Douluo: So You're the Theoretical Master?

"Rest assured, our Research Institute has some expertise in treatment as well."

Not only was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect itself the continent's foremost support-type sect, but it had also recruited some support-type Soul Masters, including healing specialists.

The Research Institute regularly tinkered with all kinds of medicines, including quite a few for treatment. Many had been tested extensively at various academies, producing a great deal of data.

Chrysanthemum Douluo sent some Soul Power into Hu Liena, allowing her to recover a little.

"Then... we'll trouble you!!"

Though his tone was stiff, he had still made his meaning clear.

He obviously understood that leaving while carrying someone away like this was not a good choice.

Nor was this the time to fall out with them.

"No need. It was our responsibility to begin with."

A bit of medical resources was nothing to Ning Qinghe, who was exceptionally generous.

It was just that, in their eyes, he looked a little too punchable. He waved a hand to signal the people around him.

Someone from the Five Departments immediately dispatched personnel, while the Research Institute prepared its highest-grade medical solution.

Those who had been trembling with fear at the scene finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that the Martial Soul Hall Saintess didn't actually kick the bucket.

Yan and Xie Yue in particular finally let down their guard.

On one hand, Hu Liena was alright. On the other, they themselves had survived.

"Poison Douluo, Your Excellency."

His gaze turned toward Dugu Bo. He did not continue speaking, but his attitude was obvious.

"Hmph."

Dugu Bo did not say anything else.

With a cold snort, he let the two of them go.

However, he did not lower his guard. If anything happened later, these two would be the first to suffer.

This left the two members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation feeling utterly stifled, as if they should never have come on this trip.

Once Hu Liena's safety had been confirmed, the Extreme Research Institute's medical personnel swiftly appeared and took her away. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, still worried, followed them.

"We'll leave that side to you."

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Fengzhi left the spectator stands and headed over with Gu Rong.

He could not rest easy with those two in there, but he could not exactly forbid them from following either.

Ning Qinghe was not suited to go, so only he could do it.

After Gu Rong nodded, the group departed immediately.

Only poor Xie Yue and Yan were left behind, looking pitifully on as though they had been forgotten.

"You did well, kid."

Only after everyone had left did Chen Xin speak.

He glanced at the ruined arena, which could now be discarded, and offered a word of praise.

He was one of the rare few who praised others.

Seeing a junior he appreciated grow into such talent, he felt deeply gratified.

"This is only the beginning."

"In the end, I'll still have to rely on my two grandfathers!"

Ning Qinghe shook his head with a helpless expression.

As though knocking down the strongest Holy Maiden among his generation in Spirit Hall

was something perfectly ordinary.

"You brat."

"What we should be paying attention to now is those people. Fengzhi deliberately left this opportunity for you."

Chen Xin had long grown accustomed to Ning Qinghe's "humble" and "showing-off" manner.

He lifted his chin toward the spectator stands in the distance.

Over there, quite a few people had already fixed their attention firmly on Ning Qinghe.

For various reasons, they had not approached to join the excitement yet, lest they cause misunderstandings.

Yet they were also unwilling to give up the chance to go over and speak with him.

This is the power gained from absorbing powerful Spirit Rings.

A first Spirit Ring of over three thousand years, and a second Spirit Ring of fifteen thousand years!!

Many people hoped that they, or their descendants, could achieve such a sight.

Perhaps future Soul Masters would be the favored children of the age. In the future, one might not even dare call oneself a genius without absorbing a thousand-year Spirit Ring.

And they were already nearing obsolescence, left only with the possibility of burning themselves out for the next generation.

They had become relics of the old era, witnesses to the old era's final curtain call!!!

Even as they felt sorrowful, they calculated their gains and losses. People from every major power had their own schemes, and they understood that such an ability could not possibly be spread on a comprehensive scale.

After all, resources and Soul Beasts were both limited.

But they could not simply do nothing. Once others possessed it while they themselves did not, they would have to suffer calamities for no reason.

It would not only be their old enemies with grudges against them. Even newly risen powers that developed through this ability could provoke conflicts and wars.

For a time, everyone had a headache~~

A headache over how to get their hands on it.

Prince Dai Luoge of the Star Luo Empire was particularly troubled. He was one of the Star Luo Empire's few princes.

His talent in Soul Power could only be called average—rank six. At his current age, he was merely a Soul Saint, having only barely broken through with the Star Luo Empire's resources.

With his talent, he had almost no hope of breaking through to Spirit Douluo. Nor was there anyone with whom he could achieve Martial Soul Fusion, so his strength could only be considered mediocre. That was precisely why he had survived the previous struggle for the throne.

Now, he understood the power of this cultivation method and its limitless potential.

Given the circumstances of the major powers, they could certainly return and study it properly. With an idea in hand, results would surely follow, but that would take time. Starting several years behind others might mean falling behind for an entire lifetime.

Besides, would their research not continue to advance?

The Star Luo Empire absolutely could not fall behind others!!!

At this moment, Dai Luoge was expressionless, but the possibility of cooperating with the Extreme Research Institute flashed repeatedly through his mind.

An really gave me a troublesome matter this time!!

Perhaps I can't escape this time. Let me make one final contribution to the empire!!

Dai Luoge's gaze could not help but sweep toward the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family members in the distance.

If there was anyone present he least wanted to see cooperating with the Research Institute, it would undoubtedly be the Heaven Dou Empire.

But just thinking about it made clear that such a possibility was impossible.

The Tiandou crown prince and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master were master and disciple, while the Extreme Research Institute belonged to Ning Fengzhi's son. Even without mentioning those ties, judging purely by the distance between them, there was no way they would not cooperate.

I must make this cooperation happen. If I can't make it happen, then I'll make war happen!!!

Dai Luoge recalled the hint his younger brother, the emperor, had given him.

After learning of the strength Ning Qinghe had displayed, he knew that hint had taken effect.

If he failed, he would suffer terribly upon returning.

Rather than receive an even harsher punishment after returning, he would rather make a grand sacrifice here for the Star Luo Empire.

He had lived long enough. This time, it should be his turn.

Even with the resolve to die already in his heart, Dai Luoge did not reveal any emotion. He was every inch the seasoned old hand of the political world.

When he saw Ning Qinghe had already resolved the trouble in the arena, leapt into the spectator stands, and was heading toward them, he even adjusted his state and stepped forward to meet him!!!

Looking at Ning Qinghe approaching him,

Dai Luoge could not help but sigh. Every generation brought forth new talents; the new replaced the old.

The great waves would ultimately wash him away.

What came next—this young man's attitude—would determine whether he lived or died.

Born into the noble imperial clan, this was the second time he had truly come close to death.

The first time had been when his younger imperial brother ascended the throne and killed several of their brothers in succession.

The last time, the one who determined whether he lived or died had been his younger imperial brother.