Gui Mei

Gui Mei had died once when he was young. By a fortunate coincidence, his soul had been reborn, and when his Martial Soul awakened, a special circumstance had occurred.

That was Gui Mei Possession.

Having died once, he knew that life often came only once. From then on, he treasured his own life especially dearly, fearing that one day he would die in Spirit Hall.

After receiving the mission, he had also considered this matter. After careful deliberation, Gui Mei decided not to kill Liu Yi, but instead let him continue growing.

Reaching the Soul Emperor realm at such a young age made him an exceptionally rare genius.

Even Qian Xunji, the once-in-a-generation genius of Spirit Hall and son of Great Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, could not compare to him.

Qian Xunji, Spirit Hall's previous Pope and Great Grand Elder Qian Daoliu's only son, had reached the Titled Douluo realm at the age of fifty.

Though he could not compare to a genius like Tang Hao, he was not too far off.

And now, Miss Qian Renxue of Spirit Hall had actually gotten married. The man she had chosen possessed the extraordinary Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, and his talent was even more formidable.

Even top-tier experts like Titled Douluo could not fathom the extent of his talent.

If he were to fall because of some trivial matter, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

Besides, with Liu Yi's current strength, it would not be long before he reached the Titled Douluo realm. By then, he would likely be the undisputed choice for the next Pope.

That was why Gui Mei had not acted against Liu Yi and had instead helped deliver his letter.

"Kid, all the major factions are watching you like tigers eyeing their prey. You must proceed cautiously and not become carried away. Do you understand?"

Liu Yi cupped his hands. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior."

Gui Mei looked at Liu Yi with an approving expression. Perhaps in the future, Liu Yi truly would become that kind of person.

"The Pope has recently taken in a new disciple named Hu Liena. Despite her young age, she has already reached the Soul Ancestor realm, and her cultivation advances by leaps and bounds. I intend to have her marry you."

Liu Yi raised a brow and refused, "Thank you for your kindness, Senior, but I..."

Before Liu Yi could finish, Gui Mei waved his hand. "I know what you are thinking and what you fear. Don't worry. I arranged this marriage for you on my own. But on one condition: you must reach the Titled Douluo realm. Otherwise, you will have no way to withstand the Great Grand Elder and the Pope."

Liu Yi nodded. He was not afraid of Bibi Dong now. He had the Obedience Potion; if necessary, he could simply add her to his harem.

But Qian Daoliu was different. He was a man, and a Level 99 Limit Douluo at that.

Once a Soul Master reached Level 99, all Titled Douluo below that level were mere ants.

"Alright. Write the letter, and I'll deliver it to Miss Qian Renxue. You... take care of yourself."

The moment Gui Mei finished speaking, he transformed into a mass of black shadow and vanished.

Liu Yi frowned tightly. He had understood everything Gui Mei had implied. His identity had likely been exposed, and the major factions would surely make their move.

Thinking of this, Liu Yi immediately rushed toward the Blacksmith Shop in Suotuo City.

Inside the Blacksmith Shop, Liu Yi looked around, paying particular attention to the masks.

"Little brother, what would you like to buy?"

At that moment, the president of the Blacksmith Shop came out and asked in confusion.

Liu Yi asked, "Do you have any masks here?"

The president was slightly taken aback. "We do, but their prices vary. How much are you planning to spend?"

"Show me the most expensive one in your shop."

The president smiled, his eyes full of disdain. "Little brother, not just anyone gets to see our most expensive item."

"Of course, if you want to see it, it'll cost ten Gold Soul Coins."

Without hesitation, Liu Yi tossed the Gold Soul Coins into his palm.

The Blacksmith Shop president weighed them in his hand, then gave one of his subordinates a look before inviting Liu Yi inside.

"Please, follow me to the room."

Led by the president, the two arrived at a quiet room.

"Please."

Liu Yi sat on the sofa and glanced around. Seeing no danger, he sipped his tea.

This world had always revered the strong and looked down on the weak. It was a world where the strong devoured the weak, so caution was always necessary.

"Little brother, there's no need to be nervous. I'm the president of this Blacksmith Shop. My name is Morris, and I'm a Level 55 Soul King. My master is one of Gengxin City's three great divine craftsmen, Lou Gao!"

When he mentioned Lou Gao's name, Morris looked exceptionally proud.

Liu Yi was somewhat shocked as well. How could he not know Lou Gao? He was one of the three great Divine Craftsmen of the Douluo Continent.

Who would have thought that his disciple would be the president of a Blacksmith Shop here?

What a waste of talent.

Morris stroked his beard and chuckled. "I came here to gain experience, so I became the president here."

"I see."

"What do you need a mask for, little brother?"

Morris could not help asking.

"Of course, to wear."

"Ah... hahaha, quite right. This old man misspoke. Little brother, we have many masks here, but if you only want one to wear, I recommend an ordinary one."

Liu Yi shook his head. "An ordinary one won't do. Ordinary masks are useless before powerful people. They would know my identity in an instant. That would never do."

Morris nodded. "That's true. Could it be that you're a fugitive from the Heaven Dou Empire, little brother?"

"What are you thinking? If I were a fugitive, would I be dressed like this?"

Liu Yi wore pristine white ancient-style robes embroidered with golden patterns, displaying his status.

Qian Renxue had personally commissioned these robes for him and given them to him as a gift before he left.

Morris smiled faintly. Naturally, he could tell that the clothes were extremely expensive and not something an ordinary commoner could afford.

That was also why he had chosen to let Liu Yi accompany him to see the shop's treasure.

Soon, a subordinate entered carrying a tray.

"Sir, the item has been brought."

Liu Yi narrowed his eyes. He could not even make out the mask beneath the red cloth covering the tray. It was clear that this mask was truly extraordinary.

Morris waved his hand. The subordinate set down the tray, turned, and left the room.

"Little brother, this is the treasure of our shop, a mask I personally forged."

The instant Morris pulled away the red cloth, a blinding white light burst forth, illuminating the entire room.

Liu Yi was utterly astonished. A mere mask possessed such terrifying effects. This man truly was a disciple of Divine Craftsman Lou Gao.

As the white light gradually dimmed, a silver-white mask appeared before them.

"This is a mask I spent ten years painstakingly creating. It was forged from Deep Sea Sinking Silver Silver Mother."

"What?!" Liu Yi shot to his feet. How could anyone in this world recognize an ore like Deep Sea Sinking Silver Silver Mother?

Deep Sea Sinking Silver Silver Mother—when a divine stone descended into the world, all ordinary stones trembled. This stone was already the king of stones, so ordinary stones would collapse on their own when faced with it. Such a divine stone could no longer be described merely as precious; it was a truly priceless treasure.