In Douluo Continent, the story begins with Hu Liena announcing her engagement.

Chapter 21 You've fallen into depravity; today I'll help you get rid of this worthless thi

Dai Mubai, whose mood was already bad, was interrupted. His brows furrowed instantly, and he became even more irritable. Without turning his head, he spat out the words through gritted teeth.

"roll!"

Ma Hongjun ignored him, still wearing a smile, and said slyly, "Boss Dai, don't be angry!"

"Spit it out!" Dai Mubai seemed to have found a punching bag, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Ma Hongjun shrank back, but in order to achieve his goal, he still smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Um, Boss Dai, could you lend me some?"

His anger flared up again. But the teacher Flander's allowance was meager, only enough to pay for the worst job, so this time he wanted to eat something good to calm his nerves.

"No!" Dai Mubai refused decisively. Didn't he understand Ma Hongjun's thoughts?

He just wanted to eat something nice; it wasn't the first or second time he'd asked him for money.

The next second, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly turned around, jumped off the bed, and strode towards the outside.

"Hey... Boss Dai, your injury hasn't healed yet, where are you going?" Ma Hongjun hurriedly caught up.

"Let's go for a walk to clear our heads," Dai Mubai said casually.

Ma Hongjun immediately understood and asked in surprise, "No, Boss Dai, you're in this state and you're still going?"

Dai Mubai seemed to have found something to be proud of. He puffed out his chest slightly, then glanced sideways and said disdainfully:

"You don't have to do anything yourself!"

Do you think I'm like you?

He, Dai Mubai, had plenty of women coming to him, and plenty of places to vent his frustrations. What was a fiancée? So what? He didn't care at all!

Ma Hongjun wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took the initiative to get closer, winking and flattering, "Boss Dai is indeed Boss Dai, so domineering!"

The next second, the topic suddenly changed.

"Want to bring a brother along?"

Dai Mubai regained his confidence, "Get lost! Do you think I'd go to some low-class brothel like you?"

He quickened his pace and left without looking back.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun realized that there was definitely no chance for him today, so he could only stop and watch Dai Mubai leave. Once he disappeared from sight, his face darkened instantly, and he muttered under his breath, "What's so great about him? He can't even beat a Great Soul Master, and his fiancée ran off with someone else."

He always acts all high and mighty. If he weren't rich and couldn't beat Dai Mubai, he wouldn't bother with Dai Mubai.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Before long, the last glimmer of red on the horizon faded, and night completely enveloped the earth. Only a waning moon cast its cold, faint light.

Soto City, Shiman Hotel.

"Brother Jing!" Zhu Zhuqing walked out of the room and greeted Jing Tianming who was walking towards her.

A faint smile graced her face.

"Good evening," Jing Tianming replied with a smile.

Since Zhu Zhuqing publicly tore up the marriage contract and was then scolded by Dai Mubai, he could clearly feel that Zhu Zhuqing's mood had become much more relaxed. Now that a smile had begun to appear on her face, as a friend and comrade-in-arms, he was naturally happy to see this change.

The past cannot be retrieved, just like he was back then. It's good that you can let go of it.

"Good evening," Zhu Zhuqing replied timidly, her voice soft and devoid of any coldness.

At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo strode over with Elder Ji, his face beaming with smiles, clearly having also sensed Zhu Zhuqing's transformation.

But he didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, "Let's go, let's set off!"

In a short while, the four of them walked out of the hotel and onto the street.

As one of the few major cities in the Kingdom of Barak, Soto City naturally has a large population, and even at night, it remains a bustling scene. Along the way, shops on both sides are dazzling and brightly lit. The flow of people is constant, creating a lively and lively atmosphere.

The four strolled leisurely towards the Great Soul Arena, chatting and laughing.

The surrounding noise did not make the group feel restrained; on the contrary, the noise drowned out their presence, which made them feel more relaxed.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had previously been quite introverted, was also looking around with her little head darting about.

Her clear eyes shone brightly under the lights, and she asked questions from time to time.

Hearing these questions, Elder Ji and Chrysanthemum Douluo guessed that Zhu Zhuqing, from the strictly aristocratic Zhu family, probably rarely went out shopping before. Especially since this was the Heaven Dou Empire, not the Star Luo Empire. Here, Zhu Zhuqing could see many different local features.

With this in mind, the two elders exchanged a glance and, instead of rushing on their way, slowed their pace to allow Zhu Zhuqing to observe the surroundings at her leisure. Meanwhile, freed from the constraints of their families, they began to chat freely.

