Seeing Tang San lost in thought, Tang Lan chuckled.
Still can't stump you, huh?
Take your ti and think.
After watching Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong for a while, their progress was steady.
Tang Lan walked towards Flender.
"Dean, I'm going into the city to buy so materials."
"Go ahead," Flender said readily. "When you have ti, co find . I have sothing to discuss with you."
"Will do!"
Tang Lan headed straight for Suo Tuo City.
He purchased quite a few rare tals, gemstones, engraving knives, and so on.
These were naturally for crafting Soul Tools.
He had originally thought that he would at most make a Blue Silver Grass signal converter Soul Tool first.
This was because the core of a storage Soul Tool required a gemstone called "Void Crystal," inscribed with a spatial array to be crafted.
But he hadn't expected that…
In the Douluo Continent, because the crafting techniques for Soul Tools had been lost, precious Void Crystals were mistaken for "Sapphires" and made into various jewelry.
Although they were also very expensive, with the smallest costing several hundred Gold Soul Coins.
Compared to the convenience of a storage Soul Tool, they were not worth ntioning.
As for the price?
Tang Lan didn't care.
The Tang Sect's pillar products, firearms, were enough.
Currently, only he could make storage Soul Tools, and he didn't have ti to waste on this.
He checked into the Rose Hotel directly.
He tipped a waiter 1 Gold Soul Coin to deliver a ssage to Shrek.
He wouldn't be returning for the next couple of days.
He wanted to prepare a little surprise for Ning Fengzhi! Three days passed quickly.
Early in the morning.
Tang Lan returned to the dorm, dusty from his travels.
He took a shower and opened the door.
He saw Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing waiting at the entrance.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu pounced on him, her long legs wrapping around Tang Lan's waist.
"I missed you, Brother~"
Tang Lan rubbed her rabbit ears and looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
"Can you use Lingbo Weibu in combat now?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded.
"What about Rongrong's progress?" Tang Lan asked again.
Zhu Zhuqing was about to speak when…
"She's definitely slower than Zhuqing," Ning Rongrong's voice chid in. "After all, I'm a support soul master."
Tang Lan nodded in understanding.
"If this transaction with the Ning family head goes smoothly, Rongrong can choose another cultivation technique to learn."
He didn't ntion Zhu Zhuqing.
A sect wasn't like a school where you could learn whatever you wanted.
You needed to have "contributions."
"Really?" Ning Rongrong asked excitedly. "Then can you teach that one that makes soul power boil…"
"You can't learn it," Tang Lan shook his head.
"What do you an? You said I could choose anything!" Ning Rongrong's face fell.
Tang Lan chuckled.
It was quite daring for a woman to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
He patted Xiao Wu's waist, signaling her to explain to Ning Rongrong.
He then walked towards Tang San's dorm.
The hamring sounds from over there suggested he was still busy.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
"Little San, I have sothing to tell you. Can I co in?"
Silence from the room for a few seconds.
[Host has made Tang San focus on forging, delaying his cultivation progress. Minor amount of Tang San's luck has been seized!]
[Reward: "External Soul Bone: Double Pupils Lifespan 100"! ]
Good, good.
It seed Tang San had diligently completed the tasks assigned to him over these three days.
"Brother, co in."
Tang Lan pushed open the door and scanned the room.
A piece of cloth covered the workbench in the corner. From its silhouette, it looked like he was assembling a hidden weapon.
He knew what he had been doing these past few seconds.
Tang San's expression was a little unnatural.
He changed the subject and said—
"Brother, I've finished the anti-theft asures for the bullet."
He picked up a bullet from the side and handed it over.
"I used a mortise and tenon structure to lock the connection point."
"It's guaranteed to fire smoothly using the prir and gunpowder."
"But if soone tries to disassemble or damage the casing, it will directly ignite the propellant."
"This way, even if they get the casing, they won't be able to figure out the gunpowder formula."
Oh ho?
Did Tang San actually co up with a solution? "What about the manufacturing process? Is it difficult?" Tang Lan asked.
"It's even simpler," Tang San said proudly. "I chose mold pressing. The bullet is directly pressed as one piece. As long as the assembly process isn't leaked, there won't be any problems."
Tsk! This Tang San is truly suited to be a "Technical Director"!
As for cultivation?
As an older brother, I'll work twice as hard for you.
"Has the Fire God Cannon Machine Gun been developed?" Tang Lan asked.
"Of course!"
Tang San's face lit up with excitent as he ran to the workbench.
He picked up a six-barreled machine gun.
"Brother! This behemoth is truly ferocious!" Tang San exclaid, his eyes glowing purple. "Its power isn't as great as Heavy Rain, but against low to mid-tier soul masters, it's pure slaughter!"
Heh! Having Tang San as a subordinate is truly satisfying.
Tang Lan didn't take the Fire God Cannon Machine Gun. Instead, he walked over to a nearby box.
