Chapter 69 Sealing... Title Douluo?!
"Xiao Chuan, remember this!"
"From now on, the matter of copying soul bones is a secret you must keep to yourself!"
"No one except me and my mistress can know!"
After his initial excitement, Tang Hao's expression turned serious than ever before. He grabbed Tang Chuan's shoulder, his gaze piercing, and said in a low, solemn voice, "Remember, it's anyone!"
He looked around the courtyard, his eyes revealing deep apprehension.
"It's not that Dad wants to discipline you."
"It's your ability to copy soul bones that's too conspicuous!"
"Soul bones are inherently capable of stirring up bloodshed. If word gets out about your ability, the Spirit Hall, the Seven Great Sects, and all the forces on the entire continent... will pounce on you like mad dogs!"
"At that time, even your father might not be able to protect you!"
"Dad, I understand what's important."
"I won't tell anyone but you and your mistress."
"Except for the one that Tang San used, I used Blue Silver Grass to absorb all the other soul bones I copied."
Tang Chuan looked at the worry and determination in his father's eyes and felt reassured.
The purpose of demonstrating the ability to replicate soul bones to Tang Hao was precisely this effect. There was no need to hide this from him; once Tang Hao knew, he would definitely be more attentive to protecting himself.
"Yes, it's good that you know what I mean."
Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to rub Tang Chuan's hair, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the dark black spirit ring at Tang Chuan's feet, silently making plans in his mind.
The number one soul ring in ten thousand years is also too astonishing.
Perhaps I should go to Heaven Dou City to find Tang Yuehua. She is in charge of Yuexuan and has excellent connections; she might know of any soul tools or soul bones that can change the color of a soul ring...
He didn't say it aloud.
He only took a sip of his iced tea before adding, "In the future, don't easily reveal your soul rings when you're out. Hide them if you can."
"If anything happens, let the mistress go first."
"Did you remember?"
Although he was talking to Tang Chuan, Tang Hao's gaze was fixed on Tang San. If Tang San uttered even half a word of dissent, he would inevitably get a beating.
"Uh-huh!"
"Dad, I will protect my brother!"
Tang San nodded repeatedly without the slightest hesitation, purely out of his heart to protect his brother.
"You two brothers rest first, I'm going out to take care of some things."
Tang Hao stood up as he spoke, his tall figure disappearing into the night.
He was going to Notting Academy; there were some things his father needed to discuss with the academy's principal in person.
Nottingham Academy, Dean's Office.
The dean was engrossed in processing documents when suddenly, an indescribable pressure descended, and the air in the entire office seemed to freeze.
He looked up in shock and saw a disheveled middle-aged man standing in the center of the room.
"you..."
The dean had barely spoken when his pupils contracted.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Nine spirit rings unfolded beneath the man, especially the last one, a crimson 100,000-year spirit ring, which exuded a suffocating pressure, causing the dean to drop the report from his hand onto the table with a thud, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"A... a Title Douluo?!"
As Tang Hao deliberately released his soul pressure, the wooden table cracked, and cracks appeared in its legs.
"Orosa pays homage to Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, you...you are..."
The dean rose and bowed respectfully. Faced with invisible pressure, he had no choice but to release his Spirit to relieve the pressure.
A pair of scissors, gleaming with silver light, appeared in the air.
Four spirit rings—white, yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared one after another at the dean's feet.
"I'm here to say just one thing."
Tang Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight: "My son, Tang Chuan, goes to Academy here with you."
"Yes, yes!"
The dean broke out in a cold sweat and nodded hastily: "Tang Chuan is exceptionally talented..."
"I didn't come here to hear you praise him."
Tang Hao interrupted him, his eyes sharp: "I'm only telling you, he can't afford to make any mistakes while he's at Notting Academy, understand?"
"clear!"
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
"I swear on my life that I will ensure Tang Chuan suffers no harm during his time at Notting Academy!"
The dean nodded vigorously.
How could he dare to be negligent!
A titled Douluo personally came to greet him; if anything were to happen to Tang Chuan, the wrath of a titled Douluo would be enough to raze the entire Notting Academy to the ground.
"Um."
"I hope the dean will take good care of Xiao Chuan in the academy from now on."
As he spoke, Tang Hao put away his spirit ring, raised his hand and waved it. A jet-black token clattered onto the table; it was none other than the Spirit Hall Elder's Token.
Bang! The door slammed shut.
Tang Hao's figure had disappeared.
Staring at the door, the dean stood in front of the table for a long time without making any move.
After a long while, he lowered his head, his gaze falling on the token. He shook his head and smiled helplessly: "I never expected that Tang Chuan would be the son of a Title Douluo..."
"No wonder!"
"His first spirit ring will be 8,600 years old, which is longer than the combined ages of my four spirit rings!"
The dean raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead; his arm was still trembling slightly.
"I just thought Tang Chuan was an unusual kid before."
"Looking back now, it wasn't just unusual, it was absolutely extraordinary!"
"His Majesty's personal visit is likely primarily intended to warn me that this secret must be kept hidden!"
Thinking of this, the dean frowned: "We need to remind this child quickly that he should avoid activating his spirit rings in the academy, especially outside, and stop using his spirit skills to make iced tea so casually as before."
"If someone with ulterior motives sees the color of the spirit ring, we'll be in big trouble."
As he spoke, he remembered Tang's takeout shop.
Previously, it was just that the shop was doing good business and could add some popularity to the academy. Moreover, it was an investment in the genius students. Tang Chuan liked to do things, so he let him do them. But now it has become much more important!
The son of a titled Douluo.
He possesses the first soul ring in 8,600 years.
It also possesses incredible food-related abilities, making its future potential limitless!
"Increase investment!"
"We must increase investment!"
Orosa's eyes lit up, and she quickly jotted down notes on a piece of paper: "Tomorrow, have someone vacate that empty storage room on the east side of the cafeteria for Tang Chuan to use as a storage room."
"The academy will arrange for work-study students to help with odd jobs, and the academy will be responsible for their wages."
"Make him a spare key to the small ice storage room, so that the cafeteria's ice storage won't be too small for him."
"Also, I heard he's partnered with several taverns in Nottingham. If any fools dare to cause trouble, the Academy will have to step in and mediate..."
Orosa became more and more excited as she spoke, her pen scratching across the paper.
"Tang Chuan is a capable kid; he knows how to run a business."
"Now he's the son of a Title Douluo."
"I made things convenient for him today. When he grows up, even a small favor he slips through his fingers will be enough to benefit Notting Academy."
"This is an opportunity for Notting Academy; we must seize it!"
The dean put down his pen, glanced at the elder's token again, carefully locked it deep in the drawer, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Fortunately, Your Majesty meant no harm."
"Instead, they gave it to the Spirit Hall's elder's token as a keepsake..."
"Go to the cafeteria first thing tomorrow morning and talk to Tang Chuan about this in person. Also, finalize the shop arrangement. We can't be negligent."
At this moment, Tang Chuan has become the core focus of his work.
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