Douluo : I steal tang san's luck

With the "imperial edict" in hand, Flender's confidence was at its peak.

He cleared his throat and spoke loudly—

"You have two choices: pack your things and leave, or prove to me that you're willing to change."

Dai Mubai and the others felt a chill run down their spines!

Even the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was getting scolded like this?!

Didn't that mean Flender would be even stricter with them?!

Immediately, they picked up their pace.

Seeing this, Flender nodded to himself.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

But then—

"Heh!" Ning Rongrong let out a cold laugh. "I'm not leaving. Flender, what can you do about it?"

Flender didn't get angry. Instead, he waved his hand.

"Mubai, go pack up this young lady's luggage and throw it out of the academy."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ning Rongrong glared at him. "In all my life, you're only the first or second person who's ever treated me this way!"

Flender ignored her and turned to stare at Dai Mubai.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Dai Mubai felt bitter inside.

Why was he always the errand boy?!

But he didn't dare disobey Flender, so he turned to leave—

Deliberately slowing his steps, giving Ning Rongrong a chance to admit her mistake.

But—

"Don't you dare!" Ning Rongrong shouted, panicking. "If you go, I'll have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect put a bounty on your head!"

Dai Mubai had a temper too.

He glanced at Ning Rongrong in disdain—then activated his martial soul and sprinted away at full speed!

Even Flender was caught off guard.

—I was just trying to scare her! Why did he actually go through with it?!

But now that things had reached this point, there was no turning back.

Flender continued his lecture—

"I don't care if you're a princess from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Here, you're just another Spirit Grandmaster."

"Every single person here has greater talent than you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief!

She swept her gaze across the group.

She deliberately ignored Tang Lan, Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Zhu Zhuqing—because they were all higher level than her.

Instead, her eyes lingered on Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

Finally—

She locked onto Oscar, a fellow Support Spirit Master.

Pointing at him confidently, she declared—

"No matter what, I'm still stronger than this perverted uncle, right?"

Oscar: (●—●)

…Perverted.

…Uncle?

Any lingering thoughts of trying to get along with her? Gone.

This spoiled princess was not worth the trouble.

"Oh?" Flender countered. "Have you ever seen a Food-type Spirit Master with innate full spirit power?"

A bombshell revelation exploded in Ning Rongrong's mind!

Her first instinct was denial.

"Impossible!"

"Support-type martial souls can't have innate full spirit power!"

Flender chuckled.

It was the kind of laugh that mocked her ignorance.

"Oscar is the first of his kind."

"Given time, he may one day surpass the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's influence."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened further.

She refused to believe it.

Then suddenly—

Flender called out—

"Xiao Lan, step forward."

Tang Lan blinked.

Was he just enjoying the drama, only to get dragged in himself?

Feeling confused, he walked over.

Flender said, "Take off your weights."

Tang Lan immediately understood.

This was going to be the final blow to Ning Rongrong's ego!

He removed his wrist guards and casually tossed them aside.

"BOOM—"

A heavy thud startled everyone!

They turned to look—

Tang Lan's wrist guard had embedded itself into the ground, leaving a small crater.

Just how heavy was that thing?!

"BOOM—"

Another wrist guard hit the ground, creating another crater.

"BOOM—"

"BOOM—"

Both shoes flew off—two more impact craters.

"BOOOOM—"

The waist belt landed—even causing a faint tremor!

But the most ridiculous part—

Tang Lan took off his outer coat, then removed his black vest, revealing explosively muscular, steel-like abs.

Then, he casually tossed the vest aside—

"BOOOOOM—"

Nearby pebbles jumped into the air from the shockwave!

"HSSSS—!"

A collective sharp intake of breath echoed across the field!

Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.

—This brat was wearing these weights when he fought me yesterday?!

Who understands this pain?! He was looking down on a Spirit Saint the whole time?!

And worst of all—

Zhao Wuji was still the one who got his ass kicked!

Even Flender was momentarily shocked.

He had known Tang Lan wore weighted gear—

But he didn't realize it was this heavy!

"Xiao Lan, how much do all these weigh?" Flender asked.

"Each wrist guard: 200 jin (100kg)."

"Each shoe: 400 jin (200kg)."

"The waist belt: 800 jin (400kg)."

"The vest: 1000 jin (500kg)."

"Altogether: 3000 jin (1500kg)." Tang Lan replied.

Everyone froze in shock!

Wait…

That meant—

Tang Lan had been in the high-gravity zone… while STILL carrying this weight?!

Their minds went blank.

They did not want to face this reality.

A few seconds later—

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly snapped her head toward Xiao Wu, staring at her pink wristbands.

"You—"

"I'm not as strong as my brother." Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue. "All my weights together only add up to 900 jin (450kg)."

Tang San, standing in the back, silently stepped further away.

His 250 jin (125kg) total…

Didn't seem worth mentioning.

