Douluo's Gourd

Thick fog descended quietly, and the castle seemed to be gently wrapped in a mysterious veil. Everything in the scene suddenly became blurred and unpredictable.

The towering tower that was once clearly visible can now only be vaguely seen, like a mirage, both real and illusory.

The sudden thick fog did not cause any commotion. Tiandou City was located in the north of the continent and it was foggy in winter. The nobles at most wondered why the fog came so suddenly and did not think about the soul skills at all.

The identity of the manor owner and the long-term pampered and peaceful life have made most of the nobles lose their vigilance.

As the last group of distinguished guests entered the castle, the door weighing dozens of tons slowly closed.

Prince Xuexing felt the faint vibration coming from under his feet, and looked around at the thick fog that had enveloped the entire castle at some point. The slightly flustered back of Count Edio as he left unconsciously emerged in his mind, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Although he was not very strong and had reached the level of Soul King by relying on a lot of resources, when it came to his sensitivity to danger, even the soldiers who had been fighting on the front lines of war for years were not as sharp as him.

To survive in the palace, the swordplay of political power struggles is hidden in the undercurrent, which is a hundred times more dangerous than the real swords and guns visible to the naked eye on the battlefield. Without a strong sense of crisis, it is impossible to survive.

Prince Xuexing whispered: "Avalanche, something is wrong."

Xue Beng's eyes changed, and he raised the glass to his lips to hide his change of expression: "Uncle, did you notice it too?"

"This sudden fog, could it be that Xue Qinghe discovered something and is finally going to attack me?"

"This is not like Xue Qinghe's style, and if he really wants to do something, he won't do it at this time." Prince Xuexing narrowed his eyes, but his sight could not penetrate the thick fog.

"Anyway, let's get back to the hall. This fog is a bit weird."

Prince Xuexing calmly pulled Xuebeng into the hall. The soft music played by the band and the noisy sounds of the nobles talking flooded into their ears, but suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts a little.

Half of the nobles in Tiandou City gathered here, and there were countless bodyguards and guards outside, so it was impossible for anything to happen.

Prince Xue Xing's eyes inadvertently swept across the entire room, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Oh? I didn't expect that he would be willing to come to this kind of party. With him here, we can definitely be guaranteed to be safe."

Avalanche asked, "Who?"

There are not many people in Tiandou who can be valued so much by their uncle.

Prince Xuexing signaled with his eyes to the out-of-place figure in the corner: "Your third seat on the Education Committee is Master Zhilin."

Following his line of sight, Xue Beng also saw the old man sitting at the buffet table in the corner, tasting pastries.

The old man had white hair and an ordinary face. He was wearing a simple green gown. He was looking down and picking out pastries on the table. When he saw something he liked, he would pick it up and put it on the plate in his hand.

Just standing there attracted the gazes of the nobles around him, some with admiration, some with eagerness, but no one dared to approach him to make friends with him.

The old man is none other than Zhilin Soul Douluo, the third seat on the Tiandou Royal Academy's Teaching Committee and a man with a cultivation level as high as level 83.

Avalanche muttered quietly, "But I graduated several years ago, and I don't think he would want to see us."

Tiandou Royal Academy does not have positions such as president or vice president. Instead, it is managed by the Education Committee.

There are thirteen seats in total on the Education Committee, ten of which are controlled by the royal family and top families. They are not directly involved in management but are only responsible for investing money. Usually, the three representatives, Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan and Zhilin, are responsible for managing the affairs of the academy.

Over the years, the families holding the most seats have relied on personal connections and the transfer of benefits to send many children of nobles who do not meet the admission standards to the academy. These playboys are particularly good at forming cliques and factions, causing a lot of trouble for the management of the academy.

This made Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan and Zhilin very unhappy, but considering that these families paid money on time and did not directly interfere in the management of the academy, everyone turned a blind eye and believed that out of sight, out of mind.

However, five years ago, in order to curb Xue Qinghe's growing power, they found an excuse to drive away Shrek and his group who were about to join the academy, and gave the championship that should have belonged to Tiandou Royal Academy to Lan Ba ​​Academy. This became the last straw that broke the camel's back and triggered all the small conflicts that were hidden in their daily lives.

The three of them directly impeached Prince Xuexing to Emperor Xue Ye. In order to appease them, Emperor Xue Ye had to deprive Prince Xuexing of the right to directly manage the Tiandou Royal Academy. He was also stuffed into Yuexuan and forced to learn aristocratic etiquette for three years. He only barely graduated from that damn semi-closed aristocratic etiquette academy last month.

I thought I would never have any contact with them again in this life, but now...

While his thoughts were wandering, Prince Xuexing had already arrived in front of Zhilin with an avalanche.

"Mr. Zhilin, long time no see."

"Prince Xuexing, the Fourth Prince." Zhilin nodded slightly, then turned back to the pastries in front of him, with no intention of continuing the conversation with him.

If it were an ordinary person, Xue Xing would have been angry long ago, but Zhi Lin could indeed show his displeasure to him because of his status and strength.

Prince Xuexing didn't have the nerve to join them, but he didn't leave either. After saying hello, he naturally took Xue Beng to chat with a few familiar nobles not far away.

After a while, the music gradually stopped.

A beam of light suddenly shone on the second floor, and Count Edio was seen walking down from upstairs wearing a suit woven with gold. The suit was hung with gems and crystals, and he looked extremely dazzling under the light.

