551. Ninth Worship

"Ah～I must admit, as a teacher, I have been somewhat negligent," Flandre sighed, watching Ma Hongjun walk away and sharing his feelings with his good friend beside him.

"It's not too late to realize it now," Yu Xiaogang said with a stern face, leaning on his crutch and speaking indifferently.

"Xiaogang, shouldn't you be comforting me at a time like this?" Flandre asked, helplessly covering his face with his shoe horn.

"Comforting?"

"Did you notice too, that during those three months, his 'evil fire' didn't come as expected?" Yu Xiaogang raised his head and puffed out his chest. His remaining eye drooped and glanced at Flandre, looking somewhat comical, but more noticeably, he was proud.

"You really need to learn how to be a good teacher. Don't take the easy way out; you have to take care of every aspect."

"Huh," Flandre pulled at his face with his hand.

"Take care of every aspect? I can't possibly help the students relieve their 'fire' personally, can I?"

"You!" Yu Xiaogang's pale face slightly changed, then revealed a cold smile.

"If you're willing, I'd like to watch."

"Once you've learned, are you going to help Tang San?" Flandre made a face.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's face turn the color of a liver, he quickly waved his hand.

"Haha, just kidding."

"We should get going. The eldest brother is taking you for a double lodging."

With these words, Flandre's hands turned into eagle claws, grabbing Yu Xiaogang's shoulders and lifting him off the ground.

Yu Xiaogang, with a solemn face, was already used to this two-person world.

The wind in his ears wasn't strong, but Yu Xiaogang's body, soaked in toxins, couldn't help but shiver.

Flandre, with nothing to do, curiously asked:

"Speaking of which, Xiaogang, was that egg you threw last time also made by Clear Sky Douluo?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, or you might lose something too," Yu Xiaogang warned in a deep voice.

The knee thrust Tang Hao had given him had almost severed his leg, which had been cut vertically.

Although he was saved in the end, he had lost a companion.

"Humph," Flandre's body trembled, and he immediately stopped talking.

He could only marvel at the tyranny of the titled Douluo.

"Humph! Compared to this, you should be more worried about the situation at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy," Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly.

"If it doesn't work out, where will we go next?"

"Haha. Don't worry, Xiaogang, I've already prepared a fallback plan," Flandre laughed loudly, but didn't tell Yu Xiaogang where his second choice was.

"You better have," Yu Xiaogang frowned and closed his cloudy eye.

After much thought, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but admire:

"However, it must be said that the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, which belongs to the royal family, is one of the few places where soul masters are not interfered with by the Spirit Hall."

"Hey, of course, I considered that too," Flandre nodded in agreement.

"The children won't be at a disadvantage there, and the current teachers of Shrek will also have a place to retire."

"The name of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy is also very good."

"..."

As Flandre and Yu Xiaogang were flying together, below them, the three women running at the front of the group had already stopped their playful banter.

Two women supported Ning Rongrong on either side.

Xiao Wu, with her rabbit head sticking out, turned to Zhu Zhuqing and said cheerfully:

"Zhuqing, you report this time."

"Okay," Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"I'll contact the teacher and let him know our whereabouts."

With that, Zhu Zhuqing raised her hand to cover the constantly bouncing chest and focused her attention.

Ning Rongrong, looking at Xiao Wu's excited expression, asked in confusion:

"Xiao Wu, why do you look especially happy?"

"Of course I'm happy!"

Xiao Wu nodded excitedly and said:

"Rongrong, don't you know? Miss Lingling is at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

"Her?"

Ning Rongrong's expression was surprised and she pouted unhappily.

"Of course I know."

"Then once we get there, won't it be easier to see the Holy Son?"

Xiao Wu laughed and said.

"..."

Ning Rongrong was slightly stunned, feeling a pang of jealousy.

"Humph! To see Brother Holy Son, why rely on her?"

"Of course not just on her, but also on you, Zhuqing, and me!"

Xiao Wu shook her head, her face filled with pride.

Her mind had never been so clear and her thoughts so unobstructed.

"It does... seem to make sense."

Ning Rongrong's eyebrows danced, finally understanding Xiao Wu's meaning.

They were all gathering at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

No matter who it was, it seemed easier to see Qian Renjue.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing next to them, glanced at Xiao Wu and the others.

Blushing, she falsely conveyed the message.

"Teacher～Rongrong and Xiao Wu said they miss you."

——

At the entrance of the Pope Hall in the Spirit City,

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were as diligent as ever, acting as the gate keepers as usual.

"Old Ghost, have you been able to sense it lately?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo used the technique of transmitting sound into the ear, whispering to Ghost Douluo.

"What?"

Ghost Douluo's voice was hoarse.

"Of course, the cultivation of the young master. I used to be able to estimate it roughly, but now, now..."

Before Chrysanthemum Douluo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ghost Douluo.

"Like facing the Pope himself?"

"No! Even more terrifying than the Pope!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face lit up with excitement. If it weren't for the inappropriate location, he would definitely lean over to share that feeling with his old buddy.

"..."

Ghost Douluo was silent.

Chrysanthemum Douluo covered his mouth and nose with his hand, "Old Ghost, aren't you surprised?"

"A little."

Under the black robe, Ghost Douluo's vague figure seemed to nod.

"Chrysanthemum, are you about to break through?"

"Haha～"

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly let out a delicate laugh.

"Indeed, I do have a bit of a feeling. The Purple Golden Chrysanthemum Pill is very compatible with me."

"Then I will be the Ninth Worship!"

"..."

Ghost Douluo was silent again.

"Old Ghost, can't you show a bit of emotion? You're too much of a spoilsport."

"I'm thinking whether the Worship Hall would even want you."

"Huh? Why."

"Because... You're neither man or woman."

"You're mother! Old Ghost, are you looking for a fight with me?!"

"..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was furious, but Ghost Douluo had already blocked his ears with his soul power.

To onlookers, Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed like a charming and flirtatious mute.

Apart from Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo at the entrance, there were only two people inside the Pope Hall.

Qian Renjue sat on the throne reserved for the Pope.

Hu Liena held the documents.

Standing straight and gracefully by the table, she acted as a secretary.

She pulled out a small stack from the thick pile of intelligence.

"Senior Brother, I've organized the information of the colleges that have been verified in various places these past few days."

"Hmm, well done, Nana."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly, not lifting his head as he grabbed the documents.

Then he handed back the processed ones to Hu Liena.

Hu Liena quietly stood by, watching Qian Renjue with a smile in her beautiful eyes.

This was one of the few moments they had alone together.

Qian Renjue quickly flipped through the documents in his hand, barely pausing, and found the target page.

A satisfied smile of triumph curved his lips.

"Teacher～"

At that moment, the thumb ring vibrated slightly, and Zhu Zhuqing's voice sounded in his ear.

Qian Renjue immediately responded to her.

"Zhuqing, go ahead and speak, I'm free now."