All the Worthies Gathered, Young and Old Alike

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan corresponded to the Zhen Hexagram. Chen Feng had already suspected as much.

The only thing he had not been able to determine was whether the quality of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master's blood met the Tai Chi Bagua Sword's standards, and how much would be needed to restore the Zhen Hexagram.

But now, Chen Feng was certain. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters' blood could restore the Zhen Hexagram.

However, it required roughly the blood of three hundred people!

And that estimate had been calculated using the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader as the benchmark.

The result weighed heavily on Chen Feng's heart.

As the most powerful Lightning Attribute spirit on the continent in this era, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon had not reached the absolute extreme in lightning, but it was already considered outstanding.

If even their blood required at least three hundred people's worth to restore the Zhen Hexagram on the Tai Chi Bagua Sword, then how much blood would it take to completely restore the entire Tai Chi Bagua Sword?

His spirit was called the Tai Chi Bagua Sword. It should have been upright and balanced, so why did Chen Feng feel such a sinister aura from it?

Could this be a Demonic Sword?

Could it be that the proper way to use the Tai Chi Bagua Sword was actually the path Chen Feng had considered at the very beginning—slaughtering everyone in the world?

I'll fucking kill, kill, kill, kill, kill?

No, he could not give up struggling so easily.

You want me to walk this path? Then I refuse! I'll carve out a path of my own!

Seeing Chen Feng's ever-changing expression, Grandmaster asked worriedly,

"Xiao Feng, how is it? Is there anyone who can restore your spirit?"

"None of them are enough," Chen Feng said heavily.

"This..." Grandmaster exchanged a glance with Flender. "As expected, it wasn't that simple."

"However, there may be one person closest to that threshold."

"Who?" Grandmaster asked.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master, Yu Yuanzhen. His blood is most likely capable of restoring part of my spirit," Chen Feng answered in a low voice.

"But how could a dignified sect master possibly give his blood to someone else?" Tang San spoke up from the side.

Flender glanced at Grandmaster and said,

"That's right. If he were an ordinary Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member, perhaps we could buy his blood with money. But that old sect master would definitely never do such a thing."

If the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects sold his blood, he would be utterly humiliated if word got out.

Flender himself could do it. As long as the money was enough, it was only blood. They could draw as much as they wanted, so long as they did not drain him to death.

Unfortunately, Flender clearly did not meet the requirements.

"Yes, that sect master would never do such a thing." Grandmaster's expression was complicated. "But could we make up for it with quantity?"

"If they're ordinary Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters, then the amount of blood needed would be far too great." Chen Feng sighed softly.

"What should we do?" Grandmaster was troubled. "Must you, too, be stuck at a certain realm like me?"

He did not want to see that happen. He had experienced it himself and knew just how much pain came from being unable to break through.

And Chen Feng was even more gifted than him, whether in scholarship or cultivation. If someone like him fell into a bottleneck, he might very well be ruined completely, or take a dark path out of despair.

Perhaps I need to return home, Grandmaster silently made his decision.

Back when he had left the clan, it had been because his spirit had undergone a malignant mutation and could not be improved. Remaining in the clan would only have brought ridicule from his clansmen and shame upon his father, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But now, Grandmaster had decided that as long as Chen Feng's method could produce even the slightest effect, he would return to the clan and ask his father for blood.

He would use improving his own spirit as an excuse!

That way, Grandmaster believed his father would agree.

That's settled! Grandmaster's gaze became resolute.

Chen Feng did not notice the change in Grandmaster's expression. He had no idea how he could obtain Yu Yuanzhen's blood, so he temporarily gave up on restoring the Zhen Hexagram and decided to put it off.

The commotion he had caused this time had not merely lured in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It had also drawn another person.

That person was standing alone at the academy gate, currently triggering a resonance from the Tai Chi Bagua Sword. The intensity of that resonance surpassed everyone present and might have been on the same level as Yu Yuanzhen's.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

And the resonance he triggered corresponded to the Dui Gua of the Tai Chi Bagua Sword!

Dui was marsh, the lair of snakes!

"Why is this person here?"

Outside the academy, Chen Xin frowned as he looked at Dugu Bo, who had appeared alone.

"If this man hadn't come, that would be the strange thing." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

"Why?" Chen Xin did not understand.

Ning Fengzhi wore an amused smile but did not explain. There were too many people around, and some matters were inconvenient to discuss.

But inwardly, he felt that Chen Feng was truly sly. He had ended the thesis at the most crucial point, refusing to provide a solution to Poison Attribute backlash. How could Dugu Bo possibly endure that?

Ning Fengzhi did not know about the hidden danger in Dugu Bo's spirit, but he knew that after seeing that thesis, Dugu Bo, who had spent his entire life playing with poison, would certainly be drawn here regardless of his reasons.

His gaze swept across the people gathered outside Nuoding Academy, who did not dare make any rash moves after seeing Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

The Star Luo Empire's imperial family, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Four Element Academy, Dugu Bo, even the Li Yu Min Three Clans under the Clear Sky Sect, as well as Ghost Douluo sent by Spirit Hall, and more besides.

It truly was a gathering of all the worthies, young and old alike.

And they were all Beast Spirits—no, they should be called Biological Spirits. Ning Fengzhi silently observed the various factions.

So many forces had gathered in tiny Nuoding City. Even "bringing glory to this humble place" was insufficient to describe it.

The young gatekeeper from earlier had long since run off to who knew where.

The academy's teachers and students had also hidden inside the teaching building, poking their heads out to see what was happening.

"Everyone, what brings you here?" Ning Fengzhi was the first to speak with a smile.

The Star Luo Empire's Senior Steward first bowed to Chen Xin in respect, then said,

"We have come under His Majesty's orders to invite Sir Chen Feng to Star Luo Royal Academy. Sect Master Ning, what do you and Sword Douluo mean by blocking the gate?"

"Could it be... that this Grandmaster Chen Feng is somehow related to Sword Douluo?" Yu Luomian asked with a frown.

If that was the case, then everyone present had likely made the trip for nothing.

An academic grandmaster capable of researching the Spirit Evolution Theory was certainly valuable.

But an academic grandmaster with no backing and one supported by a Title Douluo were entirely different matters.

What do you readers think of the manga's Three Earth Sects setting? It feels like it was created solely to justify the romance between the little fatty and Xiangxiang—making an entire platter of dumplings just for a dish of vinegar.