This outfit alone cost at least hundreds of thousands of gold soul coins. Although it was very flashy, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Edio seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. He picked up the microphone-shaped amplifying soul guide with his right hand, and his lips and teeth moved slightly. His magnetic voice echoed in the hall: "We are gathered here today, and I am very happy to welcome you all. At this wonderful moment, I would like to toast you all. This glass of wine represents our sincere welcome to you all. I hope you will enjoy it in the coming time, and I also hope that we can have more opportunities for communication and cooperation..."

Avalanche raised his glass along with the crowd and took a sip. The ten-year-old wine bloomed in his mouth, and the rich herbal aroma flowed into his body through his nasal cavity and then rushed straight to his brain.

"Is this the aroma of this wine..."

Xue Beng's eyes became blurry, and his consciousness seemed to have left his body. His body began to move uncontrollably, and he walked towards the edge of the hall like a puppet.

Snapped!

The vital soul power slapped on the shoulder, awakening Avalanche from the chaos.

"Fourth Prince, didn't Prince Xuexing teach you not to run around at a banquet like this?" Zhilin's voice came from behind.

"...Ah, yes." Avalanche shook his head, staggered away.

Nitia came over, followed by a dozen stiff-moving people. "Little lunatic, the core members of our family who are targeting us are all here. Even the Edio above is just a stand-in. I don't know where he has escaped to."

"Thank you for your hard work. I left a mark on Edio, and he can't escape. But before we play the cat and mouse game, let me reminisce about the past." Wang Xiaofeng nodded slightly to the old man in front of him without even looking at Xue Beng's hurriedly fleeing figure.

"Long time no see, Master Zhilin."

"I didn't expect to meet you in this situation."

There was a hint of complexity in Zhilin's eyes. He glanced at the controlled crowd, some of whom he knew.

His martial soul is Azure Ivy. He has his own botanical garden in the academy and has dealt with these drug dealers.

Zhilin advised: "Although I don't know what you want to do, the forces behind these people are not simple, and they should not be underestimated when combined. You have a bright future, so there is no need to ruin your future."

Wang Xiaofeng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your teachings, but these people are just scumbags and don't have the ability. Or do you have acquaintances among them and want to help them?"

Wang Xiaofeng had great respect for the old gentleman standing in front of him.

After all, if the three professors had not stood firmly on their side and made Dugu Bo cautious, they would not have been able to leave Tiandou Royal Academy smoothly.

A soul master of Dugu Bo's level is known for his poisonous nature. Killing a group of Soul Emperors and Soul Saints is as difficult as stepping on an ant on the roadside. Except for Ning Rongrong, no one else is likely to survive.

The conversation between the two attracted a lot of people's attention. Several nobles came over with wine glasses, as if they wanted to get to know Zhilin, the education master who was well-known in the soul master world. Wang Xiaofeng's face was a little blurry and he had no impression of this person. However, since he could chat and laugh with Lord Zhilin, it was worth getting to know him.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the crowd that surrounded him and shook his head, "I don't want to be disturbed."

Wang Xiaofeng took out a test tube with the label "Tranquilizer" on it. It was a very powerful sleeping pill.

His fingertips gently pried open the seal of the test tube, and under his manipulation, the medicine in the test tube mixed with the water vapor in the air, quickly forming a misty fog, which rushed into the hall like a tide.

The nobles who had just walked over were the first to feel sleepy. They put down their red wine glasses, yawned long, and then fell asleep.

"Uncle, I really didn't hear you calling me. I swear to you, I don't know how I ended up there..."

Avalanche, who was trying to explain himself, saw Prince Xuexing fall to the ground with a thud. His face changed and before he could do anything, his eyelids began to glue themselves together stubbornly.

"God bless me, I don't want to die yet..." Avalanche muttered, and fell down and fell asleep.

The nobles in the hall fell down one after another like ripe ears of wheat harvested by a sickle.

After more than ten seconds, the entire hall became quiet and all living things fell asleep. Only around Wang Xiaofeng were there still people standing.

"You can achieve this level without using your martial soul or soul skills." Zhilin witnessed this scene and was amazed: "No one has ever used potions like you."

Zhilin asked, "How long will they sleep?"

"About two or three hours." Wang Xiaofeng said, "You're not going to stop me?"

"You have so many hostages in your hands, what can I do? Besides..." Although he has been teaching for many years and has not fought for a long time, his perception has not deteriorated.

In his perception, Wang Xiaofeng's soul power is as unfathomable as the sea. Five years ago, he was only at the level of Soul Master, but now it is completely invisible. This situation will only happen when their cultivation levels are similar, or the other party is stronger than him.

If I had known this would happen, I would have risked my life to get them to stay. Unfortunately, there is no if.

Zhilin said with a dull look, "Just do whatever you want, I will pretend I didn't see anything that happened today."

"Thank you."

Wang Xiaofeng said goodbye and left, and went up to the third floor with Nitia and a group of zombie nobles.

The style of the third floor is the same as that of the first floor. The floor is paved with exquisite marble tiles with complex and elegant patterns. The chandeliers hanging on both sides are handmade and inlaid with countless crystals. There are more than a dozen oil paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls, showing endless luxury.

These impractical things could not divert Wang Xiaofeng's attention at all. His golden pupils searched for traces left by the mark, "This way."