Return to the Spirit Hall

Ning Rongrong said, "Looks like you didn't win her over. What a waste of such a good opportunity."

As soon as Ning Rongrong finished speaking, Bai Ying lightly coughed, breaking the awkward silence in the air. He slowly said, his voice gentle yet carrying a trace of helplessness, "Matters of the heart aren't that simple." His words seemed to carry some deeper meaning, leaving everyone unable to figure him out.

Shui Bing'er's face flushed even more, as though a sunset had been reflected on her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, afraid to look directly at Bai Ying, while her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, revealing her shyness and unease.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu watched from the side and couldn't help exchanging smiles. A mischievous glint flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes as she lightly patted Shui Bing'er's shoulder and teased, "Shui Bing'er, you'd better be careful. He's a big bad wolf, not a good person."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Zhuqing, if you put it that way, won't you make our Mr. Bai Ying sad?"

Bai Ying helplessly shook his head. He walked over to Shui Bing'er, gently reached out, and finally rested his hand on her hair, tenderly rubbing her head.

"Bing'er, don't listen to their nonsense."

"I'm a good man, not a bad guy. Don't let them lead you astray."

After chatting like this for a while, Shui Bing'er left, while Bai Ying, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and the others continued toward Spirit City.

Spirit City. I've finally returned.

Bai Ying shouted excitedly.

"Old man, old man, I'm back! Did you miss me?"

Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was sitting in a spacious, brightly lit study.

Suddenly, a hurried series of footsteps broke the study's tranquility, and Bai Ying came barging in.

"Old man! Old man!" Bai Ying shouted as he rushed straight to Qian Daoliu's side, placing both hands on his shoulders. His face was full of smugness and excitement.

Qian Daoliu was startled by the sudden movement, and the ancient book in his hands nearly fell. He helplessly shook his head and looked fondly at the mischievous boy. "You're the only one who dares speak to me like that. If it were anyone else, I'd have them thrown out already."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ying giggled and smugly blinked. "That's because you love me the most, old man."

Qian Daoliu fondly flicked Bai Ying on the nose and laughed. "You're always so glib. Tell me, what brought you back this time?"

Bai Ying gave him a mysterious smile and leaned close to Qian Daoliu's ear. In a low voice, he said, "I came back with some good news for you this time. Guess what it is."

Qian Daoliu found Bai Ying's mysterious act rather amusing. He shook his head and laughed. "You're always so secretive whenever you come back. Fine, I'll take a guess. Did you get into trouble again, or has your cultivation broken through?"

"To be more precise, I did get into trouble. But from another perspective, it's actually a good thing."

"I killed Yu Luomian, one of the three Titled Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly widened, and the expression on his face instantly froze as turbulent emotions surged within him. He looked at Bai Ying in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly. "You... you killed Yu Luomian? That Titled Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Bai Ying smugly smiled and nodded, as though it were an insignificant matter. He said casually, "That's right, old man. You really do understand me best. On my way back, I happened to take care of this problem. That old bastard Yu Luomian had always wanted to act against our Spirit Hall. I merely dealt with him ahead of time."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He looked at Bai Ying, complicated emotions flickering in his eyes: shock, worry, and even a trace of pride. He knew that his grandson had always been a gifted and courageous genius, but this incident still left him shaken.

Qian Daoliu furrowed his brows tightly, his voice carrying a faint tremor that was difficult to detect. "You... have you really become strong enough to fight a Titled Douluo?" His gaze remained fixed on Bai Ying, as though searching for an answer.

Yu Luomian might not have been particularly powerful among Titled Douluo, but he was still a Titled Douluo.

"Tell me how you killed him. Quickly."

Bai Ying smiled faintly, a trace of confidence flashing through his eyes. He extended his hand, and a small Soul Tool appeared in his palm, glowing with a faint light. He lightly pressed it, and the Soul Tool suddenly brightened as a fierce aura radiated from it.

"I used this." Bai Ying spoke softly as he suddenly swung the Soul Tool forward.

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light burst from the Soul Tool, like a blade capable of cleaving space, striking directly into the air ahead. Under the beam's slash, the air actually developed a clear crack, as though it had been split open by a sharp blade.

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened as he stared at the crack the beam had left in the air, huge waves surging through his heart. He knew that this Soul Tool's power was far from ordinary. For it to give Bai Ying the strength to fight a Titled Douluo at such a young age was simply inconceivable.