Inside were stacks of 12.7mm machine gun rounds, specifically for the Fire God Cannon Machine Gun.
They were already fitted with bullet chains but still appeared cumberso.
Tang Lan's hand flashed.
He took out an item resembling a magazine and attached it to the bullet chains.
All the bullet chains disappeared.
He then went back to the Fire God Cannon Machine Gun and pressed a button on the magazine, which ejected the bullet chains.
He inserted them into the de-linked feeding chanism, and the magazine attached directly to the barrel.
Perfect.
This way, they wouldn't have to carry heavy ammunition boxes.
"Brother, is this a Storage Soul Tool? For holding ammunition?" Tang San asked in surprise. "Were you researching this for the past three days?"
Pfft. What a waste! Doesn't Tang Lan know how precious Storage Soul Tools are? "Mm, I call it a Storage Magazine."
Tang Lan tossed a ring to Tang San.
—If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it so pig feed.
This Storage Ring used the smallest Void Crystal, with only one cubic ter of space.
But Tang San still bead with joy! He had long coveted Storage Soul Tools. How great would it be to store hidden weapons?
Now he finally had one!
He imdiately realized—
"Brother!"
"You've cracked the storage Soul Tool, can you make them yourself now?"
Tang Lan smiled and nodded.
Just as he was about to speak, "Sect Master, little San!" Ning Rongrong called from outside. "My dad's here, and Grandpa Jian too!"
Hmm? They ca this early in the morning.
They probably arrived last night?
"Little San, let's go!" Tang Lan chuckled. "Let's give Sect Master Ning a little shock!"
Tang San nodded heavily.
The inspiration for these firearm Soul Tools ca from hidden weapons.
He felt honored by this.
They went outside, Ning Rongrong skipped over, a grin on her face.
"Sect Master, my Grandpa Jian's martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, specializes in offense, which complents the Nine Yang Divine Skill's extre yang and hardness perfectly."
"Our sect is also lacking a Titled Douluo to oversee things. We could try to win over Grandpa Jian and make him an honorary elder."
Tang Lan blinked.
Is she teaching how to poach talent? "And also!"
Ning Rongrong continued—
"Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Jian are always competing with each other."
"If Grandpa Jian improves, and you take the Undying Seal thod to Grandpa Bone, you can definitely win him over to beco an honorary elder too."
Well then!
If Ning Fengzhi knew his darling daughter was this leaky, what would he think?
"Don't worry about it," Tang Lan refused. "Titled Douluo are nothing. We'll reach that level ourselves."
Ning Rongrong's expression dimd upon hearing this.
Given Tang Lan's talent, becoming a Titled Douluo was a certainty, it was only a matter of how many more levels.
But for her, The limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda ant she could only reach level 79 at most.
Tang Lan saw what Ning Rongrong was thinking but didn't say anything more.
Tang Lan walked towards Xiao Wu, whose complexion was tense, and took her hand.
"Let's go, I'll go with you."
Xiao Wu stood rooted to the spot.
Her gaze towards Tang Lan was filled with hesitation, panic, and fear. Titled Douluo could see her soul beast transformation! They didn't even need to see it with their own eyes.
Perhaps they had already known Xiao Wu's identity the mont she stepped into Shrek.
Going over now would be walking right into a trap, wouldn't it? "Trust ," Tang Lan said with a gentle smile. "With here, nothing will happen."
Xiao Wu's tense emotions slowly began to calm down.
She held Tang Lan's hand, following behind him. As long as her brother was here, she felt at ease.
Tang Lan was not bragging.
The world bustles, all for profit. He had a way to make Sword Douluo Chen Xin voluntarily keep this secret.
That was why he hadn't reminded Xiao Wu to temporarily leave Shrek to hide.
Behind them,
Tang San and Ning Rongrong found it a bit strange but didn't ask further.
As for Zhu Zhuqing, her gaze fell upon Tang Lan and Xiao Wu holding hands. —Weren't these two siblings? Why were they so intimate? "Rongrong," Tang Lan suddenly said, "I'll need you later…"
Ning Fengzhi, with his noble status, was naturally to be entertained in the Dean's office.
As he approached, he heard Flender's hearty laughter.
"Hahaha—"
"Thank you so much for your generosity, Sect Master Ning!"
"Now I can finally cultivate these students with peace of mind!"
A gentle and refined voice chuckled softly.
"And I must also thank Dean Flender for raising my Rongrong so well."
"Seeing her today, she actually used polite language, which truly surprised ."
"Not at all, not at all," Flender said humbly. "If it weren't for the letter you sent, Sect Master Ning, I wouldn't have dared to teach with such freedom. You truly have foresight!"
Tang Lan and the others glanced at Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and coughed heavily.
The conversation inside imdiately stopped.
She then knocked on the door.
"Please co in," Flender called out.
Ning Rongrong pushed the door open, and Tang Lan and the others followed her in.
