Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School (2)

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm staying here to watch you, otherwise what if someone comes looking for trouble? Ge, you cultivate, I'll keep watch over you."

Tang San nodded, sitting crosslegged on the bed, congregating the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body and slowly circulating it.

Tai Nuo finally departed Shrek Academy leaning on Tai Long's arm. He didn't know how long it had been since he last felt this weak. Even though the poison was gone, it still seemed to have exhausted him to the point where even walking was an issue.

Humiliation, disgrace, pain, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions filled his chest. How could he have expected to actually stumble into a ditch, losing to a still not even fortieth rank youth, that kind of feeling was even more difficult to endure than the physical pain.

Tai Long supported his father's arm, not daring to speak a single word. Once Tai Nuo had handed over the money for restoring the ground in front of the Academy gate, those teachers had let them leave. They had even given them a preferential price for being an Academy student.

Fortunately Shrek Academy wasn't near the city center, so even though they had caused a lot of noise they still hadn't drawn the attention of the city guard.

Tai Long understood Tai Nuo's current mood from experience, he had felt much the same when he was beaten by Tang San. But his father was both stronger and older than him, and naturally his pain would be even deeper.

"Dad, are you alright?"

While stepping far away, Tai Long cautiously asked. He was very familiar with his father's tempestuous temper.

But Tai Long was surprised to find that Tai Nuo didn't vent his anger on him and had a very serene expression,

"Son, your loss wasn't any injustice, even your father couldn't succeed. It's no wonder you couldn't beat him. Do you know that kid's background?"

Tai Long shook his head blankly,

"He came to class for the first time today. I-, I saw him sitting next to Xiao Wu, that's why I wanted to pick a fight with him. You also know I like Xiao Wu."

Tai Nuo stared at Tai Long,

"For the sake of a woman, you directly profited. How you are like your father in those years. But you didn't make a mistake, for the sake of the woman you like you must advance bravely. Back then I chased after your ma just like that. But in those days I challenged a lot of Spirit Masters that were more powerful than me. How it must vex you now to be unable to defeat someone younger than you, this isn't just the result of hard work."

Tai Long carefully disputed it:

"But, father, I seem to be cultivating the fastest in the history of our clan, even when you were my age you weren't as strong as me."

"Scoundrel, what are you trying to say?"

Tai Nuo glowered.

Tai Long helplessly said:

"My meaning is that it isn't your son not living up to expectations, but rather that the opponent is too strong. I really don't know how that kid has cultivated, it seems he's no more than fifteen or sixteen, how could he possess such formidable spirit power? Don't tell me he's a person from the seven great schools?"

Hearing his son's words, Tai Nuo couldn't help shiver in his heart, lowering his voice to say:

"Let's go back first. To my knowledge there isn't any formidable school with a Blue Silver Grass Spirit. I really wouldn't have expected Blue Silver Grass to be able to become this formidable. Especially those last several strands he used, even my defense couldn't completely block them, otherwise I wouldn't have been poisoned. Let's go, we'll go back to ask your grandpa, maybe he knows."

"Grandpa?"

Tai Long's facial expression immediately became bitter,

"No need. Father, we both lost so much face, if we let grandpa know, he won't just sort us out. Besides, if by some chance the elder runs off to our Academy just like you, I won't be able to keep studying."

Tai Nuo snorted,

"One of our clan's strength is protecting weak points, so what? You have an opinion? We have to inform your grandpa about this. I still don't believe a child is capable of being that strong. Listen to what the elder says, visiting to stir up trouble isn't losing face. Losing face is stirring up trouble and still letting others leave. If your father can't release this anger, it'll choke me to death."

The two sturdy silhouettes gradually disappeared into the distance. Father and son both with faces swollen like pig heads, complexions white like paper. It was really one sorry figure after another.

...

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

Ning Rongrong sat on a sofa in the main hall and constantly swung her slender legs, her red lips pouting so hard one could hang a soy sauce jar from them.

She had been back for more than half a day but there wasn't a trace of her father, and her excitement was gradually weakening.

In front of Ning Rongrong was an old man with a withered face slowly sipping tea. Even though he was sitting down, his stature was still astonishing. It wasn't that he had the robustness of swelling muscles, but his whole frame was extremely astonishing.

When he sat in the originally very spacious sofa he clearly made it seem narrow.

His clothes seemed to be entirely propped up by his skeleton, muscles and skin were both withered, his eye sockets were deep caves, and if seen late at night it would simply be like an immense cranium. On his scalp were only a few sparse wisps of white or grey hair. Where he could be ugly he was ugly.

"My little princess, don't be angry. I'm sure your father will be back quickly."

The withered old man put down his teacup, speaking to Ning Rongrong.

His voice was extremely hoarse, like the wind rustling dead leaves, giving listeners a bad feeling.

Ning Rongrong leapt up from the sofa, running over to sit in the withered old man's lap. With her fair skin, next to the enormous old man she was like a doll. Raising her hands she grabbed the old man's white hair,

"I don't care, someone has been gone for so long, but when returning with great difficulty daddy isn't present. Isn't he deliberately hiding from me? Grandpa Bone, you have to back me up."

The shriveled skin on the withered old man's face twitched once, somewhat not knowing whether to laugh or cry saying:

"My little princess, you shouldn't keep playing with that little withered grass on your grandpa Bone's head. Otherwise I'll really become bald, and be even more teased by that cheap grandpa Sword of yours. You want me to support you, what can I do, don't tell me there's still someone in the school who would tease you?"

Ning Rongrong pondered, and said:

"This as well. Hmph, no matter, anyway once daddy returns I'll definitely have him give me something nice to appease me. Grandpa Bone, you have to speak on my side."

In order to keep the few remaining wisps of hair, the withered old man had no choice but to helplessly nod repeatedly. If his current appearance was seen by outsiders from the Spirit Master world, who knew how startled they might be. That the most secretive among Title Douluo, Bone Doluo, would be treated like this by a little girl, perhaps nobody would believe it even if told.

"I knew grandpa Bone was the best."

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to feel a bit like this old grandpa Bone was ugly, kissing him hard on the cheek and the jumping off his lap.

Watching the lively Ning Rongrong, a warm indulgence was revealed in the Bone Douluo's eyes. He could be said to have watched Ning Rongrong grow up, and this little she-devil's spoiled nature could be said to have been caused by him and Ning Rongrong's other grandpa Sword.

"I heard our little she-devil has returned? Where is she, Rongrong, come quickly, let daddy have a look."

At this moment someone finally arrived to lift the siege.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong first excitedly wanted to run meet him, but then remembered she was still angry and hastily faced in the other direction, turning her back to the door.

That charming appearance seemed a bit funny to the Bone Douluo sitting on the sofa.