Clearing My Name (Part 1)

Yu Xiaogang did not answer Ning Rongrong; one cannot speak recklessly about matters without evidence, even if it is merely a simple suspicion.

This matter could very likely implicate the relationship between two sects, especially given the extremely malicious nature of grave robbing.

"Rongrong, I hope you can invite this little fellow named Li Tianyi over; we need to ask him a few questions."

Ning Rongrong hesitated. She did not know Li Tianyi very well; at most, they had only met a few times. Ever since she made a fool of herself last time by failing to lift the Green Steel Sword, she had begun to cultivate diligently.

"This... I am not familiar with him. Perhaps if you go with me, Third Brother, you might be able to invite him. After all, you two could be considered comrades-in-arms."

Dai Mubai rubbed his chin, then turned to look at Ma Hongjun.

"Fatty, why don't you go meet this Li Tianyi as well? We have nothing else to do anyway; let's go see how much weight this disciple of Sword Douluo really carries."

Ma Hongjun waved his hands hurriedly.

"Boss Dai, I won't go and embarrass myself. I'm doing just fine at the academy! Hehe!"

"Enough nonsense!"

Dai Mubai pinched the fatty's ear and dragged him toward the door.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Boss Dai, I'll go, alright!"

Seeing the fatty being dragged away, Zhu Zhuqing walked to Ning Rongrong's side.

"Let's go. We also want to see what kind of ability this little fellow has, to make even Yu Tianxin and the others feel he is no simple character!"

After bidding farewell to Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang and the others, the Shrek Five Monsters boarded a carriage and headed toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Martial Soul Hall, Assembly Hall.

Bibi Dong had already finished announcing the Soul Hunting Operation and her successor to the Martial Soul Hall.

"Next, there is one more matter. After deliberation by the elders of Martial Soul Hall, in the upcoming operations, once this person is discovered, you must capture him alive and bring him back!"

As she spoke, Bibi Dong snapped her fingers, and a rough sketch of a young child appeared in the hands of everyone present.

"A six-year-old child?"

The people present looked at one another, once suspecting that Bibi Dong was playing a trick on them.

"Your Majesty Pope, we are mobilizing nearly ten thousand soul masters this time. We should be sweeping away all obstacles and letting our iron cavalry trample these sects. But to specifically single out a minor, I fear..."

Before Bibi Dong could speak, Hu Liena stepped forward first.

"I know you are confused as to why this little brat is worth the attention of our Martial Soul Hall. You might not believe it if I say it, but at his young age, he broke out of the Slaughter City with me and obtained the Slaughter God's Domain. Such a prodigy will surely be able to train more children just like him."

"What did you say? He escaped the Slaughter City at six years old! Holy Maiden, it is not that I doubt you, but look at everyone here—how many possess a domain?"

A conservative elder of Martial Soul Hall asked, and everyone present knew how rare and precious a domain was.

There was the Stasis Domain of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, the Slaughter God's Domain of Bibi Dong and Hu Liena, and the Angel Domain of the previous Pope Qian Xunji and his father Qian Daoliu. Among so many people in Martial Soul Hall, only six had obtained a domain.

A place like the Slaughter City had only produced eight Slaughter Gods; whether one could survive was a massive challenge for them, let alone a child.

Even if he had crossed the Hell Road by stepping on Hu Liena's shoulders, what about the Hell Slaughter Arena? Facing ten soul masters simultaneously, even a Title Douluo would have to be cautious, extremely cautious. This little brat would clearly have ended up as a corpse in the Slaughter City.

The others also did not believe that a six-year-old child could walk out of the Slaughter City alive.

Seeing them chattering away, Bibi Dong slammed her Pope Scepter onto the ground, and a wave of power instantly swept across the hall.

"Silence! Whether it is true or false, we will know once he is captured. You only need to keep an eye out and capture him."

Since the Pope had spoken, the others dared not say more.

"Yes!"

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the sect's Graveyard Mountain; Ling Chen's Hundred Demon Shadow Clone had arrived here once again.

There were now two guards at the entrance of the Graveyard Mountain, and rows of people were patrolling the mountain itself.

Ling Chen had not expected that they would start patrolling and guarding before nightfall. He could only say that the commotion he caused was a bit too large; although it did not cause actual economic loss to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, it was undoubtedly a provocation to them.

"It seems the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is untouchable for the time being; I should hide for now..."

As the clone slipped into the shadows, it wasn't long before it crawled back out and appeared beside Ling Chen. At this moment, the clone was not grave robbing, so there was no difference in attire from Ling Chen.

"How is it? You believe me now, right?"

The two Ling Chens looked at the Shrek Five Monsters with an innocent expression.

The clone Ling Chen displayed split into ten, flickering continuously within the phantom images.

"Is this your limit?"

Tang San questioned, though he already had a rough answer in his heart; a century-old Soul Ring could not possibly produce 100 clones.

Ling Chen pointed at himself, looking at Tang San with an incredulous expression.

"You mean to say I can produce 100, or 1,000 clones!"

For a level 16 soul master, the soul power required to produce 100 clones was absolutely not something a little brat like him could achieve.

Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai stood to the side without speaking. Upon seeing Ling Chen, they did not feel that he was as formidable as the rumors suggested.

"Can you use your clones to have a spar with us?"

Zhu Zhuqing happened to be skilled with clones as well and could take this opportunity to test the strength of Ling Chen's clones.

"Fine! Let's go, to the Battle Tower."

Ling Chen knew they had come with ill intent; he figured Yu Xiaogang had discovered his grave-robbing activities and was now testing him bit by bit.

Standing on the arena stage, Ling Chen pulled a 40-jin iron sword from his Soul Tool. This was a form of punishment from Chen Xin; for a child his age to be up to no good and stalking others, adding 10 jin was meant to help Ling Chen learn his lesson.

Seeing that Ling Chen did not use his sword Martial Soul, Tang San was somewhat puzzled.

"Rongrong, what's the deal with his sword?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

"You aren't going to use your Martial Soul?"

Zhu Zhuqing narrowed her eyes, not understanding what Ling Chen was planning.

Ling Chen speechlessly gripped the iron sword with both hands and handed it to his clone.

"Didn't you say we were going to have a match using clones? Why are you bringing out your Martial Soul now?"

Zhu Zhuqing rubbed her forehead, feeling that Ling Chen was a bit dense.

"My Soul Skill, Nether Shadow Clone, is granted by a thousand-year Soul Ring. If you don't use your full strength as a child, I'm afraid you'll find it hard to parry."

Hearing this, Ling Chen looked at Zhu Zhuqing as if she were an idiot.

Was she mistaken? He was currently a person of suspicion; if she could instantly defeat his clone, his level of suspicion would naturally decrease.

Furthermore, did she think he didn't want to use his Martial Soul? If he could use his Martial Soul, who would choose to fight with such a heavy iron sword? He would have just used the Green Steel Sword to swat Zhu Zhuqing away and end the fight immediately.