douluo who died, it's no joke.
Flanders chuckled awkwardly, "You have connections, so you're right."
However, Xie Mo's expression suddenly turned serious, and he abruptly turned his head to look in one direction.
(End of this chapter)