They saw Ning Rongrong walk straight behind a refined man.
She didn't say anything, her expression looking wronged.
Ning Fengzhi's originally calm and collected expression visibly beca flustered.
Tang Lan ignored the interaction between the father and daughter.
He moved his steps and stood in front of Xiao Wu.
His eyes t with Chen Xin, who was dressed in a snow-white robe.
"I am Tang Lan. I greet you, Sword Douluo, Your Excellency," Tang Lan said, neither servile nor overbearing.
Only then did Chen Xin retract his gaze and size up Tang Lan.
He nodded slightly.
"12 years old and level 45. He truly is his son."
He then looked at Tang San.
He averted his gaze, offering no comnt.
[Tang San] stood behind Ning Fengzhi with his arms crossed, appearing like an invisible person.
Tang Lan didn't engage further.
He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still teary-eyed and staring at Ning Fengzhi.
"Alright, Rongrong, we still have matters to discuss today. Don't tease Sect Master Ning anymore."
As his words fell, Ning Rongrong imdiately stopped her tears and stuck out her tongue at Ning Fengzhi.
with a smile, "So we're even then. Don't sell your daughter next ti!"
Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past, she would have made a huge fuss for three days and three nights over sothing like this.
But now, Tang Lan's single sentence settled it.
Coming to Shrek was definitely the right decision.
With that thought, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but size up Tang Lan seriously, nodding repeatedly.
Handso appearance, monstrous talent, and ambition.
Even though he had founded his own sect, he could still be integrated into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. As long as "Young friend Tang, you're accomplished beyond your years. Thank you for taking care of Rongrong," Ning Fengzhi said politely.
"Sect Master Ning, you're too kind," Tang Lan replied, stepping aside. "Let's get straight to the point. Shall we go test the firearm Soul Tools?"
Talking about other things was pointless; it was ti to get down to business! His direct and efficient approach surprised Ning Fengzhi a little.
She then stood up.
"Then I'll trouble Sect Master Tang."
The way she addressed him had changed.
There was less familiarity, and she no longer saw Tang Lan as a junior.
There was more solemnity, and they were communicating as equals.
Tang Lan smiled knowingly.
It was simple to converse with soone intelligent.
Walking alongside Ning Fengzhi, they arrived at the training ground.
"Please excuse any accidents during the test later," Tang Lan said. "To show my sincerity, the person from the Tang Sect responsible for demonstrating the firearm Soul Tools will be my fourth disciple, Ning Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong stepped forward and waved her hand at Ning Fengzhi.
—Surprised? Unexpected?
But Ning Fengzhi had clearly heard about this already—likely from Flender's warning.
She said gently, "Uncle Jian, please trouble you."
"Then let this old bone play with the girl," Chen Xin said with a smile.
He walked up to Ning Rongrong, completely unguarded.
"Girl, you use that Soul Tool freely, Grandpa will defend."
(^_~) What a guy! Chen Xin, with his all-powerful deanor, actually winked playfully?
This contrast in personality made Tang Lan, who knew what was going on, chuckle.
— It was clear that Chen Xin doted on Ning Rongrong imnsely.
At the sa ti.
Tang Lan glanced at Tang San, who nodded and stepped away from the scene.
Ning Fengzhi saw this but paid it no mind.
In the arena.
Ning Rongrong's storage ring flashed on her finger, and the muzzle of the Python revolver pointed at Chen Xin.
"Bang—"
A piercing round was caught by Chen Xin between his fingers.
"Good power, almost at the level of an offensive Spirit's first spirit ability," Chen Xin comnted sharply.
He casually caught the remaining five piercing rounds with his bare hands.
He didn't even use his spirit power.
So. When Ning Rongrong pulled out two Uzis and unleashed 100 piercing rounds in 2 seconds.
She caught Chen Xin completely off guard.
He could only release sword energy with his spirit power, forming a sword energy barrier in front of him.
"Not bad."
"This has the power of a second spirit ability."
"If a spirit master below level 30 weren't careful, they would die on the spot."
More than half the spirit masters on the continent were stuck around level 30.
The Uzi alone was enough for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to take seriously.
Unexpectedly. Ning Rongrong pulled out a Barrett and pulled the trigger, aiming directly at Chen Xin! "Boom))))=>"
Chen Xin gathered his energy into his sword, intending to cleave the armor-piercing sniper bullet in two.
However, the armor-piercing sniper bullet spun for a mont and, due to its own material, deflected.
"Crack—"
It snapped a branch a hundred ters away.
"Hum hum hum—"
The blade in Chen Xin's hand vibrated endlessly, unable to calm down for a long ti.
"Such imnse power!" Chen Xin exclaid in surprise. "It possesses the might of a fourth soul skill? A non-defensive soul master below level 40, without activating a defensive soul skill."
"Boom))))=>"
"Boom))))=>"
"Boom))))=>"
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