Douluo: Fiery Chains of the Soul, Sealing All Gods — Chapter 10

Su Han's eyes lit up at once. Heh, if you dare say it, I'll dare take it.

Su Han suddenly changed his expression and said, "Brother Qinghe, I need a Storage Soul Tool that can hold living creatures. I also need to find three commoner Soul Masters named Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, and Jiang Zhu."

"I wonder if that would be difficult for you, Brother Qinghe?" Su Han looked at her with an unconvinced expression.

Qian Renxue felt her composure about to collapse. What kind of person is this?!

Still maintaining a dignified smile, she said, "Fine. Leave these small matters to me. Do you have any requirements for the Soul Tool that can hold living creatures?"

Su Han thought for a moment. Ten cubic meters might not be enough, so he said, "Brother Qinghe, I just need one with a capacity of over ten cubic meters."

"Mm, alright. Let's go out and look around. It seems you haven't really explored Heaven Dou City yet, have you?"

Su Han was equally helpless. "Alright, Brother Qinghe."

The two strolled along the street, leisurely chatting about memories of the past.

Just then, a distinctively dressed little girl entered their field of vision. She wore a short emerald-green dress, her brown hair smooth as silk, and her large, bright eyes sparkled with clever liveliness. She looked like an elf who had stepped out of a painting.

Seeing her, Xue Qinghe immediately stepped forward and greeted her with refined courtesy. "Ah! Isn't this our adorable little Princess Rongrong? What brings you out for a stroll today?"

The little girl replied in an exceptionally obedient manner, "Grandpa Jian said home had become a little dull and wanted to come out for a walk to see the bustle of the streets, so I happily accompanied Grandpa Jian."

As she spoke, she affectionately linked arms with the white-haired elder beside her. With a spoiled expression on her face, she asked again, "Grandpa Jian, Rongrong is right, isn't she?"

The white-haired elder stroked the little girl's head and said, "That's right. It was Grandpa who wanted to come out for a stroll."

"Qinghe greets Elder Jian."

The elder merely nodded slightly in response.

Su Han had not expected that he would run into one of the future protagonists' group the moment he finally came out. Ning Rongrong was lawless at home, yet she was still quite obedient outside.

Sword Douluo truly gave Su Han the feeling of a reclusive master beyond the mortal world.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, curiously sized up Su Han. He had long golden hair, sharp brows and bright eyes, an imposing heroic air, silver armor, and a tall, straight figure. He was even half a head taller than her.

Ning Rongrong asked, "Brother Qinghe, who is he? Why is he out shopping with you?"

Xue Qinghe smiled. "Rongrong, this is my friend, Su Han."

Su Han had no desire to deal with this little troublemaker. If he indulged her, she could cause more trouble than anyone else. If he did not, Sword Douluo would definitely come looking for trouble with him...

"Hello, Su Han. My name is Ning Rongrong. What level is your Soul Power? You look about the same age as me."

Only then did Sword Douluo turn his gaze toward Su Han. With just one penetrating glance, he was astonished. Heavens! This boy is about the same age as Rongrong, yet he's already a Soul Elder.

Rongrong, meanwhile, was only Level 17.

After Sword Douluo gave him that deep look, Su Han felt as though he had fallen into an endless abyss.

Su Han said awkwardly, "I'm Level 19, almost a Soul Grandmaster."

Xue Qinghe smiled from the side. "Rongrong is impressive too. Come on, Brother Qinghe will treat Rongrong to a meal, alright?"

"Alright! I want spicy rabbit heads!"

Su Han nearly burst out laughing. You'd better keep that hobby going.

The group chose seats in a restaurant packed with customers.

Su Han still felt somewhat restrained inside. After all, he was dining with Sword Douluo, and the pressure went without saying.

When the spicy rabbit heads were served, Ning Rongrong eagerly sampled them, her lips glistening with oil as she thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Seeing this, Su Han slowly raised his cup and took a sip, savoring the flavor.

If Xiao Wu's true body were braised in soy sauce, it would definitely be a great tonic!

Su Han was also considering how to kill Xiao Wu. She was a walking Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone! Su Han did not care for her Soul Ring either; their attributes did not match. Even if it was a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, he still had no interest in it.

If he wanted to kill Xiao Wu, he could only wait until they came to Heaven Dou Royal Academy. If Tang Hao was not around at that time, then taking Xiao Wu away would be effortless for a Soul Douluo. Wouldn't that be as easy as taking candy from a child?

If his teacher had the support of immortal herbs and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, it would not take long to break through to become a Titled Douluo. By then, there would be another layer of security.

Over the past three years, Su Han had never returned to Nuoding City. He truly did not dare go back. It was for both his and Brother Tao's sake.

