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Two chapters today, three thousand words each.
Wang Wei threw his head back and laughed, his voice shaking the roof beams until they seemed to tremble. "Haha, sixty percent. At least sixty percent! A title is within reach!"
"Our Chang'an Academy is about to have another Titled Douluo. In this world, what academy could boast such glory?"
Among the advanced academies in the world, there were fewer than a handful that had a Titled Douluo, let alone two. That was absolutely unique.
In truth, this Titled Package was a pharmacological adjustment plan developed by the Chen Clan, ensuring the items would not clash with one another and could instead complement each other.
But the one given to Zhuo Qianren was a simplified version, and even so, the sixty percent chance of a successful breakthrough it brought was already astonishingly high.
Any peak Soul Douluo would probably fight with everything they had for the glory of standing at the summit of soul masters.
However, Wang Wei's hearty laughter suddenly seemed to be seized by a cold wind and stopped dead.
Because both Zhuo Qianren and Zhuang Mochen wore dark, solemn expressions.
Wang Wei gradually reined in his smile, sat down, picked up the "Ice and Fire Dual Heavens" spirit wine, and gulped down a mouthful. The wine gurgled audibly in his throat.
Seeing the two of them standing there like statues, neither saying a word.
His eyes darted, and he asked tentatively, "Boss, these eighth-grade spirit wines and spirit medicines are worth three or four million, and with the Thunder Soul Tempering Fruit added in, it's probably as high as ten million gold coins. Did Cong Academy make some kind of condition?"
Such an enormous sum was enough to equal more than ten years of their salaries.