"To be honest, I didn't expect him to be so weak, to be knocked out by my spirit tool, a mere support soul master's weapon," Tang Sui said, her eyes twinkling. She seemed oblivious to the middle-aged man's grim and hostile expression as she continued, "Oh, since he just apologized, I'll be a bit more polite. Could you please wake him up and compensate me for a new bottle of corn juice and mental distress for this young gentleman who was so startled?"
Since he hadn't specified who his apology was directed towards, she decided to claim it for herself.
Hearing Tang Sui's words, Dai Mu Bai's anger subsided, and a hint of amusement flickered in his heterochromatic eyes. Without any attempt to curb his usual arrogance, the corners of his mouth curved upward openly.
"Presumptuous!" the middle-aged man snorted.
He, too, had risen from the ranks of lower-level soul masters.
How could he not know that a young girl who clearly seemed weaker than him would possess such a martial soul surge?
"Little girl, judging by your appearance, you're likely rogue soul masters, right? Do you know what fate awaits you and your companions if you anger our Cang Hui Academy?"
The middle-aged man spoke with a tone full of threats. Just as Dai Mu Bai was about to scoff, he saw Tang Sui chuckle, then slightly raise her chin, her gaze sweeping over the students surrounding the middle-aged man with a touch of disdain.
"Is that so? But I see none of them have even reached level 25?"
Tang Sui, pretending to casually glance at them, secretly activated her system to check their ability information. Her delicate, pale face took on a hint of haughtiness, coupled with that contemptuous look, the people from Cang Hui Academy found it strangely familiar.
"You!"
"With you, mere students who aren't even Soul Sovereigns?" Tang Sui's voice carried a faint mockery. Her clear blue eyes fixed on the middle-aged man, that clear gaze seeming to pierce through him, causing his brow to twitch slightly.
"Or, based on you, a mere Soul King in your fifties?"
Relying on her system's cheat, Tang Sui saw the middle-aged man's soul power level clearly.
However, to the middle-aged man, it sounded like a thunderclap in his ears. He looked at Tang Sui with vigilance and asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"
Generally, higher-level soul masters could see through the spiritual power and soul power levels of soul masters weaker than themselves. Although he didn't know the level of this arrogant little girl before him, it was undeniable that this seemingly fragile young girl was already at the Soul Sovereign level.
Even so, the middle-aged man didn't believe Tang Sui had the insight to discern his cultivation.
Unless... there was a hidden master behind her, or somewhere nearby!
Tang Sui, who was cheating with her system, was not flustered by the middle-aged man's questioning. She casually withdrew her gaze and looked at the Cang Hui students who were still unconvinced and about to charge forward. Her clear voice reached their ears, "Behind you is only a Cang Hui Academy that doesn't even have a Titled Douluo. I think the presumptuous ones are you."
Titled Douluo!
As these four words were spoken, everyone in the hotel's expression changed. Except for Tang San and his companions, whose own suspicions were masked by their composure, everyone else began to whisper to their companions, their gazes on Tang Sui shifting to a more appraising one.
The middle-aged man was no exception, observing Tang Sui intently, trying to find any sign of guilt on the face of this boastful little girl.
Unfortunately, Tang Sui's expression was calm and her demeanor resolute, showing no hint of pretense.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. His overheating brain cooled down, and he stared sharply at Tang Sui. "Little girl, words are not evidence. Beings like Titled Douluo are not to be spoken of lightly. Do you know the consequences of deceiving us?"
"Words are not evidence?" Tang Sui took a step forward. Three deep purple thousand-year spirit rings rose from beneath her feet, circling and floating around her. Two pale jade masks hovered on either side of Tang Sui, the masks etched with different expressions facing the middle-aged man, exuding an inexplicably predatory aura.
"Three thousand-year spirit rings?!
"She's actually a Soul Sovereign!?"
"How is this possible?! I've only just surpassed level twenty!"
Exclamations of disbelief erupted.
A look of solemnity and apprehension appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and his arrogant demeanor softened somewhat.
Though he was reluctant to admit it, he observed that all the young men and women accompanying this girl were at least level 25. Even the boy whose attitude was as arrogant as this girl's was a Soul Sovereign.
Ordinary academies or rogue soul masters could not possibly achieve such accomplishments and possess such confidence. It could only mean that they truly had a substantial backing.
Titled Douluo...
These four words created a chasm between him and Tang Sui.
The middle-aged man's expression flickered for a few moments. Finally, he reached for a bag of bronze soul coins at his waist and, with a slight exertion, sent it flying towards Tang Sui. Zhu Zhuqing, who was beside Tang Sui, quickly extended her hand and caught it steadily.
Ignoring Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze, the middle-aged man, feigning magnanimity, straightened his collar and said, "This was our mistake. This bag of bronze soul coins will serve as compensation for young friend and the waiter. Let's go."
In the span of a sentence, Tang Sui had become "young friend" in the middle-aged man's words.
—Interlude—
Sui Sui: From today onwards, I am the Master of Deception!
There's one more chapter coming, please wait a moment, muah.