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"Hello, I'm Ning Fengzhi, the Young Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. May I ask who you are?"

Huh? So this was Ning Fengzhi, that old fox. Turns out he had just been trying to recruit Sword Douluo.

Still, the old man's father only had another year or two left to live. His health had been poor, which was why he had only fathered Ning Fengzhi—but fortunately, Ning Fengzhi had proven himself capable.

Ning Fengzhi was about the same age as Fu Ye, only three years older, yet he was already a genuine high-level Soul King.

Fu Ye felt that if not for the restriction preventing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from cultivating to Soul Douluo, Ning Fengzhi would have been the most dazzling prodigy of this era.

"Hello, I'm Fu Ye, the owner of this Gathering Fragrance Pavilion."

Fu Ye held Ning Fengzhi in high regard when it came to talent, but he had no comment on the man's character.

What merchant who played business wars had a clean heart? Still, Fu Ye only ran an ordinary little restaurant, so he had never crossed paths with Ning Fengzhi, that fox, over making money.

After shaking hands amicably with Ning Fengzhi, Fu Ye turned his gaze to 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 had no intention of truly restricting the man's freedom.

"Please speak freely, Your Excellency Fu Ye."

"If you dare call me 'Your Excellency' again, don't blame me for beating you up. Say it properly."

"Ahem. Brother Fu Ye, please speak freely."

"Wouldn't this have been better from the start? I'm so young—why call me 'Your Excellency'?"

Fu Ye had finally resolved Chen Xin's manner of address through friendly means.

"I'll find you the ninth Spirit Ring best suited to you, but you'll help me watch the shop for the next fifty years. How about it?"

Help watch the shop for the next fifty years, and in exchange, Fu Ye would find 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 completely.

Ning Fengzhi, seated nearby, was intrigued as well. Finding a ninth Spirit Ring perfectly suited to a Titled Douluo was extraordinarily difficult, yet this man spoke of it so casually.

Before coming here, he had already investigated the matter. An Earth Demon Dragon around ninety thousand years old dwelled in a mountain range in the northwest. That was one of the bargaining chips he had prepared to recruit Chen Xin.

"There is no need for a ninth Spirit Ring. So long as Brother Fu Ye gives the word, I, Chen Xin, will protect this place."

Mm, smart. He had narrowly avoided a beating.

"Forget it. With your physique, it would be difficult to find the Spirit Ring most suitable for you, whether in forests or in the sea."

"You may be thinking of finding a soul beast with the strongest possible attack power and the highest possible cultivation to absorb, but such blind absorption would only waste your talent."

Fu Ye felt that Sword Douluo's ending had truly been regrettable. A Super Douluo had died on the eve of victory.

"But that has always been how Soul Masters absorb Spirit Rings. Finding one truly suited to oneself is already difficult, let alone a ninth Spirit Ring with such a high cultivation."

Ning Fengzhi could no longer sit still. Fu Ye claimed he could help Sword Douluo obtain a perfect ninth Spirit Ring—didn't that mean his strength might be even greater than Sword Douluo's?

And Sword Douluo had called Fu Ye "Your Excellency" earlier. His strength had to be at the level of a Titled Douluo.

Yet 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 more. He had plenty of God-bestowed Spirit Rings anyway; taking out one or two was no big deal. At least he would get 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 could only carry out commands and could not even speak. It was fine in a fight, but it looked far too stiff watching a shop.

Fu Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Call out that bone of yours and have him eat something. Aren't you tired of keeping him hidden all this time?"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils abruptly widened at Fu Ye's words. The next moment, however, Fu Ye directly tore open a rift in space, reached inside, and dragged out a young man dressed in gray-black clothes.

It was clear that Fu Ye's move had frightened him badly.

"Xiao Li, are there any private rooms left? There are a few more people now."

Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Xiao Li immediately led them to the third floor. The private rooms on the second floor were already occupied by guests drinking and chatting, while one empty private room remained on the third floor.

On the way to the third floor, Fu Ye saw Liu Erlong, who had just joined the establishment 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 meet him under such circumstances.

"We meet again, Little 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 job at his restaurant.

But before Liu Erlong could speak, Fu Ye entered the private room with Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

Gu Rong was tossed directly into a seat, while Ning Fengzhi's expression had become somewhat unnatural. The calmness and confidence he had shown at first were gone.

When Chen Xin saw Gu Rong, he was first surprised, then curious, because he knew Gu Rong.

Gu Rong trembled all over as he slumped in the chair. Fu Ye possessed the Dragon God Bloodline, and its suppression of dragon-type martial souls was no trivial 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 finally calmed down. Even Gu Rong, an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo, had been effortlessly defeated by Fu Ye. Worrying any further was useless, so he might as well ask directly.

Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's question, Fu Ye turned his gilded golden eyes toward him.

"As for me, I don't 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 a divine inheritance had no understanding of God-bestowed Spirit Rings.

"Hm? Doesn't a soul master cultivate by absorbing soul beast Spirit Rings to advance and obtain soul skills?"

Ning Fengzhi was confused as well. After all, he had read extensively for more than a decade, yet he had never heard of another method for obtaining Spirit Rings.

Only now 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 a 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 according to what the soul master currently lacks. Moreover, a God-bestowed Spirit Ring will condense an appropriate Spirit Ring age based on 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."