The Clown Who Doesn't Know They're Ugly!

Inside the Ice God Secret Realm.

Led by Qian Wuyou, the small group arrived at the Clan Treasury where the supplies were stored.

"Aunts, these six ninety-thousand-year ice and fire dual-attribute Soul Bones were specifically chosen for the two of you."

After speaking, Qian Wuyou handed the Soul Bones directly to Tianzhen and Wuxie, who were standing beside him with moved expressions.

Ninety-thousand-year-level Soul Bones were already the highest grade available in the inventories of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He had originally thought that with the long heritage of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they would at least have one or two ten-thousand-year Soul Bones tucked away at the bottom of their chests.

But as it turned out, damn it, they didn't even have a single Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.

Ninety-thousand-year-level Soul Bones were already the absolute limit for the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Regarding this, Qian Wuyou could only say: if you're weak, train more.

What did it mean that these two major powers, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, didn't even possess a single Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone?

It meant that throughout their long history, they hadn't even managed to hunt down a single Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

From another perspective, it also meant that among all the past guardians of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there wasn't even a single Title Douluo who possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring or Soul Bone.

With that level of capability, Qian Wuyou truly couldn't understand why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—or more accurately, Ning Fengzhi—was jumping around so frantically.

Was he truly unaware that in the eyes of a behemoth like Martial Soul Hall, he was nothing more than a clown?

Could it be that Ning Fengzhi was ugly and didn't even know it?

Just as Qian Wuyou was silently roasting Ning Fengzhi in his heart, Tianzhen and Wuxie beside him were so moved that their eyes had turned red.

"L-Little Wuyou, isn't the age of these Soul Bones a bit too high?"

The two sisters, revealing their true feelings, called out the nickname Qian Wuyou had used in his childhood.

They addressed Qian Wuyou as "Clan Leader" out of respect and etiquette for the head of the clan.

But the name "Little Wuyou" was a term of endearment used by the two sisters to show their closeness to him.

Of course, besides Qian Wuyou having the name Little Wuyou, his younger sister Qian Wulu naturally also had the name Little Wulu.

Compared to the other clansmen, it was no exaggeration to say that Qian Wuyou and Qian Wulu were raised by Tianzhen and Wuxie.

"Alright, alright! Aunts! It's just ninety-thousand-year-level Soul Bones, what is there to be so moved about..."

"I originally wanted to get a set of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones for the two of you and my little sister."

"But unfortunately, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are too trashy; they don't even have a single Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone..."

Qian Wuyou rubbed his chin and complained without any restraint.

He couldn't help it; one couldn't blame him for looking down on the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It was truly pathetic that these two major powers, which had been passed down for so many years, couldn't even produce a single Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.

Trash!

They were simply too trashy!

It was so trashy that it was unbearable to look at.

"Pfft—!"

Qian Wuyou's complaints made all the women present burst into laughter.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Big brother, do you really think Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones are like Chinese cabbage at the market, bought whenever you want?"

Qian Wulu curled her lips and retorted to Qian Wuyou.

Even for the Angel Family, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, even Qian Daoliu, that Level 99 Peerless Douluo, felt a pang of heartache when he took out a set of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones for her brother.

Of course, before she knew the secret about the Grand Pontiff needing to sacrifice himself, she had naively thought that Qian Daoliu was grooming her brother as his future successor.

But as it turned out, this was all just a massive scheme.

This wasn't just her guessing wildly.

If Qian Daoliu truly hoped her brother would inherit the godhood of the Angel God, why wouldn't he let Qian Wuyou absorb the Angel Soul Bone left behind by the Angel God?

From the moment Qian Renxue absorbed the Angel Head Bone and went to the Heaven Dou Empire to act as an undercover agent, Qian Daoliu had likely already made his decision.

The only successor who could inherit the Angel God's position was Qian Renxue, and it could only be her.

As for her brother Qian Wuyou?

He was likely just a backup plan.

The best-case scenario was simply that Qian Renxue failed to inherit the Angel God's position, and her brother Qian Wuyou, as the Grand Pontiff of the Angel God, wouldn't need to be sacrificed.

But the problem was that godhood was a difficult thing to determine; no one knew if Qian Renxue would actually be able to inherit the Angel God's position in the future.

She didn't dare to gamble on such an uncertain future.

Once the gamble was lost, her brother Qian Wuyou would be left with the fate of being sacrificed and dying.

The reason Qian Daoliu dared to gamble was because he had nothing to lose.

For Qian Renxue to inherit the Angel God position would be the best possible outcome; his own granddaughter becoming a god would not only fulfill the Angel Family's long-held dream of "producing another Angel God," but it would also allow Martial Soul Hall to completely unify the entire Douluo Continent.

If Qian Renxue could not inherit the Angel God position, Qian Daoliu himself would suffer no loss; on the contrary, he would still gain the combat power of two Level 99 Peerless Douluo in Qian Renxue and Qian Wuyou.

No matter how one looked at it, Qian Daoliu was not at a disadvantage either way.

Oh! No, no!

It was the grandfather-granddaughter duo of Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue who were not at a disadvantage; only her older brother, Qian Wuyou, was the one suffering a loss.

Just as Qian Wulu was cursing Qian Daoliu for being an elder without dignity, the twin sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie could only offer bitter smiles.

"Little Wuyou, you can't say it like that. How precious and rare is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone? How could it be something our sisters could possess?"

"To be honest—for your aunt to obtain a ninety-thousand-year-level soul bone is already a tremendous stroke of luck."

Don't say it—you really shouldn't say it!

Yue Guan and Gui Mei had worked diligently in Martial Soul Hall for decades, yet they hadn't even received a single ten-thousand-year soul bone as a reward.

Of course—aside from Yue Guan and Gui Mei, the other Title Elders of the Elder Palace were in the same boat; those who could receive a ten-thousand-year soul bone as a reward were few and far between.

For the two sisters to obtain three ninety-thousand-year-level soul bones was a reward they hadn't dared to imagine.

As for a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone? That was something they didn't even dare to dream of.

Yue Guan: "Damn it! Stop dragging me out to be whipped repeatedly, hey!"

Gui Mei: "Let's not talk about this topic; we're all on the same side!"

All members of the Elder Palace: "May we ask if you Radical Faction members are still hiring? Actually, we can jump ship!"

Under the gazes of Qian Wuyou and Qian Wulu, Tianzhen and Wuxie took the soul bones and began the fusion process.

In just a few hours, Tianzhen and Wuxie had finished fusing all the soul bones.

Feeling the formidable soul power within their bodies, Tianzhen and Wuxie spoke up impatiently.

"Little Wuyou, Little Wulu, after fusing all the soul bones, our Soul Power Level has reached Level 90 Title Douluo..."

The joy of breaking through to Level 90 Title Douluo made the sisters cast the soul skills of those three ninety-thousand-year soul bones to the back of their minds.

"Hehe! Aunts, congratulations to you both on successfully breaking through to Level 90 Title Douluo..."

Qian Wuyou nodded, feeling happy that his kin had grown stronger.