—After all, if it was too heavy, it would stunt his growth.

"Ning Rongrong." Flender continued his lecture. "The people who are stronger than you… are also working harder than you."

"What right do you have to be arrogant?"

"Among everyone here—"

"You… are the weakest!"

Ning Rongrong looked like she had been slapped across the face.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had she ever been treated like this?!

But worst of all—

She had no way to refute it.

Her heart was filled with frustration and injustice.

And when she remembered what happened last night, the sadness overwhelmed her—

She glared at Tang Lan with hatred!

"I HATE YOU!"

She spun around and ran off, her tears falling like shattered pearls onto the ground.

Tang Lan was completely dumbfounded.

…Why are you mad at me?!

Flender was the one lecturing you!

But Flender, being older and more experienced, immediately understood.

He sighed and said—

"Xiao Lan, go tell Mubai to come back. Tell him to stop packing Rongrong's luggage."

"Then go and comfort Rongrong."

Tang Lan slowly typed out a mental "???"

Headmaster, what are you trying to do?

But in the end, he just nodded.

He put his weights back on, then activated Blue Silver Domain, using his spiritual link to relay a message through the Blue Silver Emperor vines.

—Since Dai Mubai had a Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor seed planted in him, he would receive the message.

At the same time, he reassured Xiao Wu—

「I'll be back soon. Don't worry.」

Then, he took off after Ning Rongrong.

Flender sighed in relief—this phase of discipline was complete.

Then he turned around—

And saw Ma Hongjun still struggling at the back of the group.

His expression darkened.

"MA HONGJUN! If you can't run properly, I WILL PERSONALLY 'SUPERVISE' YOU!"

"AHHHH! I WAS WRONG!!!"

—

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong hid behind a tree, crying bitterly.

She was beyond miserable.

—Never in her life had she been this humiliated!

As she sobbed, she cursed out loud.

"When I go back, I'll have my dad BUY THIS STUPID SCHOOL!"

"That Dai Mubai—I'll have Grandpa Bone hang him up and beat him!"

"And that damn Tang Lan—I'll have Grandpa Sword capture him and make him play Russian roulette!"

Tang Lan, having just arrived, raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Still throwing princess tantrums, huh?"

As soon as Tang Lan spoke,

Ning Rongrong was so startled that she jumped in panic—

And fell straight out of the tree.

Tang Lan casually flicked a Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor vine, wrapping it around her and pulling her back.

"Let go of me!" Ning Rongrong struggled. "I don't need your—"

"Splat—"

She slammed onto the ground, her head buzzing.

—Wait.

Did this bastard actually just let go of her?!

She was just saying that out of anger!

He really didn't pamper her at all.

Tang Lan jumped down from the tree, crouching in front of Ning Rongrong.

"You still don't get it?" He said flatly. "Without your father's permission, do you think the Headmaster would dare treat you like this?"

"If you go back and throw a tantrum now, you'll only disappoint your father even more."

Ning Rongrong, though spoiled and stubborn, wasn't stupid.

With just that one hint, she figured it out immediately.

"So… even my dad thinks my personality is bad…"

"What do you think?" Tang Lan scoffed. "Would you want your daughter to be a spoiled, arrogant brat who doesn't respect her elders and constantly threatens to have people beaten up?"

Ning Rongrong fell silent.

But Tang Lan wasn't done—

Forget comforting her.

She needed to face the truth.

"You've never had a real friend to talk to, have you?"

"Of course not. How could you?"

"Your guards would die protecting you because it's their duty, but ask them—who would actually trust you with their back?"

"Yes, there's a hierarchy in society, but you're a support-type Spirit Master with no combat ability."

"When your father passes away and you inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you'll realize—there's no one you can truly trust."

"Do you think your Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone can stay by your side forever?"

"When you're at the top, where will you find genuine companions?"

"Do you…"

"Want to be alone for the rest of your life?"

Each word—

Like a dagger straight to her heart.

Just imagining that future filled Ning Rongrong with fear.

No!

She refused to end up like that!

But her pride kept her from admitting defeat so easily.

She just stood there, not knowing what to do.

[System Notification]

[Host has made Ning Rongrong realize her flaws and gained her recognition.]

[Received moderate amount of Tang San's Luck!]

[Reward: Mastery of Single-Soldier, Shoulder-Fired, Long-Barreled Firearms!]

—In short, Rifles.

With higher firepower than submachine guns, an effective range of 400–1000 meters, and even an attachable grenade launcher for firing grenade rounds.

But the best part—

Sniper rifles—also known as sniper rifles!

Structurally similar to regular rifles—

But with precision optics and a specially processed barrel for high-accuracy long-range shooting.

Since the reward had already arrived, it meant Ning Rongrong had figured things out.

Tang Lan turned and walked away.

Giving her some space to reflect.

Ning Rongrong lifted a hand, but in the end, she didn't call out to stop him—

She just watched him disappear into the distance.

