Setting a Trap for Ning Fengzhi

"Can Uncle Gu discern his Soul Power Level?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

Gu Rong shook his head: "I can only sense that his soul power is above mine, but I cannot determine the exact level."

Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened upon hearing this. One must know that Uncle Gu frequently sparred with Sword Uncle; if this Guang Ling Douluo's soul power were on par with Sword Uncle's—both at level 96—Uncle Gu would certainly have been able to confirm it.

Yet, judging by Uncle Gu's tone, this Guang Ling Douluo's soul power was clearly above Sword Uncle's, most likely level 97.

One must realize that after a Titled Douluo reaches level 95, the gap between each level is immense; a level 97 Guang Ling Douluo could even kill him, even with Uncle Gu's support.

A hint of bitterness rose in Ning Fengzhi's heart. It wasn't that he feared Guang Ling Douluo would kill him in public, but rather he was concerned about the strength of Martial Soul Hall.

Only a few months ago, spies from Martial Soul Hall had sent word that when a child awakened in Martial Soul City, they possessed Innate Full Soul Power of level 20, and this child had undoubtedly joined Martial Soul Hall.

Ning Fengzhi had some understanding of God-bestowed Martial Souls and naturally knew what an Innate level 20 meant: a guaranteed level 99 Super Douluo, with even a chance to challenge the legendary, ethereal godhood.

Such a genius falling into the hands of Martial Soul Hall was already enough to give Ning Fengzhi a headache, and now, unexpectedly, another level 97 Super Douluo had emerged from their ranks.

Furthermore, according to Uncle Gu, among the powerhouses of his generation, there were two other geniuses from the Qiangu Clan of Martial Soul Hall; could those two still be alive as well?

If they were alive, had they perhaps already ascended to the rank of Super Douluo?

The more Ning Fengzhi thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed. He had originally assumed that Martial Soul Hall had lost two Titled Douluos years ago during the assault on Devil Island, and with Pope Qian Xunji killed by Tang Hao, there shouldn't be many Titled Douluos left.

But with the appearance of Guang Ling, he suddenly realized that Martial Soul Hall was definitely not as simple as it appeared.

I must be more cautious in my future dealings with Martial Soul Hall, Ning Fengzhi thought to himself.

He then wore a polite smile and walked with Gu Rong toward Guang Ling Douluo.

"May I ask if you are His Excellency Guang Ling?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a slight bow.

"You know me? I don't recall us ever meeting," Guang Ling Douluo replied, taken aback.

"I have indeed never had the honor of witnessing His Excellency Guang Ling's heroic bearing, but Uncle Gu has met you before."

Guang Ling Douluo suddenly realized; so it was because of this old bone.

"May I ask if His Excellency Guang Ling has come to Ye Mansion to visit His Excellency Begonia?" Ning Fengzhi probed.

Guang Ling Douluo waved his hand: "Stop with the pretentious questioning. I'll tell you straight: I'm taking a junior from my family to hunt for soul rings. Passing through Heaven Dou City, I heard that the Nine Star Begonia lineage had produced the continent's first healing-type Titled Douluo, so I came out of curiosity. I am not here representing Martial Soul Hall to recruit Ye Renxin."

Ning Fengzhi was nothing if not skilled at reading people; he was certain Guang Ling Douluo was not lying, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze then naturally fell upon Qin Heng. After absorbing his third soul ring, Qin Heng had grown taller, transforming from a child who looked only eight or nine into a young boy of twelve or thirteen.

Ning Fengzhi could vaguely sense that Qin Heng's current cultivation was roughly that of a Soul Elder. Judging by his appearance, he looked about twelve or thirteen, but absorbing soul rings accelerated a child's growth, meaning his actual age was likely a year or two younger—in other words, the boy was only eleven or twelve.

An eleven or twelve-year-old Soul Elder; this talent was undoubtedly Innate Full Soul Power.

Ning Fengzhi felt a sour sensation in his mouth, as if he had bitten into a lemon.

How could Martial Soul Hall produce yet another genius? Not only did they have that monster with Innate level 20 soul power, but now also an Innate Full Soul Power genius who had reached the Soul Elder rank at eleven or twelve. The heavens were truly too biased toward Martial Soul Hall.

Ning Fengzhi leaned down with a gentle smile and asked: "Little genius, what is your soul power level? And what is your Martial Soul?"

Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Guang Ling Douluo immediately sent a mental transmission to Qin Heng, telling him not to reveal anything.

"It's fine, Grandpa Guang Ling. I have an idea; just play along with me," Qin Heng replied.

Qin Heng's mental power was already comparable to a Soul Douluo, so mental transmission was not a problem.

Before Guang Ling Douluo could even agree, he heard Qin Heng's voice the next instant: "In reply to Sect Master Ning, my soul power is level 32, and my Martial Soul is the Illusion Pupil."

Qin Heng's tone was extremely proud, and he carried himself with an air of arrogance.

Ning Fengzhi found this perfectly normal. For an eleven or twelve-year-old child to have level 32 soul power—if it were him, he would be even more arrogant than this boy.

"Would you mind letting this uncle see your Martial Soul?"

"Sect Master Ning, that is going too far!" Guang Ling Douluo stepped in front of Qin Heng with a cold face.

Ning Fengzhi laughed awkwardly: "Your Excellency Guang Ling, I mean no harm. It is just rare to see such a gifted youth, and I was overcome with curiosity. I heard your Martial Soul Hall also produced a genius with Innate level 20 soul power; I wonder who is more formidable between him and this young man?"

"That would obviously be me. That guy's Martial Soul is just some iron box with no known use. Mine is a rare mental-type Martial Soul, ten thousand times more useful than his iron box!" As he spoke, a third eye appeared on Qin Heng's forehead.

With the emergence of this eye, Ning Fengzhi could clearly sense that his own mental power seemed to be suppressed for a moment. Although it lasted only an instant, it was enough to be shocking.

One must know that Ning Fengzhi was a level 79 Soul Saint, yet this child was only level 32!

"You brat, what are you doing? Hurry up and retract your Martial Soul! Do you believe I'll beat you right now?" Guang Ling Douluo said, putting on an angry act.

Qin Heng grumbled reluctantly and retracted his Illusion Pupil.

Ning Fengzhi chuckled: "His Excellency Guang Ling, please do not be angry. It was my overstep; do not blame this little genius."

"Grandpa Guang Ling, this is a rare opportunity. Take this chance to extort him. Just pretend you're very angry and about to strike. Aim for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Heart Separation Control technique. If you can't get that, extort some Gold Soul Coins."

Guang Ling Douluo understood immediately. He snorted coldly, no longer concealing the aura of a level 97 Titled Douluo, and directed a terrifying pressure straight at Ning Fengzhi.

Gu Rong cursed inwardly and hurriedly blocked in front of Ning Fengzhi: "Guang Ling, what are you trying to do?"

"What am I doing? A dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect using a provocation tactic on a child to extract information—doesn't Sect Master Ning feel ashamed?"

"Your Excellency Guang Ling, you jest. I was merely chatting with the child; how could I be extracting information?" Ning Fengzhi said, putting on an aggrieved expression.