Moreover, Soul Tool technology had been completely lost in ancient times. Although there were still some Soul Tools on Douluo Continent, they were all ordinary and simple ones. Soul Tools with such terrifying power had never appeared before.

"This... is this your Soul Tool?" Qian Daoliu's voice trembled faintly. He could not imagine just how powerful this Soul Tool truly was.

Bai Ying smugly smiled and nodded. "That's right. This is a treasure I obtained recently. With it, even a Titled Douluo won't be my opponent."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath as he looked at Bai Ying, growing more and more curious about his abilities.

He had descended from the heavens, possessed Twin Martial Souls, and now even had Soul Tool technology.

Qian Daoliu was now seriously wondering whether the child he had picked up was actually a monster.

"And that's not all. I've already completed the third trial of the Asura Nine Trials. The fourth trial requires me to go to the City of Slaughter and obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain. I plan to head to the City of Slaughter and complete the fourth trial immediately after the All-Continent Elite Spirit Master Competition ends. Also, my Soul Power has already broken through to level fifty, and I obtained a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring. I just haven't absorbed it yet."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's blood pressure rose again, and he blurted out, "You passed the third trial of the Asura God's trials? When did divine trials become so easy?"

Bai Ying laughed smugly. "Haha, old man, don't underestimate me. I've been working very hard, you know? To pass the Asura God's trial, I put in a tremendous amount of effort. Besides, the Asura God's trials were never something ordinary people could pass. This is proof of my strength."

Qian Daoliu looked at Bai Ying's smug expression, and a wave of comfort rose in his heart. He knew that his grandson was not only exceptionally talented but also extremely hardworking. That was what made him proudest.

"Good, good, good!" Qian Daoliu praised him repeatedly. "You really haven't disappointed me. Since you've passed the Asura God's third trial, you'll surely complete the fourth one smoothly as well. But remember, no matter when, you must remain humble and cautious. Never let temporary pride go to your head."

"Old man, I want to establish my own sect, the Spirit Sect."

"You're planning to establish your own faction, aren't you? Are you planning to betray the Spirit Hall?"

As he spoke, he heavily tapped Bai Ying on the forehead. Bai Ying immediately cried out, "That hurt! Go easy, old man."

Bai Ying covered his throbbing forehead and looked at Qian Daoliu with both amusement and exasperation, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. Helplessly, he said, "Old man, what kind of logic is that? Who said I wanted to establish my own faction? I'm your biological grandson, and I grew up in the Spirit Hall all these years. You still don't trust me?"

"I only want to participate in the competition in my own way. If I participate under the name of the Spirit Hall, there probably won't be any challenge."

Qian Daoliu looked at Bai Ying's aggrieved expression and couldn't help finding it amusing. He knew his grandson was deliberately teasing him to ease the atmosphere. So he lightly patted Bai Ying's shoulder and said with a smile, "All right, all right. I know you're just teasing me. But establishing your own sect isn't a small matter. You need to think it through carefully."

"There's no need to think it over. I can guarantee that this isn't something I'm saying on a whim. It's something I truly intend to do in the future."

"As for the sect, regarding personnel and elders, my current choice is Senior Dugu Bo. After all, I personally invited him over, so I trust him. Oh, right, our sect's main business will be producing Soul Tools. As long as we can manufacture a few Soul Tools with truly terrifying power, we won't have to worry about lacking connections."

"Most of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has already become mine. Once we cooperate with your replacement plan, old man, we can definitely take down the Heaven Dou Empire without bloodshed."

"You've already planned this out, haven't you?"

"All right. I'll give you money if you need money and people if you need people. Happy now?"

"Thanks, old man. I still have things to take care of. I'll tell you more after some time."

"All right. Then cultivate properly during this period. Don't slack off, understand?"

"Don't worry, old man. What kind of person do you think I am? Do I look like someone who would slack off?"

"I'm leaving now. I won't talk to you anymore."

In the square of the Spirit Hall.

"You old poisoner, how dare you hit me? Are you tired of living?"

"You, Ju Hua Guan, I'm currently a worshipper of the Spirit Hall. In terms of status and position, you're beneath me. Besides, my Soul Power is no weaker than yours now."

That was what they called having one rank higher and crushing the one beneath.