Douluo Dalu - The Story Of Sheng Feilong 12 The Aftermath Of The Figh

While Sheng Lingtian had a hard time, Sheng Feilong couldn't be happier. Even though he never thought he was missing something, it's been quite a while since he'd been able to relax and spend time with children his age. He was really looking forward to seeing Xiao Yuewu's expression tomorrow, they're sitting right next to each other after all!

When they reached the Spirit PaG.o.da, Sheng Lingtian returned to his post, while Sheng Feilong made his way to find Song Weihan. Seeing his disciple so happy, he asked Sheng Feilong what had happened and soon after Song Weihan could be seen with the same torn expression Sheng Lingtian showed earlier. Taking a deep breath and letting out a long sigh, Song Weihan scolded Sheng Feilong for his doings.

"Feilong, seriously. Even if that Xiao boy was in the wrong, you shouldn't have kicked him so many times. Moreover, you humiliated him in front of so many other students. You should have just showed him that you're stronger than him and have him apologize to your friend. That would have been enough. Hah... Listen, I want you to apologize to him tomorrow. You went way overboard today."

Sheng Feilong hung his head in silence, not knowing what to say to his master.

'Master is right... I don't like Xiao Yuewu, but I should have just beat him in the match, not kick him in the b.u.t.t repeatedly... I even scolded him for being mean earlier and than I did that...'

Seeing Sheng Feilong's state and his clenched fists, Song Weihan could easily guess his current thoughts. He patted Sheng Feilong's hair and ruffled it hard while laughing.

"Alright, enough of the rant! Just apologize and it should be done. For now, let's train. And don't you dare slack off just because you already used your Soul Skill for so long today."

With his now messy hair, Sheng Feilong looked even more miserable as he looked at Song Weihan, who didn't cut him any slack despite practically training his control over his Soul Skill for more than half an hour... Currently, Song Weihan's smile truly looked devilish to Sheng Feilong. He could already see himself dead tired tonight...

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At the Xiao Clan's estate in another part of Heaven Dou City, quite a distance away from the Spirit PaG.o.da.

Xiao Yuewu currently stood in a s.p.a.cious hall. A couple meters away from him stood a tall, middle-aged man with broad shoulders, neatly combed hair and a solemn expression. At the side, observing the two of them stood an aged, scrawny figure in a butler's outfit and he head of white hair. He looked at Xiao Yuewu with an aloof and unconcerned expression.

The scrawny looking old man was the butler that the Xiao Family, or more precisely Xiao Yuewu's father, a.s.signed to him to bring Xiao Yuewu to and fro inside Heaven Dou City. The butler had found Xiao Yuewu lying on the floor of the training ground's arena at the academy with a s.h.a.ggy appearance and mumbling like a fool. He then quickly took Xiao Yuewu back to the Xiao Clan's estate and reported to Xiao Yuewu's father, which in return immediately summoned Xiao Yuewu to this hall.

Xiao Yuewu didn't dare look his father in the eyes and stood with his head lowered, as his father simply stared at him, taking note of his appearance and bearing. After a moment Xiao Yuewu's father opened his mouth and spoke with a cold voice.

"What happened?"

Xiao Yuewu flinched while still staring at the floor, he than proceeded to tell his father what happened over the course of the day, before pausing a moment and speaking of the day's last event.

"I then got into a fight with someone from the Academy after cla.s.ses had ended."

"And you lost miserably, I a.s.sume?" His father replied with the same cold tone as before, right after Xiao Yuewu ended his sentence.

Clenching his fists, Xiao Yuewu remained silent for a couple seconds before replying.

"No. He admitted defeat. I won."

Xiao Yuewu's father frowned.

"Then why were you lying on the arena like a beaten dog and not him? Who is he?"

Xiao Yuewu clenched his fists and teeth, remaining silent and not answering. After a few seconds, his father frowned even more deeply before taking two steps forward.

"I asked you a question. Answer me. Who is he? Why were you lying on the arena?"

