Ten-Thousand-Year Left Leg Soul Bone (Seeking Readers, Seeking Recommendations)

"Rongrong, stop messing around."

Yu Xiaowei smiled and brushed aside Ning Rongrong's little hand.

"Tch, you're no fun at all." Ning Rongrong muttered, then craned her neck to look curiously at the diary on the table.

"What are you writing? Why does it look like a bunch of scribbles?"

Yu Xiaowei did not answer. Instead, he closed the diary and flicked her forehead with a bent finger.

"Why did you come out so late? Did your father agree to it?"

Ning Rongrong covered her forehead. At his words, she immediately planted her hands on her hips and said smugly.

"Who do you think I am? I sneaked out. I guarantee no one knows."

"..."

Yu Xiaowei glanced out the window and curled his lip. This silly girl—without her father's tacit approval, could she have made it to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory this late at night?

It was just that the people protecting her could not enter the Blue Lightning Family's grounds. They were probably waiting outside the gates right now.

"Brother Xiaowei, Brother Xiaowei, take me out to play. My dad makes me cultivate every day. I'm bored to death."

Ning Rongrong clung to Yu Xiaowei's arm and shook it relentlessly.

"My dear aunt, stop shaking me. You're making me dizzy."

Yu Xiaowei rubbed her little head, messing up her hair. "It's so late. Where do you want to go?"

"Mm... let's go to the Heaven Dou Great Auction House. My father said he really liked the Cat Girl you bought for me last time."

"The auction house again? My dear aunt, did you bring any money? Last time, I spent more than three hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. My dad nearly broke my legs when I got home, you know."

At the mention of money, Ning Rongrong raised her chin and pulled a red card from a bracelet-shaped Soul Tool, waving it in front of Yu Xiaowei.

"I brought my father's card."

Yu Xiaowei leaned back and gave her a thumbs-up.

"You really are such a filial daughter."

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's council hall.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his chair as usual, sipping tea while reading the sect's intelligence reports.

"Fengzhi, Rongrong went to find that boy again."

A vigorous, aged voice rang out, carrying considerable displeasure.

Following the voice, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face walked in from outside. He casually pulled over a chair and sat beside Ning Fengzhi without ceremony.

"Sword Uncle, let's not talk about Rongrong for now. Take a look at this."

Ning Fengzhi handed over the sheet of paper in his hand with a smile.

"Is there good news in the sect? Did Rongrong level up again?"

Seeing the delight on his face, Chen Xin accepted it with a curious expression.

He carefully read the words on the paper. The longer he read, the graver his expression became.

A new Silver Soul Fighter has emerged at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena. Level 38, Strength Attack System Soul Elder, suspected to be a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

His Martial Soul Possession is unusual and seems to produce effects similar to a Martial Soul Avatar.

His soul skills are unknown. For now, it has only been confirmed that he possesses one soul skill that spews white flames and another that enhances strength and speed.

Record: Easily defeated Godwind Academy's top genius, Feng Xiaotian, a level 41 Battle Soul Ancestor.

After reading it, Chen Xin asked solemnly, "This is that boy? Last week, he was still level 29 when I saw him."

Ning Fengzhi took a light sip of tea and smiled. "Who else could it be? A member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, with Martial Soul Possession and Dragon Transformation alike. You should have seen both of those soul skills before."

"I never expected Yu Luomian to have such a fine son."

"Nine levels of Soul Power in a single week?" Chen Xin looked utterly incredulous. "At this rate, that boy will become Titled in two months."

Then, seeing Ning Fengzhi's expression and recalling the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's rules, he continued with a conflicted look.

"But that boy causes trouble everywhere he goes. Last time, he even bought some Cat Girl and brought her home. Fengzhi, I know what you're thinking, but I don't think it's reliable to entrust Rongrong to him."

Just then, a tall elderly man with a withered face walked out from the inner hall. His muscles and skin were shriveled, his eye sockets sunken, and with his bald head, he looked like a gigantic skeleton from afar.

He retorted in a hoarse voice, "I think Xiaowei is excellent. The child has a good temperament, great strength, and a fine family background. How is he unworthy of Rongrong?"

"Hmph. What kind of bewitching potion did that boy give you? I don't think he's any good."

Gu Rong snorted. "I'm thinking about Rongrong's happiness. Among Battle Soul Masters his age, can you find anyone more outstanding than Xiaowei?"

Chen Xin was momentarily speechless, but he still stubbornly held his head high. "Anyway, I just don't like that boy."

"I think your skin is itching. My hands are itching today too. Come on, let's find somewhere to duel."

"Fine, let's go."

With that, the two of them stormed out in a fury.

Ning Fengzhi watched their retreating figures with helplessness on his face. The two old men had bickered their entire lives and never had a moment of peace.

He picked up the paper on the table again and fell into deep thought.

Night had completely fallen.

Yu Xiaowei and Ning Rongrong ate and played their way along, taking quite a while before arriving at a peculiar circular building.

They had come during the prime two-hour window for premium auctions, which only buyers with a deposit exceeding one million Gold Soul Coins could participate in.

"Young Master Yu, Miss Ning, you're here."

The moment they arrived at the auction house entrance, a man in a black formal suit came forward to greet them.

As extravagant patrons who often spent lavishly here, the attendants assigned to them had been specially selected and were responsible solely for serving the two of them.

Yu Xiaowei casually tossed him a Gold Soul Coin. "The usual."

The man caught the coin, his face breaking into a wide smile. He respectfully gestured for them to enter and led them to the Ning family's private box.

Originally, the Heaven Dou Auction House had no private boxes. But after Yu Xiaowei got into several fights here and nearly tore the entire auction house apart—

the auction house renovated several private boxes, keeping these nobles well separated.

Sure enough, after that, at most they only argued with each other. There were no more incidents of fighting.

After entering the private box, Yu Xiaowei and Ning Rongrong settled comfortably onto a large sofa and leisurely watched the auction below.

A few minutes later, an attendant brought in a fruit platter and some pastries.

At the moment, the item being auctioned below was a protective treasure armor, said to have been crafted by Divine Craftsman Lou Gao.

Watching the feverish bidding below, Yu Xiaowei shook his head with little interest.

There were simply too few things on Douluo Continent. The auction house was bustling every day, but the items sold over and over were always Soul Tools, armor, and slaves.

There was nothing fresh about it.

Before long, the armor downstairs was sold for 110,000 Gold Soul Coins.

Regardless of how effective it was, Divine Craftsman Lou Gao's name alone made it worth that price.

The host on the stage had originally been preparing to announce the next auction item.

A maid hurried out from backstage and whispered a few words into his ear.

After hearing her, the host's expression immediately turned ecstatic. He promptly raised his amplifier and announced excitedly.

"Honored guests, tonight we will be adding a rare treasure to the auction at the last minute. Those of you with talented younger descendants in your families should pay particular attention."

"In one hour, we will auction here—"

"A left leg Soul Bone."

"From a ten-thousand-year Shadow Hunting Lizard."