Don't Bully the Elderly and Poor

"Pfft—"

Gu Rong, who had been holding a teacup to take a sip, sprayed the hot tea everywhere.

He coughed repeatedly:

"Twin Martial Souls?

Giving it away? Has Qian Xunji been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"That is exactly the most mind-boggling part."

Ning Zhen furrowed his brows tightly.

"Things that fall from the sky usually come with traps, but if this is true... you know better than I do what a genius with Twin Martial Souls would mean for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is known as the world's number one support sect and is wealthy enough to rival nations, but its most fatal weakness is a lack of top-tier combat power.

Right now, the entire sect relies on that "old ape" Yuan Lie to hold the fort, and the Sword Douluo Chen Xin hasn't even joined them yet.

They are desperate to cultivate their own top-tier Titled Douluo. If they could secure such a promising talent with a high-level martial soul, the safety of the sect would see a qualitative leap.

"Father."

Ning Fengzhi, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. The boy's voice was clear and bright, yet it carried a wisdom far beyond his years.

"This child believes that regardless of whether this is a conspiracy by Martial Soul Hall, we must make the trip."

"Oh? Fengzhi, tell me your thoughts." A flash of admiration crossed Ning Zhen's eyes.

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and analyzed the situation with clear logic:

"First, since Qian Xunji sent the letters with such fanfare, this Twin Martial Soul genius is likely real. Otherwise, the lie would be exposed instantly; there is no reason for Martial Soul Hall to toy with us just to cause a stir, and they cannot afford to lose face like that.

Second, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has money—what resources can we not afford to throw at this?

The potential gain is worth the risk. As long as we bring this seedling back, raise him from a young age, and show him kindness, he will surely become our sect's strongest guardian deity in the future!"

The young Ning Fengzhi's eyes shone with a determined light:

"Father, I wish to accompany you to Martial Soul City to see this legendary Twin Martial Soul for myself!"

Ning Zhen slapped his thigh and made a decisive choice:

"Good! Fengzhi is right! Whatever game Qian Xunji is playing, as long as it's a problem that can be solved with money, it is not a problem for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Gu Rong, go to the treasury and take inventory of those Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones and top-grade ores.

Bring the secret manual for Heart Separation Control as well.

This time, we are going to use money to stun Martial Soul Hall!"

In truth, Ning Fengzhi himself was very eager to see this genius.

He knew very well that given the current state of the sect, he was highly likely to be the successor.

If it were a girl, once she arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she would essentially be his future wife...

At the same time, the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the two great empires all fell into similar states of madness and suspicion upon receiving the letters.

But without exception, the leaders of every faction silently began to frantically pool their funds and resources.

The eyes of the entire continent were instantly focused on Martial Soul City.

Meanwhile, in Martial Soul City, deep within a secret chamber of the Elder Hall.

The Great Worship Qian Daoliu was not continuing to explore the Soul Tool arrays as Qian Xunji had assumed.

Instead, he had secretly summoned the true foundation of Martial Soul Hall—the several great worships—to a round table.

The Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Third Worship Azure Luan Douluo, the Fourth Worship Mighty Lion Douluo... these old monsters, who were usually nowhere to be found and could make the continent tremble with a single stomp, were currently staring at each other in confusion.

"Big Brother, you called us old bones out in such a hurry—what exactly happened?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo had golden hair like a lion, and his rough voice echoed in the chamber.

"Don't tell me those blacksmiths from the Clear Sky Sect are itching for a fight again?"

Qian Daoliu sat at the head of the table, composed and mysterious, smiling without a word. With a wave of his sleeve, dozens of jade boxes and gold cases of various sizes and materials appeared out of thin air on the round table.

In an instant, the air in the chamber seemed to thicken, and an intensely rich, exotic fragrance wafted out. Just by taking a single breath, the several old men felt their stagnant soul power, which hadn't moved in years, show signs of loosening.

"This... what kind of heavenly treasure is this?!" The usually steady Azure Luan Douluo stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at the jade boxes.

"Big Brother, where did you go to rob someone? Did you dig up the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest?" Mighty Lion Douluo was also dumbfounded.

Qian Daoliu stroked his beard, his face full of smug satisfaction, as if he were saying: Look, my son has finally made something of himself.

"These are called 'Immortal Herbs,' divine objects that seize the very fortune of heaven and earth."

Qian Daoliu cleared his throat and began his performance, "It was Xunji who received divine guidance and retrieved them from a treasure land known as the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

"Divine guidance?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned.

Qian Daoliu nodded, his expression turning incomparably solemn:

"Indeed. Beyond the Angel God, there exists another equally great entity. Under the grace of this deity, Xunji's martial soul has evolved into the Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel, a grade surpassing the original Angel martial soul!"

As these words fell, the entire hall plunged into dead silence.

The sound of several old men gasping for air rose one after another; such a miracle was simply unheard of.

Qian Daoliu did not give them much time to digest their shock; he reached out, picked up a jade box, and pushed it toward Golden Crocodile Douluo:

"Second Brother, your martial soul is the Golden Crocodile King. This 'Earth Dragon Golden Melon' contains an extremely pure Earth Dragon bloodline and is perfect for you. Eat it directly; perhaps your level 98 bottleneck will finally be broken!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's breathing grew heavy, and his hands trembled as he took the jade box.

He had been stuck at level 98 for far too many years and had long assumed that this was all his life would amount to.

He impatiently opened the jade box and swallowed the golden melon, which radiated a rich, earthy-yellow halo, in one gulp.

BOOM—

An exceptionally terrifying aura instantly erupted from within Golden Crocodile Douluo. The phantom of the Golden Crocodile King behind him roared at the sky, and a trace of dragon pressure even faintly emerged upon its originally golden scales.

Feeling Golden Crocodile Douluo's momentum climbing steadily, the eyes of the other elders turned red instantly, staring at the remaining jade boxes on the table like hungry wolves.

"Big Brother! What about mine? Where is mine?!"

"Big Brother, I've been feeling aches and pains in my waist lately; is there an Immortal Herb to treat that?"

Watching this group of old brothers, usually so high and mighty, now nearly coming to blows over the Immortal Herbs, Qian Daoliu distributed them with a chuckle:

"There is enough for everyone! This is the grand strategy for the eternal prosperity of our Martial Soul Hall. Once your strength has all been elevated, our Martial Soul Hall will truly be able to rest easy."

Inside the Elder Hall, there was a joyous scene of "brotherly affection" and a "spoils-sharing convention."

Meanwhile, in the Pope Hall, Qian Xunji watched the sun gradually sinking outside the window, the corners of his mouth curling into the smile of a capitalist.

The actors were in position, the stage was set.

Next, it would all depend on the resolve of the various powers.