Nan Fusheng Has Canine Bloodline?

Night had fallen over Ming Capital, shrouding the Spirit Pagoda's tower that soared into the clouds. Inside a quiet bedroom on the ninety-sixth floor.

Under the soft glow of a Soul Tool Lamp, Gu Yuena reclined against an ornately carved leather sofa, her slender fingers lightly gliding across a floating holographic projection.

Her crystalline nails swept over the virtual interface, and a classified file labeled "Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention Elimination Tournament Contestant Profiles" slowly unfolded in the air. Pale blue text flowed like a river of stars, recording detailed information on those who had stood out among thousands of participants.

Logically speaking, the Spirit Pagoda should have properly safeguarded the contestants' profiles to prevent any leaks.

But Gu Yuena was one of the Spirit Pagoda's higher-ups, as well as the central figure of this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention. Getting this file would be easy as long as she asked.

At the very least, after Qiangu Dongfeng learned of this, he generously agreed and said that if anything went wrong, he would take full responsibility.

After all, Gu Yuena's contributions to the Spirit Pagoda were known to everyone.

During the previous Spirit Pagoda council meeting, forcing the other side to agree to the Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention had been rather improper. Qiangu Dongfeng therefore wished to use this opportunity to show goodwill and dispel the distance in Gu Yuena's heart.

"Found it."

Gu Yuena's fingertips suddenly stopped, the holographic projection illuminating her calm face.

Among the dense list of contestants, the three words "Nan Fusheng" leapt into view in bold golden lettering. She leaned forward slightly, her hair falling over her shoulders as her piercing gaze swept across the scores below.

First trial, Soul Power test: seven points.

Gu Yuena was not surprised by this. After all, she knew Nan Fusheng's