Chapter 324: Guangling Bestows a Skill

Nan Feihuang arrived at the center of Wuhun City, the Spirit Hall, without any obstruction.

Although it was only his second time here, his familiarity made it seem as if he were returning to his own home.

"I wonder how the Pope's temper is lately—no, wait, Her Excellency the Pope. If I barge in so rashly, I won't be turned into a specimen, will I?" Nan Feihuang muttered. In truth, he had originally wanted to call her mother-in-law, but he remembered that on the surface, Bibi Dong was only Qian Renxue's older sister.

Disaster comes from the mouth; in a place like Wuhun City, even if one can be casual, one cannot speak without restraint.

"Xiao Dong has been going through menopause for many years now, so this old man advises you: it is best not to provoke her," a voice sounded beside Nan Feihuang.

Feihuang was startled and hurriedly turned around, only to find that there was no one behind him.

"What astonishing cultivation. It clearly sounded like it was speaking right in my ear, yet I cannot detect a trace of them at all. This must be something only a Super Douluo expert could achieve," Nan Feihuang guarded himself, his eyes continuing to search for the source of the voice.

"Although this old man is indeed a Super Douluo, one does not actually need such high cultivation to speak in your ear without appearing in your line of sight. Can you try looking down?" When the speaker said this, their temper had clearly worsened a bit.

Nan Feihuang was stunned and subconsciously lowered his head, only to see a cute-looking white-haired young boy standing at his feet. He had seen this person before; it was Guangling Douluo, who had come to pick up Qian Renxue back at the Star Dou Great Forest.

No wonder he couldn't see him; it wasn't because of his cultivation, but simply because Guangling Douluo was too short, only reaching his waist.

Feihuang had reached the Spirit Saint realm and had successively absorbed several Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings and a few Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. His body had developed extremely well, and his height had reached over 185 centimeters. If he didn't look down, he really wouldn't be able to see this little boy.

"Your Excellency Young Boy, it's you. Long time no see, you look more spirited than ever," Nan Feihuang greeted him with a smile.

Guangling Douluo, however, was full of question marks. "'Your Excellency Young Boy'? What does that mean? This old man's title is Guangling. I remember introducing myself to you; you don't have amnesia, do you?"

At this moment, Guangling's expression toward this future grandson-in-law changed. The Saintess of their Offering Hall could not marry a disabled person with amnesia.

"Oh, 'Young Boy' is a local dialect from our Gulei Kingdom. It means someone who is tall, imposing, and majestic. So, I address you as Your Excellency Young Boy to describe your appearance," Nan Feihuang bluffed, which actually made Guangling Douluo very satisfied.

"So that's what 'Young Boy' means. This word is right up my alley. If I had known, I should have used it directly when I chose my title back then."

Following Qian Renxue, Xiao Wu, and the Azure Ox Python, another person had been magnificently hoodwinked by Nan Feihuang.

Height had always been Guangling Douluo's sore spot. If Dragon Ball existed in this world, his wish would surely be the same as Frieza's in the later stages: to grow five centimeters taller.

As for why he didn't just grow twenty centimeters, it would of course appear too abrupt. He wanted everyone to think he was still in a growth spurt and that there was still plenty of room for his height to develop.

"Hehe, as long as Your Excellency Young Boy likes it. By the way, Your Excellency, I am here to find my Xue Jie. May I ask if she is here?" Although he knew full well that Qian Renxue was not there, Nan Feihuang still asked, knowing the answer, to express the importance he placed on Qian Renxue.

"Not bad, kid. The first thing you did after coming out of Slaughter City was to come find my Xue'er. You have heart, and your strength is not weak either. Looking at your soul power fluctuations, you have already surpassed... truly a young genius. And your mouth is sweet; you've coaxed this old man into being very happy. This old man likes you." Guangling Douluo, not tall enough, could only pat Nan Feihuang's chest and laugh.

"Seeing that you are so sincere, this old man will tell you: although you came specifically to see Xue'er, it is very unfortunate that Xue'er has been in secluded cultivation for these past few years. It is estimated that she will not emerge for at least three years," Guangling Douluo said.

Although he was simple-minded, he was not a fool, and he would not truly reveal Qian Renxue's whereabouts to Nan Feihuang.

Secluded cultivation was truly an excuse that never wore out.

The time he stated was three years, which was also something he had judged after some consideration.

The Soul Hunting Operation Plan that the Spirit Hall had been preparing for many years, along with the Heaven Dou Infiltration Plan, should be completed in about three years.

By then, even if Xue Qinghe's identity were exposed, it would not matter; the overall situation would be settled.

Before that, he could only wrong this young couple by letting them taste more of the bitterness of separation and longing.

"No, the only one who has to taste the bitterness is this kid. He doesn't know about my Xue'er, but my Xue'er knows about him," Guangling Douluo had a flash of inspiration.

If Nan Feihuang couldn't see Qian Renxue here, then his next target would likely be to go to the Heaven Dou Empire to report his safety to his fiancée Xue Ke and his good brother Xue Qinghe.

But Xue Qinghe was Qian Renxue; as long as she saw Nan Feihuang, she would naturally not have to endure any bitterness of longing.

Thinking of this, Guangling Douluo felt that he was truly too clever. The bitterness was suffered by this kid, and the happiness was enjoyed by his own granddaughter—very fair.

Upon hearing this, Nan Feihuang's expression was incomparably dejected. "Is that so? I originally wanted to come find Xue Jie immediately to report my safety and apologize. I went to Slaughter City without consulting her first; she must be very angry. I wonder if she will forgive me?"

"Sigh, Your Excellency Guangling, thank you for informing me. Feihuang will go buy you some oranges as a token of gratitude later, and then I shall take my leave."

Nan Feihuang prepared to leave in disappointment, which was also a normal reaction in Guangling's eyes. Since he couldn't see Qian Renxue, there was indeed no point in him staying in Wuhun City.

But looking at Nan Feihuang's desolate back, Guangling Douluo felt a little bit guilty. Actually, this was a good child; he was sincere to his granddaughter and filial to his elders, and even thought of buying him oranges before leaving.

"Hey, kid, wait." Guangling called out to Nan Feihuang.

Feihuang turned back and asked, "Your Excellency, do you have any further instructions?"

Guangling Douluo said: "This old man has observed that although your strength is quite good, there is still a distance compared to my Xue'er. Someone like you is not worthy of my granddaughter. How about this: seeing as you have coaxed this old man into being very happy, how about I teach you a move?"

"If Your Excellency is willing to teach me, Nan Feihuang would feel deeply honored." Feihuang did not expect such an unexpected joy.

Every Super Douluo must have their own unique strengths. Although Nan Feihuang held the Dunjia Heavenly Book, he had never thought of closing his doors to build a carriage. If he could obtain the essence of martial arts from various experts, he would surely be able to learn from their strengths to offset his own weaknesses and step into a higher realm.

"Hmm, a young person who is neither arrogant nor impetuous—very good. Listen, this old man will pass on to you one of my self-created soul skills, named Mind Eye. The effect is very simple: it can make the next soul skill you unleash carry a locking effect." Guangling Douluo's simple sentence revealed an incomparably powerful self-created soul skill.

(End of chapter)