"Hello, I'm Ning Fengzhi, the Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. May I ask who you are?"
Hm? So this was Ning Fengzhi, that old fox. It seemed he had been trying to recruit Sword Douluo just now.
However, his father only had another year or two to live. After all, his poor health was why he had only fathered Ning Fengzhi, but fortunately, Ning Fengzhi had lived up to expectations.
Ning Fengzhi was about the same age as Fu Ye, only three years older, yet he was already a bona fide Advanced Level Soul King.
Fu Ye felt that if not for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's restriction that prevented its members from cultivating to Soul Douluo, Ning Fengzhi would have been the most dazzling genius of this era.
"Hello, I'm Fu Ye, the owner of this Gathering Fragrance Pavilion."
Fu Ye rated Ning Fengzhi highly in terms of talent, but he had no comment on his character.
Which businessman's hands were clean? Still, Fu Ye merely ran an ordinary little tavern, so he had not crossed paths with Ning Fengzhi, this fox, when it came to making money.
After shaking Ning Fengzhi's hand amicably, Fu Ye turned his gaze toward Chen Xin.
"Brother Chen Xin, how about we make a deal?"
In the end, he still intended to poach the future pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Of course, Fu Ye would not truly restrict his personal freedom.
"Lord Fu Ye Mian, please speak freely."
"If you dare call me 'Lord' again, don't blame me for beating you up. Sit up straight and say it again."
"Cough, cough. Brother Fu Ye, please speak freely."
"Wouldn't this have been better from the start? I'm so young, why call me 'Lord'?"
Fu Ye had finally used friendly means to thoroughly settle Chen Xin's form of address.
"I'll find you the ninth spirit ring best suited to you, but you have to help me watch the shop for the next fifty years. How about it?"
Help watch the shop for fifty years in exchange for finding him the ninth spirit ring best suited to him?
If anyone else had said that to him, he would never have believed it. But coming from Fu Ye's mouth, he found himself believing it.
Ning Fengzhi, who sat nearby, was interested as well. Finding the ninth spirit ring most suitable for a Titled Douluo—what an incredibly difficult matter. Yet this man spoke of it so casually.
Before coming here, he had already investigated. A Ninety-Thousand-Year Level Earth Demon Dragon dwelled in a mountain range in the northwest, and this was one of the bargaining chips he had brought to recruit Chen Xin.
"There is no need for a ninth spirit ring. As long as Brother Fu Ye says the word, I, Chen Xin, will naturally guard this place."
Hm, smart. He had narrowly avoided a beating.
"Forget it. With your physique, it'll be hard to find the spirit ring best suited to you, whether in the forest or the ocean."
"You may be thinking of finding a soul beast with the strongest possible attack power and the highest possible ring age to absorb, but such blind absorption will only waste your talent."
As for Sword Douluo, Fu Ye felt that his ending had indeed been regrettable. A generation's Super Douluo had died on the eve of victory.
"But soul masters have always absorbed spirit rings this way. Finding a spirit ring truly suited to oneself is already difficult, let alone a ninth spirit ring with such a high ring age."
Ning Fengzhi could no longer sit still. Fu Ye had said he could help Sword Douluo obtain a perfect ninth spirit ring, which meant his strength was likely even greater than Sword Douluo's!
Combined with Sword Douluo having addressed Fu Ye as "Lord," his strength was definitely at the level of a Titled Douluo.
But he had also said he was only eighteen. Did an eighteen-year-old Titled Douluo truly exist in this world?
Fu Ye did not say much. In any case, he had plenty of God-bestowed Spirit Rings. Taking out one or two would not matter much. At the very least, he would gain someone to watch the shop for him. There was no reason to refuse a free helper.
After all, although he had a Limit Douluo Puppet, it would only carry out commands and could not even speak. It was fine for fighting, but it looked far too stiff when watching the shop.
Fu Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Call out that bone of yours to have something to eat. Aren't you tired of keeping him hidden all this time?"
Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Ning Fengzhi's pupils abruptly widened. Yet in the next instant, Fu Ye directly reached out, tore open a gap in space, and dragged out a young man dressed in gray-black clothing.
It was clear that Fu Ye's move had frightened him.
"Xiao Li, are there any private rooms left? There are a few more people now."
After hearing Fu Ye, Xiao Li directly led them to the third floor. The private rooms on the second floor were already occupied by guests drinking and chatting, while one private room remained vacant on the third floor.
As they headed toward the third floor, Fu Ye saw Liu Erlong, who had just joined the place as a server. She had already changed into the Gathering Fragrance Pavilion uniform.
When she saw Fu Ye, her eyes widened as well. She had never expected to encounter him under such circumstances.
"We meet again, Young Master."
A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Fu Ye's lips. He had not expected Liu Erlong to apply for a position at his establishment.
However, before Liu Erlong could speak, Fu Ye entered the private room with Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.
Gu Rong was tossed directly onto a seat, while Ning Fengzhi's expression had become somewhat unnatural, no longer carrying the calmness and confidence he had shown at the start.
When Chen Xin saw Gu Rong, he was first surprised, then curious, since he knew Gu Rong.
Gu Rong trembled all over as he slumped in his chair. Fu Ye possessed the Dragon God Bloodline, and its suppression of dragon-type Martial Souls was no trifling matter.
"Brother Fu Ye, may I ask what kind of soul beast you mentioned would help Chen Xin obtain his ninth spirit ring?"
Ning Fengzhi had finally calmed down. Even Gu Rong, a Level 89 Soul Douluo, had been easily defeated by Fu Ye. Worrying further was useless, so he might as well ask directly.
Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Fu Ye turned his gilded golden eyes toward him.
"For me, there is no need to hunt soul beasts. There are two ways to obtain spirit rings in this world. Hunting soul beasts is merely one of them."
Fu Ye knew that those who had never come into contact with divine inheritances did not understand God-bestowed Spirit Rings.
"Hm? Don't soul masters cultivate by absorbing soul beasts' spirit rings to advance and acquire soul skills?"
Ning Fengzhi was confused as well. He had read extensively for more than a decade, yet he had never heard of another method for obtaining spirit rings.
Only then did Fu Ye begin explaining it to Ning Fengzhi.
"There is something called a God-bestowed Spirit Ring. Only those who have come into contact with a god's inheritance have the chance to encounter such a thing. Generally speaking, this kind of spirit ring is the most suitable for humans."
"It will shape a soul skill based on what the soul master currently lacks, and a God-bestowed Spirit Ring will also condense a corresponding ring age according to the limits of the human body. As long as one's physique and willpower are sufficient, even raising it to a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring is not impossible."
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