Benevolence, Righteousness, Morality, and Qian Xunji

Ning Fengzhi, whose cultivation was the weakest, instantly turned pale.

If not for Yuan Lie beside him, who had the quick reflexes to release the soul power of his Iron-Back Gorilla to help him resist, he would have nearly been forced to his knees on the spot by this aura.

"This guy... how does he feel several times more terrifying than the rumors suggested?

Is this... aura really that of a Spirit Douluo?" Ning Zhen gripped his wine glass so tightly that cold sweat seeped from his palms.

Qian Xunji had only been a Spirit Douluo the last time he appeared; how could he have changed so drastically?

Yu Yuanzhen's originally arrogant gaze also became incomparably grave. He could feel that his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, which he took such pride in, was actually... trembling?

This was an instinctive reaction that only occurred when encountering the bloodline suppression of a superior.

"Since you have all traveled from afar, Martial Soul City is honored by your presence.

This Seat has recently had a minor breakthrough, which has caused some changes to my person. I ask that you all forgive me."

Qian Xunji walked to the main seat but did not sit down. Instead, he looked down from above at this group of "patrons" with their varied expressions, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

He casually picked up a glass of red wine handed to him by a maid and swirled it gently.

"This Seat knows that you have all come to Martial Soul City without regard for the hardship, all for that gifted child.

Come to think of it... she is a very cute, very... obedient, and very beautiful little girl."

Qian Xunji's voice was low and magnetic, yet to everyone present, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Upon hearing this, the various sect masters and the emperors of the two great empires began to turn their minds to the possibilities.

A girl...

If she were to be united with their own bloodlines and bear offspring, would that not ensure prosperity for generations to come?

"However, this Seat stated quite clearly in the letters that the child's martial soul is the extremely evil and toxic Death and Soul-Devouring Twin Spider Emperors.

My Martial Soul Hall has always stood for the light, so we truly cannot provide her with the most suitable guidance."

Qian Xunji sighed with feigned emotion, putting on a look of heartbreak and selflessness:

"In order not to bury this heaven-sent talent, this Seat has decided to endure the pain of parting and entrust her to a faction that truly has the ability and foundation to cultivate her."

"His Holiness the Pope is truly righteous!"

Ning Zhen of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect immediately stepped forward and spoke loudly with a bow, "Although my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is of the support type, when it comes to sect foundation and resources, we believe we are second to none in the world.

If you could entrust this girl to our sect for cultivation, Ning guarantees that we will exhaust the entire sect's strength to ensure she becomes a peak powerhouse who shakes the continent!"

"Bullshit!"

Yu Yuanzhen, possessing a fiery temper, interrupted him directly.

"A support-type sect teaching a beast-type martial soul? Ning Zhen, are you trying to ruin that genius?

This child is destined to enter the gates of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Upon learning it was a girl, Yu Yuanzhen became even more determined to win her over, planning to have her build a relationship with his son, Yu Xiaogang, in the future.

He truly wanted to use the name of the sect to make his son the greatest beneficiary.

Seeing the two of them about to brawl at the banquet, the emperors of the two great empires and Tang Zhen could no longer hold back, preparing to jump into the fray.

"Enough, everyone."

Qian Xunji raised his hand slightly. With just that casual movement, the faint, oppressive aura of the Fallen Angel instantly enveloped the entire hall, forcefully suppressing everyone's voices.

"Tonight is a banquet to welcome our guests; let us speak only of pleasantries, not of allegiances."

Qian Xunji looked at this group of "fat sheep" who had completely lost their heads, his own calculations clicking away in his mind.

If Bibi Dong were here right now and saw these top-tier masters of the continent turning red in the face as they fought to take this "living Rakshasa God ancestor" home, he wondered what she would think?

It was simply an absurd yet perfect comedy.

"The child has just arrived in Martial Soul City; the journey was long and she is a bit frightened. She needs a good rest tonight."

Qian Xunji drained the red wine in his glass, an impeccable, elegant smile hanging on his face.

"Please, everyone, be patient. Tomorrow morning, we shall discuss this in the Pope Hall, and we will officially announce the decision regarding the child's future."

"Remember, this Seat does not want promises; I only want to see your... 'sincerity' toward this child."

Qian Xunji deliberately emphasized the word "sincerity."

Everyone present was a seasoned fox, so they naturally understood the subtext in His Holiness's words immediately.

This was no mere entrustment of a genius; this was clearly an exorbitant auction without the smoke of gunpowder.

Watching the fanatical look in everyone's eyes—the look of those who were "determined to win" and already preparing to raise funds overnight—the smile at the corner of Qian Xunji's mouth deepened.

Heh heh heh...

My dear patrons, get a good night's sleep tonight.

Tomorrow, not only will I empty your wallets, but I will personally tuck that ticking time bomb right into your beds.

Deep into the night, Martial Soul City was long under curfew.

Yet, in this city shrouded in divine radiance, the top-tier guest villa belonging to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect of the Heaven Dou Empire remained brightly lit.

Inside the room, the current Sect Master, Ning Zhen, sat before a large rosewood table, his fingers rapidly flicking an abacus crafted from pure gold.

The sound of the beads clattering was exceptionally crisp in the silent night, even carrying a hint of agitation.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old Ning Fengzhi stood to the side, holding a thick sect ledger, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Father,"

Ning Fengzhi turned a page of the ledger and lowered his voice, "Although we brought sufficient liquid capital this time, along with two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones to anchor our bid, I fear we are still stretched thin if we intend to swallow up that Twin Martial Soul genius in one gulp.

Judging by the atmosphere tonight, everyone is prepared to spend a fortune. While we are wealthy, we don't hold a significant advantage in terms of what Martial Soul Hall truly values."

Ning Zhen's movements paused, and he rubbed his temples in frustration:

"That old scoundrel Yu Yuanzhen is usually stingy, but he has definitely gone all-in this time.

That is a Twin Martial Soul, Fengzhi. As long as this seedling doesn't perish prematurely, it isn't just about the inheritance of the martial soul;

she herself will undoubtedly become a powerhouse capable of swaying the continent's landscape in the future."

Ning Zhen let out a long sigh, "Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is so poor we have nothing left but money; the only thing we lack is top-tier combat power to hold the fort.

Though Uncle Yuan is loyal, his talent is limited, and he is advanced in years.

If we let someone else snatch her away, within thirty years, our position as the second-greatest sect under heaven will likely depend on the whims of others."

Ning Zhen gritted his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes:

"If it comes to it, mortgage the deeds to our three most profitable commercial streets in Heaven Dou City. No matter what, we must win this battle tomorrow, even if it means smashing our pots and selling our iron."

Just as the father and son were burning with anxiety over tomorrow's "sky-high blind box,"

the gruff voice of the Sect Protecting Douluo, Yuan Lie, came from outside the door, deliberately lowered:

"Sect Master, an honored guest has arrived in the dead of night.

He says... he can resolve your urgent predicament."