Chapter 39: Drinking Again?

Inside the Pope Palace.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed and asked, "Your Holiness the Pope, should we lead the team to Tiandou City to capture that Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast and eliminate that brat?"

But Bibi Dong said indifferently, "No need! We just need to wait for them to walk into our trap in Wuhun City. By then, that person will naturally appear!"

Zhou Yu not only revealed Xiao Wu and Tang San's true identities but also reported to Bibi Dong that they would participate in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament.

His latest mission was to forcibly separate Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.

But now, Zhou Yu faced an obstacle that needed to be removed.

—Bang, bang, bang! Three loud booms came from outside the hall, startling the Pope and the two Title Douluo.

The three flames, which had been so arrogant before, were now extinguished by three bullets, leaving behind a silence.

Yan knelt on one knee on the ground, his eyes wide, staring unbelievably at the deep black hole in front of him.

If Zhou Yu's finger merely squeezed slightly, this lethal weapon named Desert Eagle would make his head explode.

Hu Liena and Xie Jian, standing aside watching the fight, wanted to rush forward to stop it, but it was already too late.

Of the three shots fired just now, two had accurately hit Yan's palms, which were in the process of casting a soul skill.

The other shot hit his knee, forcing him to kneel on one leg.

Zhou Yu held the Desert Eagle, standing steadily opposite Yan, and calmly declared, "Senior Yan, you have lost!"

As a member of the Golden Generation, he was humiliated by a junior who was a few grades behind him.

Moreover, the beauty he secretly admired was right there beside him.

Yan would rather face a hail of bullets than endure this humiliation.

"You seek death!"

Just as he prepared to fight back desperately, a Yin-yang voice came from behind him: "Stop! What are you doing?"

"Elder Chrysanthemum!"

Seeing that the newcomers were Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, the Golden Generation immediately stepped forward to pay their respects.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu put away the Desert Eagle and stepped forward to bow as well: "Two Elders!"

Ghost Douluo was shrouded in thick black mist; only his voice was heard, not his face: "Zhou Yu, the Pope's order: go execute it immediately, do not make any mistakes!"

"As you command!"

Zhou Yu responded quickly, then turned and left.

Just now, his duel with Yan relied entirely on catching him off guard; if they met again next time, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

Yan, filled with indignation, stood up and said, "Elder, I was careless just now; otherwise..."

"Shut up!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo scolded angrily: "He is a few years younger than you, but his soul power has already reached level forty-nine. As for talent, he is indeed above the three of you."

Finally, he warned, "Your Holiness the Pope seems to value him greatly; you had best not provoke him lightly."

After the two elders left, Xie Yue, the leader of the Golden Generation, patted Yan's shoulder and comforted him: "At the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, he will represent the Tiandou Royal Academy. If you want revenge, there will be an opportunity."

Yan nodded, his gaze fixed on Zhou Yu's departing back: "Let's see how long you can act so arrogantly!"

Behind him, Hu Liena, though not hating Zhou Yu as much as Yan did, was also unwilling to be surpassed by someone else.

However, the way she chose to respond was not to kill the other person, but to strive to improve herself.

Zhou Yu boarded a carriage and returned to Tiandou City.

Taking advantage of the fact that Tang San had not yet returned, he prepared to strike at Yu Xiaogang first. The Lanba Academy had now been renamed Shrek Academy.

As soon as Zhou Yu entered the door, he saw the five members of Shrek cultivating.

Ning Rongrong, with her sharp eyes, saw him and excitedly ran forward: "Lin Yu, why have you come?"

"Of course, to come see you. How is your cultivation going recently? Have you broken through?"

Zhou Yu habitually raised his hand, gently stroking the back of her head as he replied.

Not far away, Oscar, upon seeing Zhou Yu, lost his composure; seeing his intimate interaction with Ning Rongrong, his jealousy flared up even more.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, naturally, united with Oscar on the same front, constantly comforting him.

Zhou Yu had once helped Zhu Zhuqing, leaving her with a very good impression.

This ice beauty, who was usually silent and spoke little, actually stepped forward to greet him: "Hello, Lin Yu!"

A gentle smile curled on Zhou Yu's lips; he naturally extended his right hand: "Hello, Zhuqing!"

A blush rose on Zhu Zhuqing's face, unable to hide her shyness, but she still extended her hand; their fingertips touched, completing a warm handshake.

Seeing this, Oscar and Ma Hongjun acted quickly, blocking Dai Mubai on the left and right, fearing a conflict would break out again between the two sides.

To this, Zhou Yu looked indifferent, simply asking softly: "Why don't I see Xiao Wu?"

Ning Rongrong sighed and replied: "Since Third Brother was taken away, Xiao Wu has been locking herself in her room."

"So that's how it is. Didn't Grandmaster say that that senior Dugu Bo would not harm Tang San? You don't need to worry too much."

Zhou Yu pretended to comfort them, then changed the subject: "By the way, Grandmaster usually supervises your cultivation personally; why haven't I seen him?"

Hearing this question, Ning Rongrong immediately couldn't help but laugh: "Hee hee, ever since Second Aunt Liu Erlong and Grandmaster reunited after a long separation, she has been clinging to Grandmaster. But Grandmaster has been hiding..."

"Haha, indeed, one thing always conquers another."

Zhou Yu laughed heartily and continued: "Although Grandmaster doesn't have time to supervise you, you are not allowed to slack off, okay!"

"I know. You are only a little older than me; why do you always boss me around?"

Ning Rongrong pouted her small mouth, turned, and took Zhu Zhuqing's arm, saying: "Zhuqing, I'm hungry. How about we make Lin Yu treat us to a meal to satisfy our cravings?"

"I..."

Zhu Zhuqing was about to open her mouth to politely refuse, but she couldn't resist Ning Rongrong's persistence and was dragged forward by her.

Dai Mubai, witnessing this scene, had no mood left for Meditation; he shouted loudly: "Little Ao, Pangzi. I'll treat you to drinks, let's go!"

Hearing about drinking, Ma Hongjun instantly became interested and immediately replied, "Old Big Dai, that's the spirit. Brother will drink with you until neither of us can stand."

Unlike the carefree Pangzi, Oscar's thoughts remained on Ning Rongrong.

At that moment, an idea struck him, and he suggested, "Xiao Wu has been cooped up in her room all day. How about... we invite her? As the saying goes, wine drowns sorrow; perhaps it will lift her spirits."

Having spoken, he looked at Ning Rongrong, who had already reached the door, and asked loudly, "Rongrong, what do you say?"

"Drinking..."

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel a shock, recalling the last time the Shrek Seven Devils celebrated their soul-fighting victory, when Ma Hongjun, drunk, did that thing to Zhu Zhuqing.

She was about to speak and refuse, but unexpectedly, Zhou Yu beside her agreed, "Since Young Master Dai is treating, of course I must show my face!"

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun curled his lip slightly and muttered, "Tch, I never said I was treating you!"

At this moment, an ominous premonition surged within Ning Rongrong.

She decided that no matter what happened, she would stay by Zhuqing's side without leaving her for a single step to protect her.

(End of this chapter)