Chapter 62: Confrontation!
The expressions of the three Faculty Committee members changed in unison.
The three of them hadn't even reached a conclusion yet, and someone was already trying to cut in and snatch the prize. Did they really think the three of them were made of clay?
Even a clay man has three parts of fire in him!
"Your Excellency Dugu, do not push people too far."
Meng Shenji gave a sharp shout, and his body suddenly became illusory, as if turning into a pitch-black shadow, with thick black mist rising from beneath his feet.
Two yellow, three purple, and three black—the light of eight Soul Rings instantly filled the entire reception room.
At the same time, the two Faculty Committee members, Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin, released their Martial Souls simultaneously.
One was a glittering golden cauldron, and the other was a vine like green jade emerald.
Dugu Bo gave a cold snort. "You three old things, who are you trying to scare?"
Two yellow, two purple, and five black—nine Soul Rings spiraled upward.
A tyrannical pressure pounced toward the three Faculty Committee members like a tide.
The Faces of the three committee members turned pale, but by joining their strength, they barely managed to withstand Dugu Bo's might.
The confrontation between three Soul Douluos and one Titled Douluo made the atmosphere of the entire reception hall as heavy as a quagmire, making it hard for anyone to even breathe.
Lin Yang was doing alright; with Meng Shenji protecting him, he only felt a bout of heaviness in his chest.
The three committee members truly thought highly of Lin Yang and naturally wouldn't let someone else snatch away their beloved find.
Dugu Bo, on the other hand, had an eccentric temper and was a Titled Douluo.
Perhaps he had spoken of taking Lin Yang as a disciple with a bit of a joke at first, but in the current situation, it had already involved his Face as a Titled Douluo.
It was absolutely impossible to expect him to back down voluntarily.
Seeing that a great battle was about to break out, Lin Yang, who was at the center of the storm, took the initiative to speak.
"Three Senior Faculty Committee members, Your Excellency Poison Douluo, could you listen to a few words from this boy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, four pairs of eyes fell on Lin Yang in unison.
"Speak!"
Dugu Bo squinted his eyes; his narrow pupils showed no joy or anger, but that pressure retracted slightly.
The three committee members also withdrew their Martial Souls.
In the reception room, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
This caused Qin Ming, who was off to the side, to uncontrollably wipe the cold sweat from his forehead; he was truly afraid the four of them would start fighting right here.
When immortals fight, the little ghosts suffer!
However, he also hadn't expected that under such circumstances, Lin Yang would actually dare to stand up.
Lin Yang walked out from behind Meng Shenji, first bowing to the three committee members, and then bowing to Dugu Bo, neither humble nor arrogant as he said,
"The three Senior committee members' deep affection for me is something I will keep in my heart. That Your Excellency Poison Douluo is willing to take me as a disciple is also my good fortune."
These words were spoken flawlessly, mainly aiming to offend neither side.
Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow and didn't speak.
At this time, Lin Yang continued,
"The three Senior committee members want to take this Junior as a disciple because they feel my Aptitude is acceptable. Then, I wonder if Your Excellency Poison Douluo's desire to take me as a disciple is a momentary impulse, or if you have other plans?"
"Hmph, boy, are you questioning me?"
Dugu Bo looked at Lin Yang with a gloomy gaze and asked back.
"I wouldn't dare," Lin Yang bowed slightly, but his attitude remained neither humble nor arrogant, "This Junior considers himself not yet qualified to have Your Excellency personally lower your status to come and fight for me, so there must be a reason."
As soon as these words came out, the four powerhouses were all stunned.
Geniuses appear every year, but a Genius with such a clear self-awareness is truly rare.
The look of appreciation in Meng Shenji's eyes grew stronger, Zhi Lin stroked his beard and chuckled, and Bai Baoshan had a look of surprise.
And Dugu Bo stared at Lin Yang for a long while before suddenly laughing.
That smile, paired with his eerie green eyes, looked bizarre no matter how one viewed it.
"Good boy, I'm actually starting to see you in a different light now. As for your question just now..."
Dugu Bo paused, flicked his large sleeve, and said with an arrogant posture,
"I, Dugu Bo, have always acted according to my whims. If I find someone pleasing to the eye, I take them in; if I find them unpleasant, I kill them. I find you pleasing to the eye—is that reason enough?"
"Thank you for your favor, Your Excellency Douluo," Lin Yang bowed, then turned back to the three committee members, "I am infinitely grateful for the deep affection of the three Seniors, it's just..."
Lin Yang raised his head, his gaze clear and firm,
"This Junior wish to take Your Excellency Poison Douluo as my master."
The expressions of the three committee members changed, but before they could say anything, Lin Yang continued,
"If the three Senior committee members do not mind, I am equally willing to contribute my strength to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy."
Although the words weren't fully spoken, everyone knew Lin Yang was referring to that grand ceremony involving all the Advanced Soul Master academies on the continent in a few years.
Although the Heaven Dou Royal Academy would have two slots, one of which was a guaranteed'Seed Team'.
But in the past several competitions, Heaven Dou had basically been at a 'one-round-trip' level of performance.
While the vast majority of championships were won by Spirit Hall's teams, even the Star Dou Empire had won a championship once.
Yet the Heaven Dou Royal Academy had not won a single championship so far, and hadn't even made it into the top three. It could be said they were at the absolute bottom.
"Lin Yang, you... forget it, forget it."
Meng Shenji waved his hand, the complex expression on his Face gradually receding, replaced by a sense of relief,
"Since you have already made your decision, we three old fellows cannot force you."
"But remember, you are already a student of our academy. If Dugu Bo bullies you, come back and find us."
Lin Yang performed a solemn salute: "I ask for the three Seniors' forgiveness."
Dugu Bo, off to the side, gave a disgruntled cold snort,
"Who do you take me for? Why would I bully the small as a Senior?"
The three committee members didn't speak, only giving a light huff.
It was as if they were saying, 'Don't you have any idea what kind of person you are?'
And Lin Yang nodded toward Qin Ming: "Teacher Qin, thank you for the introduction."
Qin Ming hurriedly waved his hands with a bitter smile: "Don't, don't, don't, I didn't do anything..."
In reality, if he had known that Lin Yang alone would cause a conflict between the Faculty Committee and the Poison Douluo, he might not have rushed over so hastily.
Lin Yang smiled and only then turned to walk toward Dugu Bo.
Dugu Bo looked at his conduct, a flash of playfulness in his eyes.
This boy, not very old, but he handled worldly wisdom with Transparent world.
"Let's go!"
He grabbed Lin Yang's shoulder, and with a flash of his figure, they disappeared from the reception hall.
The reception room was quiet for a moment.
Bai Baoshan muttered, "Old Meng, we're just letting Lin Yang go like that?"
"Otherwise?"
Meng Shenji had a look of helplessness: "Didn't you see? That child has ideas of his own."
"But fortunately, the matter of his enrollment has already been settled. Little Qin, when the time comes, let Lin Yang join your class."
Qin Ming nodded slightly: "Understood, Chief Meng."
"With Lin Yang's talent, it might really be possible for him to bring a competition championship back to our academy," Zhi Lin said.
Meng Shenji and Bai Baoshan both nodded secretly.
A Three-Ring Soul Elder under nine years old, and with a solid Foundation—this level of quality was simply too high.
Perhaps by the time of the competition in a few years, Lin Yang might already be a Soul King.
Even if they lost the next one, there was still the one after that.
Youth is capital!
The three looked at each other and all smiled.
Only, in those smiles, there was a bit of regret.
What a good seedling, what a pity...
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