Yu Xiaogang didn't answer Ning Rongrong. They couldn't make baseless accusations, even if it was only a suspicion.
This matter could very well affect the relationship between two clans, especially since tomb-robbing was an exceptionally vile crime.
"Rongrong, I hope you can bring this young fellow named Li Tianyi over. We need to ask him a few questions."
Ning Rongrong hesitated. She didn't know Li Tianyi very well; at most, they'd met a few times. Ever since she'd embarrassed herself by failing to lift the Green Steel Sword, she'd started training hard.
"Um... I'm not close to him. Maybe if you came with me, Third Brother, we could ask him to come. After all, you two could be considered comrades."
Dai Mubai rubbed his chin, then turned to Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty, why don't you come meet this Li Tianyi, too? We've got nothing else to do, so let's see what Sword Douluo's disciple is made of."
Ma Hongjun hurriedly waved his hands.
"Boss Dai, I'll pass. I don't want to make a fool of myself. I'm doing just fine at the academy! Hehe!"
"Quit the nonsense!"
Dai Mubai grabbed Fatty by the ear and dragged him toward the door.
"Ow, ow, ow! Boss Dai, I'll go, all right?"
Seeing Fatty dragged away, Zhu Zhuqing came over to Ning Rongrong.
"Let's go. We'd like to see just what this young fellow can do, if even Yu Tianxin and the others think he's no ordinary person!"
After saying goodbye to Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang and the others, the Shrek Five Monsters climbed into a carriage and headed for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Spirit Hall, meeting hall.
Bibi Dong had already announced the Soul Hunting Operation, as well as the successor to her position in Spirit Hall.
"Next, there's one more matter. After consulting with the elders of Spirit Hall, we've decided that if this person is spotted during the upcoming operation, you must capture him alive and bring him back!"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong snapped her fingers. A crude portrait of a child appeared in the hands of everyone present.
"A six-year-old child?"
Everyone exchanged glances, briefly wondering if Bibi Dong was playing a joke on them.
"Your Holiness, we're deploying nearly ten thousand Soul Masters this time. We should sweep away every obstacle and let our iron cavalry trample these clans. But making an exception for a minor... I'm afraid—"
Before Bibi Dong could answer, Hu Liena spoke first.
"I know you're wondering why this little brat deserves Spirit Hall's attention. You may not believe this, but at such a young age, he and I escaped Slaughter City and obtained Divine Slaughter's Domain. A genius like him could surely help us raise more children like himself."
"What did you say? He escaped Slaughter City at six years old? Lady Saintess, I don't mean to question you, but look around. How many people here possess a Domain?"
A conservative elder of Spirit Hall asked. Everyone present knew how precious Domains were.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had their Stasis Domain; Bibi Dong and Hu Liena had Divine Slaughter's Domain; the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, and his father, Qian Daoliu, had Angel Domain. With all the people in Spirit Hall, only six had obtained Domains.
Only eight Slaughter Gods had ever emerged from a place like Slaughter City. Just surviving was an enormous challenge, let alone for a child.
Even if he'd made it through Hell Road by stepping on Hu Liena's shoulders, what about the Hell Slaughter Arena? Facing ten Soul Masters at once would make even a Titled Douluo proceed with the utmost caution. That little brat would obviously have ended up as a corpse in Slaughter City.
The others didn't believe a six-year-old child could have made it out of Slaughter City alive, either.
Seeing them all talking over one another, Bibi Dong slammed the Pope Scepter against the floor. A wave of power swept through the hall.
"Silence! We'll know whether it's true once we capture him. Just keep an eye out. You only need to capture him."
The Pope had spoken. No one else dared say anything.
"Yes!"
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Graveyard Mountain. Ling Chen's Hundred Demon Shadow Clone had returned once again.
There were now two guards at the entrance to Graveyard Mountain, and a line of people patrolled the slopes in teams.
Ling Chen hadn't expected them to start patrolling before nightfall. He'd clearly made too much of a commotion. Though he hadn't caused the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan any actual financial losses, he'd undoubtedly provoked them.
"Looks like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is off-limits for now. I'd better lie low..."
The clone slipped into the shadows, but before long, it climbed back out and appeared beside Ling Chen. Since it hadn't been tomb-robbing, it was dressed just like him.
"Well? Do you believe me now?"
The two Ling Chens looked at the Shrek Five Monsters with innocent expressions.
The clone Ling Chen had shown them split into ten again, flickering in and out of existence as illusory figures.
"Is that your limit?"
Tang San asked. But he already had a rough idea of the answer: a Hundred-Year Soul Ring couldn't possibly create a hundred clones.
Ling Chen pointed at himself and stared at Tang San in disbelief.
"You mean I can make a hundred, or even a thousand clones?"
A Level 16 Soul Master couldn't possibly have enough Soul Power to create a hundred clones. It was far beyond what a little kid like him could manage.
Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai stayed silent. When they saw Ling Chen, he didn't seem nearly as impressive as the rumors had made him out to be.
"Can you fight us using your clones?"
Zhu Zhuqing could create clones herself, so she could use this chance to test how strong Ling Chen's clones were.
"Sure! Let's go to the Battle Tower."
Ling Chen knew they hadn't come with good intentions. Yu Xiaogang had probably found out about his tomb-robbing, and now they were testing him bit by bit.
The two of them stood on the arena. Ling Chen took a forty-pound iron sword out of his Soul Tool. It was probably Chen Xin's punishment for him. Since he was so young and had been behaving badly by following people around, Chen Xin had added ten pounds to teach him a lesson.
Tang San noticed that Ling Chen wasn't using his Sword Martial Soul and felt puzzled.
"Rongrong, what's the deal with his sword?"
Ning Rongrong shook her head to show she didn't know, either.
"You're not using your Martial Soul?"
Zhu Zhuqing narrowed her eyes, unsure what Ling Chen was getting at.
Ling Chen silently gripped the iron sword with both hands and handed it to his clone.
"Didn't you say you wanted to fight using clones? Why do you want me to reveal my Martial Soul now?"
Zhu Zhuqing rubbed her forehead, thinking Ling Chen was a bit slow.
"My Soul Skill, Nether Shadow Clone, came from a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. If you don't give it your all, little kid, you'll have a hard time holding your own."
Hearing this, Ling Chen looked at Zhu Zhuqing as if she were an idiot.
Was she serious? He was the one under suspicion. If she could beat his clone in an instant, then he'd be a lot less suspicious.
Besides, did he not want to use his Martial Soul? If he could use it, who would fight with such a heavy iron sword? He'd just use the Green Steel Sword to smack Zhu Zhuqing flying and end the fight.
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