"Barely Becoming a Titled Douluo, and the Counterattack System Arrives

After returning to Heaven Dou City from Sunset Forest, Lin Fan's first stop was a hotel, where he cleaned up and changed into fresh clothes.

Dressed in a blue and white robe, he stepped out of the hotel.

Lin Fan knew that Moon Pavilion (Yue Xuan) was located near the royal palace.

After all, Moon Pavilion was the imperial etiquette academy under the royal palace of the Heaven Dou Empire—a place where nobles came to learn etiquette.

"System, are you sure there's something wrong with my state of mind? I already ate the Autumn Water Dew immortal herb, you know."

Looking at the elegant architecture of the Moon Pavilion, Lin Fan muttered helplessly.

Of course, the system remained completely silent, as expected.

Moon Pavilion was a five-story building. Even in Heaven Dou City, this counted as quite a tall structure.

The first impression it gave was one of elegance.

Its overall architectural style was somewhat ancient and rustic, with only two simple characters written on the plaque: "Moon Pavilion."

Adjusting his robe slightly, Lin Fan lifted his head confidently and strode toward Moon Pavilion.

By now, it was already afternoon, and the students had finished their lessons and left.

However, guards still stood at the entrance.

When the guards saw Lin Fan's refined demeanor and elegant attire, they didn't stop him.

But as soon as Lin Fan reached the lobby on the first floor, he encountered the true guards.

"Stop right there. Who are you? I've never seen you here at Moon Pavilion before."

A middle-aged man dressed in purple, flanked by four blue-robed guards, stopped him.

With Lin Fan's cultivation, he could sense soul power fluctuations from all of them—these were no ordinary guards.

"You must be the steward of Moon Pavilion," Lin Fan said calmly. "Tell Madam Yue this: 'The moon waxes and wanes; an old friend has returned.'"

"Apologies. Madam Yue is currently resting and doesn't accept any visitors," the steward replied arrogantly, his expression tinged with pride. "Please leave."

Seeing this man's haughty and disdainful attitude, Lin Fan could only think of one phrase: "Judging people by their appearance."

"Oh? And what if I refuse to leave?" Lin Fan's gaze turned cold, his tone still calm.

"Then I'll have to personally escort you out."

The steward heavily emphasized the word "escort."

"I'd love to see how you plan to 'escort' me."

The steward raised his hand and made a gesture.

"Take him out of Moon Pavilion," he commanded the four blue-robed guards.

The two nearest guards immediately lunged forward to grab Lin Fan from both sides.

Lin Fan didn't even move. A mere glance from him sent the two guards flying backward as if struck by a powerful force.

"Steward! He's a soul master—very powerful!" the guards gasped, struggling to speak.

"No wonder he dared cause trouble here. But this is Moon Pavilion—even soul masters must obey the rules."

The steward sneered and released his martial soul—a six-ring Soul Emperor with an ideal soul ring configuration.

"I'm causing trouble?" Lin Fan laughed disdainfully as he looked at the steward's soul power.

At the reception desk on the other side of the lobby, several young maidens watched nervously. Seeing the steward reveal his martial soul, one of the maids quickly ran upstairs.

"I already gave you a chance. Ghost Vine Binding!"

Without hesitation, the steward raised his hand, summoning a thick, violet vine from his palm.

The vine shot toward Lin Fan like a snake.

"Hmph!"

Lin Fan showed no fear. He casually reached out and grabbed the tip of the vine.

"I don't even fear Blue Silver Grass—why would I be afraid of your pathetic Ghost Vine?"

With nothing but his bare, physically refined hand—hardened by his Ice-Fire Body Tempering—he crushed the vine with ease.

"What?!"

The steward staggered back, dragged by his broken vine, and was only able to steady himself with the help of two guards.

"I'll give you one last chance," Lin Fan said coldly. "Go upstairs and invite Tang Yuehua down. If you do, I'll overlook your arrogance."

"How dare you! Causing trouble in Moon Pavilion and even daring to call Madam Yue by name!"

The steward's face darkened with fury as he unleashed his sixth soul skill—Ghost Vine Thorn Formation.

A black, ten-thousand-year soul ring glowed brightly.

Dozens of thorny ghost vines erupted from the floor, encircling Lin Fan. The vines' sharp thorns glistened as they lunged toward him.

"Under my sixth soul skill, even a Soul Sage wouldn't escape in time."

Seeing Lin Fan remain motionless, the steward smirked triumphantly, convinced he had already won.

"Tsk… I didn't think it would be this difficult just to see Tang Yuehua."

Lin Fan shook his head helplessly.

"Looks like I'll have to knock out these bootlickers before I can have a proper chat with her."

He stopped holding back.

With a sudden burst of immense soul power, Lin Fan's nine soul rings flared to life, instantly obliterating the Ghost Vine Formation.

A storm of raw soul force swept across the lobby, flipping tables and chairs.

The steward and his four guards were immediately crushed under Lin Fan's pressure, pinned helplessly to the ground.

The steward, who had been specifically targeted by Lin Fan, suffered internal injuries, blood trickling from his lips.

Struggling to lift his head, he looked up at the glowing nine soul rings with terror in his eyes.

"T-T-Title Douluo…"

He had completely kicked an iron plate.

Just then, a calm, slightly cold voice echoed through the lobby.

"That's enough."

Lin Fan looked up toward the staircase.

There, a graceful, elegant woman in a silver palace dress was slowly descending, followed by two stunning young ladies.

At first glance, she appeared to be in her early twenties, but her deep, penetrating gaze suggested wisdom far beyond her years.

Every movement she made was refined and natural, exuding elegance and poise—even when she furrowed her brows, she remained composed and dignified.

Seeing her, Lin Fan immediately withdrew his soul rings and suppressed his soul power, restoring the lobby to peace.

The steward and guards shakily rose to their feet, still terrified, and bowed respectfully.

"Madam Yue, this man caused trouble in Moon Pavilion. We were no match for him," the steward reported shamefully.

The woman was, of course, Tang Yuehua, the master of Moon Pavilion.

Tang Yuehua's gaze landed on Lin Fan, her eyes flashing with a hint of surprise before her expression grew colder.

"Escort him out," she said icily. "Moon Pavilion does not welcome frauds or charlatans."

The steward, encouraged by Tang Yuehua's words, boldly said, "Honored Douluo, please leave Moon Pavilion at once."

"Very well. I won't overstay my welcome."

Lin Fan remained calm. He turned and left without a trace of reluctance.

Tang Yuehua was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to leave so readily. A trace of irritation appeared on her elegant face.

However, upon descending the stairs and seeing the mess in the lobby, Tang Yuehua angrily called after him:

"Hmph! Hold it right there! You've made such a mess of my Moon Pavilion, and you think you can just walk away? You'll need to pay for the damages before you leave!"

Lin Fan turned back, casually shrugging.

"Madam, with how lavishly you run Moon Pavilion, I certainly can't afford to compensate you. And even if I had the money, I wouldn't waste it paying your tuition fees."

Then, with a faint smile, he added teasingly:

"Hmph… Funny, you used to be my little Yue Yue. Now you're Madam Yue, huh?"