Not only Zhu Zhuqing, but Chrysanthemum Douluo was also taking advantage of this rare moment of leisure to chat with his disciple.

The journey was filled with joy and laughter.

Until, as they walked, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in their field of vision.

Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned, then hummed softly.

"What bad luck!"

Zhu Zhuqing quickly comforted him, "Grandpa Ju, don't be angry, we don't need to care about this guy."

Jing Tianming looked over and saw Dai Mubai, flanked by two beautiful adult women. Both of Dai Mubai's shoulders were injured, and bandages were faintly visible on the exposed skin of his neck and right hand. Therefore, he was constantly being supported by the two women as he walked. Even so, his uninjured left hand was not idle; it kept roaming over one of the women's waists and hips, his expression arrogant and cocky.

Looking in the direction it was heading, there was a luxuriously decorated hotel that looked like a giant red rose.

He doesn't look serious at all.

Old Ji, having witnessed this, shook his head slightly and offered a brief assessment: "Willingly degenerate!"

"Let's go, let's ignore him!" Chrysanthemum Douluo said calmly.

The little incident did not affect their mood; the atmosphere was only tense for a short while before they were chatting and laughing again.

Gradually, a magnificent building came into view, and the crowd around it not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

Sure enough, fighting is always an activity that never lacks spectators... Jing Tianming sighed.

In particular, this is also a place to watch Soul Masters fight.

As an extremely prestigious profession on the continent, Soul Masters are not something that just anyone can acquire, especially ordinary civilians. The Great Soul Arena is a place where ordinary people can see Soul Masters, and even place bets on them and participate in their battles.

This can give some ordinary people a sense of participation and satisfaction in controlling a Soul Master.

Then they started throwing money around!

As the old saying goes, what you can't have is the most precious.

Jing Tianming couldn't help but think of those people in his past life who loved to shower money on livestreamers. They were complete strangers, many of them just ordinary working-class people like himself. They worked nine-to-five jobs and only earned so little, barely able to afford nice food and drinks. But the moment they opened their phones and the livestream room, the money in their pockets suddenly seemed like just a string of numbers, with gifts flooding the screen at will.

But once that initial burst of energy subsides, they start complaining about this and that, lamenting the injustice of the world, saying that bosses are not human, and capitalists are not human.

After that, he continued to devote himself to hard work.

What exactly are they after?

"Sigh, it's true that people are creatures driven by desires!" Jing Tianming sighed inwardly.

Isn't he the same?

He shook his head and continued onward with Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Before long, they finally entered the Great Soul Arena and found their own private box. After sitting down, they began to watch the various Soul Masters battle. Their teacher, Chrysanthemum Douluo, provided real-time commentary and shared his insights based on his own combat experience, engaging in in-depth discussions.

Jing Tianming listened attentively and benefited greatly from the lecture.

The same applies to Zhu Zhuqing.

Time passed slowly, and before anyone knew how much time had gone by, the host on stage announced the end of the game for the night.

Jing Tianming then expressed his lingering reluctance to leave.

Walking down the street this time, there were noticeably fewer people, and the surrounding lights were dimmed, making it feel cold and deserted. This also affected everyone's mood; no one spoke much. They quickened their pace, all wanting to get back to the hotel as soon as possible and get a good night's sleep.

As I walked, a familiar figure came into view again under the dim light.

However, Zhu Zhuqing didn't see it this time because Dai Mubai had just come out of the Rose Hotel and hadn't reached the main road yet. Jing Tianming did see him; in his line of sight, Dai Mubai looked slightly tipsy, clearly having been drinking.

His expression was one of anger, though the reason for it was unclear.

Of course, he didn't care; he just glanced at it and looked away.

"Hiss..." On the other side, Dai Mubai twisted his neck, inwardly cursing his mistake. The large bed in the Rose Hotel was too soft; every time the girl lay down, her shoulder injury aggravated, making it impossible for her to lie down for long. She couldn't very well sleep on the sofa where they had just finished, as there wasn't enough room anyway.

Let the girl sleep in the big bed while you sleep on the sofa?

That would be so embarrassing!

After thinking about it, I decided to go back to the college instead, to avoid getting scolded by the dean or Teacher Zhao if I didn't see anyone tomorrow morning.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had no idea what Dai Mubai was thinking.

All he knew was that seeing this annoying guy twice today had left him feeling rather annoyed.

So, he deliberately slowed his pace by half a beat, and at the same time, with a flick of his fingertip, a tiny golden particle appeared between his fingers. While channeling his soul power, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and then flicked it out.

Hmph, keeping them around will only cause trouble.

Today I will remove this piece of trash for you!