Su Han planned to return after Tang San left. Over the years, he and Brother Tao had kept in touch only through letters, and he had sent a total of one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins home.

Before he had the strength to protect wealth, he did not dare give Brother Tao too much. Otherwise, it could easily become a disaster.

After the meal, Ning Rongrong suggested going to the Heaven Dou Grand Auction House to look for interesting things. The others followed her wishes, and Su Han was also curious to take a look.

After arriving at the auction house, Ning Rongrong was full of enthusiasm. Whenever she encountered a rare and unusual item, she would spare no expense in bidding for it.

In the end, a particularly eye-catching auction item appeared—a Soul Tool capable of holding living creatures. It instantly caught Su Han's attention, making his eyes shine.

Seeing this, Xue Qinghe said to Su Han with gentle refinement, "Su Han, the item you wanted has appeared. I'll bid on it and give it to you."

Upon hearing that, Ning Rongrong's eyes turned mischievously. She asked Su Han playfully, "Brother Su Han, could it be that you like this item too?"

Su Han secretly smiled bitterly. He sensed that Ning Rongrong might have other intentions, but he still replied politely, "That is correct."

Ning Rongrong immediately said, "Then how about I buy it and give it to you? But you have to play with me."

Su Han's bitter smile deepened. He politely declined, "Miss Rongrong, I truly cannot spare the time. How about we discuss it again when you become a Soul Grandmaster?"

Xue Qinghe also gently persuaded her from the side, finally making Ning Rongrong let the matter go.

In the end, Xue Qinghe bought the Storage Soul Tool for four hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Its capacity was a full fifteen cubic meters, greatly satisfying Su Han. He immediately put it around his neck.

After everyone went their separate ways, Su Han steadily returned to the academy.

As he passed the wide training field, his gaze inadvertently caught a lively scene. Qin Ming stood in one corner of the field, facing seven students and explaining something with a focused expression. He seemed to be giving important guidance and making arrangements.

Su Han was secretly surprised. He had not expected the team selection process to move so quickly. The members of the first team had already been decided.

However, in a sense, what truly carried his personal responsibility and expectations was the second team he would soon lead.

Although countless thoughts filled his mind, Su Han maintained his usual unobtrusive and low-profile demeanor.

As for why he chose Huang Yuan, Jing Ling, and Jiang Zhu, Su Han felt that these three deserved a chance.

It would also greatly weaken Shrek's strength.

It would benefit him as well if these three pledged themselves to the empire. He had to cultivate some people of his own, after all!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Inside the magnificent grand hall, gemstones glimmered brilliantly...

When Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter return, he pulled her into his arms with a doting expression and asked, "Rongrong, did you cause any trouble while you were out playing today?"

Ning Rongrong said proudly, "Dad, I met a new friend today, but his talent isn't as good as Rongrong's!"

"Oh? Did you bully him, then?"

"Hmph, of course I didn't!"

Bone Douluo said, "So what if Rongrong bullied him? That would be his honor."

Sword Douluo gave Ning Fengzhi a meaningful look, then took his seat.

Ning Fengzhi said, "Rongrong, why don't you go share your gifts with your mother? Your father has something to discuss with Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Jian."

"Hmph, fine. I'll go find Mother."

"Uncle Jian, did something happen just now?"

"That boy Rongrong saw today is far from ordinary."

Bone Douluo immediately became interested. "What's so extraordinary about him? Could his talent possibly be higher than Rongrong's?"

"Old Bone, I think you've gone muddled. Rongrong could not see through that boy, but do you think this old man couldn't see through his strength?"

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Ning Fengzhi immediately spoke up. "Uncle Jian, what is so special about that boy that even you were surprised?"

Sword Douluo said, "That boy is at most twelve years old, and he is no Soul Grandmaster. He is a Soul Elder."

"A Soul Elder?!" The two spoke in unison.

"Old Sword, you couldn't have seen wrong, could you?"

"Bonehead, even if you saw wrong, this old man would not!"

Ning Fengzhi felt his head beginning to ache. "Then, Uncle Jian, do you know that boy's background?"

"I don't. But the one thing I know is that he studies at Heaven Dou Royal Academy and seems to be preparing to participate in the next Soul Master Competition."

"A twelve-year-old Soul Elder... I never expected Heaven Dou Royal Academy to have such a genius."

"I'll go take a look tonight and see whether he really is a genius!"

"Uncle Bone, don't act recklessly. I would also like to get to know this young friend."

Bone Douluo said, "Don't worry. This old man knows his limits."

Ning Fengzhi sat on his throne in contemplation, lost in thought.