Arranging the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit Emperor

However, far away in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Elder Hall, the elders were arguing over what wedding gift to give Qian Xunfeng.

They had only just managed to save several million Gold Soul Coins to stabilize the sect, yet now they had to send a wedding gift for Qian Xunfeng's marriage.

"No. Those Gold Soul Coins cannot be touched. If we use them, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will truly be reduced to eating dirt."

Second Elder sternly rebuked Fifth Elder, who wanted to give Gold Soul Coins.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was relying on this little bit of money to maintain basic food and clothing, as well as cultivate and maintain the medicinal herbs used for dragonification training.

They were already spending more than they earned.

If they gave away the money they had painstakingly saved for a rainy day, who knew how many years it would take to save that much again? Even Yu Yuanzhen, the sect master, had gone out to hunt Soul Rings to subsidize the sect and had yet to return.

"This won't do, that won't do—what are we supposed to do? What can we give?"

Fifth Elder's face was as bitter as a gourd, the wrinkles on his face scrunched together as he worried himself sick.

"If we give too little, Qian Xunfeng will make things difficult for us. If we give too much, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect won't survive."

Just as the elders were at their wits' end, the previously silent Great Elder slapped the table.

"Ah, I've got it!"

A glint of "wisdom" flashed through Great Elder's eyes as he confidently addressed the other elders with excitement.

"Why don't we send Bibi Dong as the gift?"

"Would that work?"

Upon hearing that they would send Bibi Dong away, several elders did not object. They merely considered whether the plan was feasible.

"Why wouldn't it? Bibi Dong is nothing but a scourge here anyway. Send her away already. In the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, ten young men around twenty years old have already gone limp."

"Exactly. Keeping her here is only harmful. If that doesn't work, throw her into the Star Dou Great Forest and don't bring her back."

"Hiss, that's true. Bibi Dong is a Twin Martial Souls wielder with Innate Full Soul Power. Isn't Qian Xunfeng very strong? Let him try for himself."

In the end, the elders unanimously agreed to send Bibi Dong away. After all, because of Qian Xunfeng's orders, they could not kill her.

Aside from leaving them with several young men unable to father children, she was useless. Sending her away could at least offset several million Gold Soul Coins.

"Then it's settled. A Thousand-Year Soul Bone along with Bibi Dong should be worth several million Gold Soul Coins."

"But how should we handle Yu Xiaogang? I heard he has made quite a bit of money using Bibi Dong lately."

Yu Xiaogang was Yu Yuanzhen's son after all, so they could not easily fall out with Yu Yuanzhen.

"Hmph, he's just trash. Why care about him? I wish he would get lost already, so he doesn't bring bad luck."

Great Elder snorted coldly, then stormed toward the room where Yu Xiaogang lived.

"Yu Xiaogang, where is Bibi Dong? Bring that unlucky bastard over here."

Upon arriving at Yu Xiaogang's room, he kicked the door open, frightening Yu Xiaogang so badly that he fell from his chair to the floor.

"Great Elder, what do you want Bibi Dong for?"

Looking at the aggressive Great Elder, Yu Xiaogang's expression turned ugly. Yet he did not dare lose his temper at Great Elder and could only ask resentfully.

"Qian Xunfeng is getting married next month. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect intends to send Bibi Dong as a gift. Do you have any objections?"

"No, Great Elder. Bibi Dong was brought here by me. You cannot dispose of her as you please."

Hearing that Great Elder wanted to take Bibi Dong away, Yu Xiaogang was unwilling. He was still counting on Bibi Dong to make him money, so how could he send her back?

Slap!

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang still dared to talk back, Great Elder did not indulge his bad habits. He stepped forward and slapped Yu Xiaogang flying.

"You're trash. You're only allowed to live out of consideration for Yu Yuanzhen. You have already been expelled from the family registry. If you're unwilling, you can get lost right now."

As Qian Xunfeng watched the delighted crowd, he was lost in thought.

He remembered that the Angel God's inheritance had most likely been tampered with by the Sea God.

However, he had already gained control of 20% of the Order Authority. If he used it at full power, he should be roughly equivalent to a Level 3 God.

At the very least, he could ensure that the Sea God would not affect Qian Renxue's consciousness in the future, such as making her develop feelings for Dog Three.

But if he wanted to protect the Angel God Trial, Qian Xunfeng estimated that he would need 50% of the Order Authority before he could rest easy.

He currently possessed only 20% of the Order Authority. Once he completed the six Soul Bones, he would control 30%. As long as he completed two more trials before Qian Renxue became a Spirit Saint, he would gain complete control over more than 50%. He might even be able to cripple the Sea God directly.

"Xunfeng, what are you thinking about?"

Ah Yin looked up at the dazed Qian Xunfeng and asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Qian Xunfeng came back to himself, walked before Qian Daoliu, and slowly said:

"Father, I hope Xue'er won't absorb a Soul Ring first, but will temper her physique instead. So I would like to ask Father to let Xue'er absorb the skull bone from the Angel God Armor."

"What is it, Feng'er? What are you planning?"

Qian Daoliu asked curiously at Qian Xunfeng's words.

His eldest son was sharp-minded and had plenty of ideas.

"I think I have a ninety percent chance of making a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast sacrifice itself for Xue'er."

Qian Xunfeng's shocking declaration immediately made the surrounding worshippers understand how enormous the benefits would be if it succeeded. A first Soul Ring that was hundred-thousand-year would bring an immense improvement.

Absorbing a Hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring would enhance one's aptitude in every aspect. As long as one's Ninth Spirit Ability was hundred-thousand-year, they would certainly become a Super Douluo above Rank 95 in the future.

"Feng'er, is that true?"

Qian Daoliu was only seeking confirmation. After all, his son was reliable.

"Of course. I remember that Father still hasn't absorbed that Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower. Why not give it to Xue'er as well? If this succeeds, Spirit Hall will welcome an even more powerful Angel God."

"Good. Leave everything to this old man."

With everything arranged, Qian Xunfeng took Ah Yin back to the bedroom.

"Ah Yin, will you resent me for plotting against that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

On the bed, Qian Xunfeng considered that Ah Yin was a Soul Beast who had taken human form and asked her.

As his first woman, he was rather concerned. Ah Yin had a gentle temperament and did not like fighting for things. If he disregarded her feelings as well, he would inevitably be somewhat unworthy.

But reassurance was reassurance. Qian Xunfeng would not abandon his plan, and it would be best if Ah Yin understood him.

"No. I am the emperor of the Blue Silver Clan, and I grew up in the Blue Silver Forest. We Blue Silver Grass are weak. Nearly every Soul Beast comes to bully us."

That was true. If not for the Blue Silver Clan's strong vitality, they would likely have long been eaten clean by those grass-eating Soul Beasts. Naturally, they had no favorable feelings toward other Soul Beasts.

Besides, she had already married Qian Xunfeng. Why should she care about all that? Was she supposed to fall out with the man she loved over some unrelated Soul Beasts? That was obviously impossible.

As if afraid that Qian Xunfeng would misunderstand, Ah Yin lay in his arms and greedily enjoyed his warm embrace.

"I will always love you, Xunfeng."

"I will always love you too, Ah Yin."

At that moment, both of them lost themselves. Everything before their eyes was gray and hazy, impossible to see clearly, as they sank into deep memories.