**Chapter 296: Did You Recognize the Wrong Person?**

**Chapter 296: Did You Recognize the Wrong Person?**

Zhao Ling continued to stroll around the martial arts field, meeting some talented individuals. The best part was that each of these promising individuals had an impressive appearance, making it a true feast for Zhao Ling's eyes.

Among them was a very beautiful and well-developed female student. She appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her mature, alluring body caught Zhao Ling's attention and kept him staring.

The spirit she released left Zhao Ling stunned. The Netherworld Spirit Cat spirit? Who is this girl?

Driven by curiosity, Zhao Ling approached the class teacher. When the teacher saw him, she paused and then gazed at him with admiration.

He was the Demon-Suppressing Douluo, a name that had become famous across the Douluo Continent over the last decade, known as the number one person under the gods.

The female teacher revealed that she had grown up hearing stories about the Demon-Suppressing Douluo, and meeting him in person was like meeting her idol. When Zhao Ling saw her exaggerated expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't show any sign of dissatisfaction.

He then asked who owned the Netherworld Cat martial soul. The female teacher quickly came to her senses and said, "The female student's name is Zhu Zhuyun."

"What? That big-breasted cat?" Zhao Ling thought, but he didn't dare to ask further. He quickly turned and left the martial arts field.

However, the girl's dissatisfied voice reached his ears. "Master, why don't you look a little longer? Don't you like looking at Yun'er? Why are you running away now?"

"Uh..." Zhao Ling turned around to see the girl smiling playfully at him, a shy grin on his face.

"My classmate, did you mistake me for someone else? I don't think I know you..."

"Don't act coy, Master. Yun'er told you this before, didn't she? No matter how you change your appearance, your unique aura always attracts me. You can't hide it..."

At this point, Zhu Zhuyun approached Zhao Ling, gazing at him with longing in her beautiful eyes.

"No, don't call me Master. I only accepted you and your sister as my disciples for fun."

Zhao Ling quickly shook his head, thinking back to three years ago when he had visited the Xingluo Empire to see the two sisters of the Netherworld Cat martial soul.

Of course, he couldn't go there in his original appearance. His true identity had already spread across the Douluo Continent. Any powerful family would recognize him, and if he showed up in his true form, it would become a hot topic throughout the Star Luo Empire.

Fortunately, Zhao Ling had entered a mysterious realm, where changing his appearance was simple. He transformed himself into an elderly man with an immortal appearance and visited the Netherworld Spirit Cat family to "read the fortunes" of the two sisters.

The patriarch of the Zhu Family found it amusing that this immortal-looking old man had come to tell fortunes for his daughters. He thought the old man was completely out of his mind and quickly ordered his expulsion.

But what did they need to calculate the fate of his daughters for? It was common in their family for one daughter to become a queen, and the other would be sacrificed. Whether the future queen or the sacrificed daughter was determined, it wouldn't change the family's standing in the Star Luo Empire. They didn't care too much about the sacrifice—it wasn't a major loss.

However, when the servants tried to take Zhao Ling away, they were shocked to find that this old man, despite standing in the middle of the hall, seemed to have disappeared entirely. They couldn't touch him, and they couldn't move him out of the Zhu mansion.

This bizarre event made the patriarch of the Zhu family grow serious. Since his men couldn't force the immortal old man out, the patriarch took matters into his own hands. He released his martial soul and attacked Zhao Ling at full speed.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even touch a single hair on the man. Zhao Ling kept a playful smile on his face, as if he were watching the patriarch's efforts in amusement.

The patriarch, despite being a Soul Douluo, was unable to even scratch him. This frustrating realization made him feel completely powerless. After exhausting himself, the patriarch stopped attacking, and Zhao Ling sat calmly on a throne, smiling at him.

"Patriarch Zhu, you should give up. The gap between us is like a chasm."

"It's not that I look down on you, but even a Title Douluo is just a bigger ant compared to me."

Then, Zhao Ling pointed to the sky and murmured, "The wind is coming…"

Strangely, the clear sky, which had been calm, suddenly grew windy. Even the glazed tiles on the roof began to whistle.

Zhao Ling whispered again, "A bolt from the blue…"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning split the sky. A few seconds later, thunder boomed, shaking the entire place. Everyone present stared in shock.

Who was this person? When he spoke, the wind blew. When he spoke again, thunder cracked the sky.

The patriarch of the Zhu family understood at once: a true master had arrived, and this person's strength was incomprehensible. Not daring to estimate the extent of his power, the patriarch immediately changed his tone and offered Zhao Ling the best wine and tea, hoping to avoid offending him.

Although the Zhu family had strong ties with the royal family, they knew that if they angered such an all-powerful being, even the royal family wouldn't be able to protect them. Someone who could literally summon wind and lightning at will was not to be trifled with.

After offering Zhao Ling the best hospitality, the patriarch called for his two daughters. Since Zhao Ling had come to "read their fortunes," he felt he should be respectful.

(End of this chapter)