Back at the training ground,

Tang Lan nodded at Flender, then walked straight over to Zhao Wuji.

"What, trying to slack off, kid?" Zhao Wuji teased.

Then—

He watched in shock as Tang Lan pulled out a forging platform from his Blue King Martial Soul!

Then, he summoned the Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer—

And, under high gravity, started hammering metal.

Zhao Wuji and Flender were both speechless.

They had personally felt the weight of the Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer before.

With the added gravity, it had to weigh at least 5000 jin (2500kg)!

And Tang Lan was swinging it like it was nothing!

Just how terrifying was his raw strength?!

On the side,

Tang San also felt inspired.

He rushed over to Flender.

"Headmaster Flender! I want to train like my brother—using forging instead of running!"

Flender raised an eyebrow.

Could it be…

Tang San's strength was just as monstrous as Tang Lan's?!

Yu Xiaogang didn't mention this in his letter…

But since Tang San insisted, Flender nodded in approval.

Tang San immediately ran back to the dorm,

Struggled to carry his forging platform back,

And placed it next to Zhao Wuji.

But unlike Tang Lan—

He didn't summon the Clear Sky Hammer.

—The Clear Sky Hammer consumed too much spirit power. He couldn't sustain it for long.

Instead, he picked up a regular 100-jin (50kg) forging hammer.

…And even that was a struggle to lift.

Tang San had no choice but to remove his weighted gear,

Only then could he barely execute Random Wind Hammer Technique smoothly.

"CLANG—"

"CLANG—"

"CLANG—"

The sound of metal striking metal echoed continuously.

Meanwhile,

Tang Lan's Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer had its own flame attribute.

Each time it struck, it also heated and refined the metal—

One piece after another directly took shape.

His efficiency was terrifying.

He wasn't afraid of people copying him at all.

Tang San, lacking a flame attribute, could only use Random Wind Hammer Technique to roughly shape his materials.

It would save him time later,

But…

The difference was obvious.

Tang San was only producing Thousand-Refined Steel,

—A deliberate act of caution.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem.

But when compared side by side—

The gap in vision and ambition became painfully clear.

No one commented,

But deep inside, they had all made their judgments.

[System Notification]

[Host has gained overwhelming recognition from Shrek Academy. Stole a small amount of Tang San's Luck!]

[Reward: +100 Years to Spirit Ring Age!]

Tang Lan's Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer suddenly sped up slightly.

At the same time—

He felt even more certain about coming to Shrek Academy.

While Shrek's facilities were lacking,

For him and Xiao Wu, it barely mattered.

As long as Tang Lan maintained his Pure Yang Physique, his cultivation speed would remain absurdly fast.

And Xiao Wu—

As a Soft Bone Rabbit in human form, she didn't need a specialized environment to train.

Besides—

Every night, she cultivated with him through Dual Cultivation.

—This was an absolute win!

This training session

Eventually ended because Zhao Wuji ran out of spirit power.

Dai Mubai and the others collapsed to the ground, completely drained.

Oscar, the weakest among them, fainted on the spot.

But Tang Lan—

Still looked dissatisfied.

Training under high gravity was exhausting—

But incredibly effective.

It evenly stimulated every muscle group,

And even trained internal organs.

—In a novel, this kind of training would be a paid feature!

Tang Lan began considering—

Should he teach Zhao Wuji the Nine Yang Divine Art?

Even just the first three levels would speed up his spirit power recovery,

Allowing longer training sessions.

But—

He wasn't about to hand it over for free.

He needed to figure out how to maximize his benefits.

"Alright." Flender finally spoke.

"That's enough training for today. Teacher Shao has prepared dinner. Rest for a bit, then go eat."

He helped support Zhao Wuji as they left together.

A while later—

Dai Mubai was the first to recover.

He stared at Tang Lan in shock.

"Xiao Lan, you're an absolute monster!"

"No kidding." Tang San couldn't help but chime in. "My forging hammer weighs 100 jin (50kg), but my brother's Thunderflame Clear Sky Hammer weighs 2000 jin (1000kg)!"

"Holy crap!"

Ma Hongjun, who was on the verge of passing out,

Suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide in shock!

"Then under Teacher Zhao's gravity enhancement, wouldn't it be over 5000 jin (2500kg)?!"

Everyone felt a deep sense of helplessness.

They could never catch up.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, looked smug.

She was proud of her brother's strength.

And Zhu Zhuqing—

Her gaze flickered slightly.

The way she looked at Tang Lan…

Was beginning to change.

Strength naturally attracted women.

Especially Zhu Zhuqing, who had grown up in an environment where only the strong survived.

Not to mention—

She and Tang Lan shared a "Martial Soul Fusion Ability"…

At that moment,

Dai Mubai walked over and extended a hand to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhuqing, let me help you to the cafeteria."

📢 (End of Chapter 33)