Feeling his father's patience running thin, Xiao Yuewu spoke through gritted teeth.

"His name is Sheng Feilong... He... admitted defeat after getting bored of thras.h.i.+ng me around and left the arena."

The pressure released by Xiao Yuewu's father increased multiple folds, nearly causing Xiao Yuewu's knees to give in, while the butler still stood at the side, as unconcerned as ever. Xiao Yuewu's father raised his hand before hesitating for a moment. The pressure lessened as he, again, coldly looked at his son.

"You will apologize to him tomorrow. And to those girls as well. That way, you can at least save the leftovers of what remains of your dignity. Don't offend Sheng Feilong any further. The clan won't stand up for you if it concerns him. Return to your room now. You are to cultivate for the rest of the day."

He then turned around and left, not saying another word. The servant quietly followed after him. Xiao Yuewu was left alone in the hall, clenching his fists and teeth with his body heavily shaking, before he run off as well, returning to his room. A few drops of liquid could be seen where he was previously standing.

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Sheng Feilong's fears had been confirmed. Song Weihan didn't cut him any slack in today's training, in fact, it was even more brutal than normally, and he even extended the training hours from 4 to 5 hours! Sheng Feilong could barely keep his eyes open on the way back home in the Mecha and he nearly fell asleep at dinner, just stopping himself from falling head first into his own rice bowl. After dinner, he couldn't even be bothered to brush his teeth or properly lie down and just fell onto his bed before starting to snore loudly after a few seconds.

The next morning, Sheng Feilong sat inside the cla.s.sroom, chatting with Jian w.a.n.g and a few other cla.s.smates. Nearly all of the first year students had seen, or at least heard, about the fight between Sheng Feilong and Xiao Yuewu and about Xiao Yuewu's weird behaviour on the arena. Naturally, they immediately started questioning Sheng Feilong about it, first thing in the morning. He didn't want to give too much information about his Soul Skill, so he just told them that he has an illusion ability and used that to deal with Xiao Yuewu. He also clarified that he did not posses a second Spirit Soul like Xiao Yuewu said.

While they were talking, the man in question, Xiao Yuewu entered the cla.s.sroom and made his way to his seat. He and Sheng Feilong made eye contact and Sheng Feilong remembered his master's words. He stood up walked a few steps over, standing across Xiao Yuewu. The cla.s.sroom instantly became dead silent. No one dared say anything while those two stared at each other, too eager to see what would happen next. Sheng Feilong was the first to break this silence.

"Xiao Yuewu, I-"

Before he could continue, Xiao Yuewu had bowed his head and loudly apoligized.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong to insult someone based on their Spirit Soul alone. I shouldn't have said all that yesterday. I am also sorry for provoking and challenging you to a fight."

Sheng Feilong was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Fl.u.s.tered, he took a step back and also bowed his head.

"No, I- I was also wrong yesterday. Even if I was angered, I shouldn't have done what I did to you on the arena. I'm sorry!"

No one spoke. Sheng Feilong and Xiao Yuewu also just stood on the spot, facing each other with their heads bowed, not knowing what to do next. A few, really awkward seconds later, Jian w.a.n.g loudly began laughing, pointing his finger at the two of them.

"What are you two doing? Are you some old men? Stop bowing already, you look way too weird!"

The rest of the cla.s.s also began laughing, dispersing the prior tension, while Sheng Feilong straightened his back and began awkwardly his head and Xiao Yuewu tried to hide his blush with a cold expression before sitting down in his seat. Jian w.a.n.g teased Sheng Feilong a bit more, causing the latter to be embarra.s.sed too, before Jian w.a.n.g hit Xiao Yuewu's shoulder with his elbow.

"Yuewu, come join us for lunch later. You should tell us what strange illusion Sheng Feilong put you in. You were constantly mumbling about some cauliflowers!"

Xiao Yuewu shuddered at the mention of cauliflowers before quickly burrowing his head in a book. Clearly, he was traumatized by the cauliflowers.