The drop rate for a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was one hundred percent, and the Soul Bone that dropped was always one he did not already possess. There was nothing to say about Bibi Dong having all seven Soul Bones; after all, could Spirit Hall's Soul Bone reserves possibly be inferior to those of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
Tang Chen had only one Martial Soul and only one Hundred Thousand Year ninth Soul Ring. He had only one chance at a guaranteed Soul Bone drop, yet all six of his Soul Bones were complete. Given Tang Chen's talent and pride, there was no way he would absorb a Soul Bone below the ten-thousand-year level and squander his own potential.
With six premium Soul Bones on him, Tang Chen had only one guaranteed chance to obtain a Soul Bone while hunting soul beasts for Soul Rings. Tang Zhen, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, could not possibly have no Soul Bones on him. Under these circumstances, the Clear Sky Sect had still managed to pass down three supreme-grade Soul Bones...
All signs pointed to one conclusion: unless the Tang family's luck was absurdly good and their odds of obtaining Soul Bones from hunted soul beasts far surpassed those of other Soul Masters, was there any other possibility besides slaughtering soul beasts on a massive scale to obtain Soul Bones, using quantity to bring about qualitative change?
Qian Renxue did not think that deeply. Knowing that Tang Hao had slaughtered soul beasts on a massive scale to obtain Soul Bones, and hearing that Tang Chen also possessed six Soul Bones, she instinctively assumed Tang Chen had done the same. Her eyes filled with utter disgust and revulsion. "The Tang family truly is a pack of wolf bandits wearing human skin. Their filthy bloodline walks the Path to Death."
There were only a few dozen Tang family rats used to mislead the affiliated clans, while the Strength Clan had no more than five hundred members. Facing the wrath of nearly four thousand five hundred people from the affiliated clans, including existences like the Breaking Clan, whose offensive power was exceptionally strong and whose frontal combat ability far exceeded their realm—
The few dozen rats were slaughtered clean in an instant. Of the Strength Clan's nearly five hundred members, every man, woman, elder, and child lost an arm. Quite a few of the hard-boned Strength Clan members died while facing the siege, while some had both arms severed during the fighting.
Blood flowed down the steps, staining the entrance of the Clear Sky Sect crimson. The cool air was thick with the smell of blood.
Watching this scene, Ning Fengzhi felt his heart bleed. Spirit Hall had swallowed the Clear Sky Sect's affiliated clans without shedding a drop of blood, while also making those clans form a blood feud with the Clear Sky Sect, leaving them no choice but to depend on Spirit Hall. He shut his eyes in agony. When he opened them again, all grief had vanished from his gaze. He stepped forward with a face full of congratulations, lest Qian Daoliu find an excuse to move against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Congratulations, Senior Qian Daoliu, on eliminating these traitors to humanity from the Clear Sky Sect and taking in its affiliated clans. You have minimized the loss of the Spirit Master World's living strength. Senior Qian Daoliu's benevolence and wisdom have truly broadened Ning's horizons."
"With an eminent figure like Qian Daoliu presiding over the Spirit Master World, its peace need never be feared for."
Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke with a hint of amusement. "Enough, enough, Ning Fengzhi. Stop flattering and groveling here. Aren't you ashamed to hear yourself? I heard that you were always the one saying the Upper Three Sects were bound by common spirit?"
Ning Fengzhi's face did not redden, nor did his heart skip a beat. "Not at all. Everything Ning has done was for the stability of the Spirit Master World. In the past, Fengzhi had been blind enough to share common spirit with scum like the Clear Sky Sect—traitors to humanity, heartless and faithless beasts who would even abandon their own kin. From this day onward, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will regard Spirit Hall as supreme and assist it in stabilizing the Spirit Master World."
Qian Daoliu gave Ning Fengzhi a measuring look, his eyes narrowing slightly. Ning Fengzhi truly was extraordinary. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had inherited a powerful combat Martial Soul, then with that mind of his, no sect would likely have been able to snatch the title of the world's number one sect from them.
At that moment, at the entrance of the Clear Sky Sect.
Tai Tan knelt on the ground, his face twisted in pain. His right hand clutched his bloody left shoulder as his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Wudi, who held the Soul Breaking Spear and had two yellow, two purple, and four black Soul Rings circling beneath his feet. Tai Tan's eyes nearly split as he roared, "Yang Wudi, our brotherhood ends here! Once Master reaches the peak, he will definitely avenge me. Then I will stand behind Master and laugh as I watch the fate of you and the Breaking Clan!"
"Whatever."
Yang Wudi cast Tai Tan a pitying glance, put away the Soul Breaking Spear, then turned and trotted eagerly over to Qian Daoliu. He cupped his hands, anticipation filling his heart. "Grand Pontiff, I have not failed your expectations."
Purple light flashed, and a faint yet rich fragrance spread through the air. Yang Wudi's nose twitched. He instinctively looked up, his gaze fixed dazedly on the flower—a pale pink, leafless bloom with a stem roughly three feet long and a flower nearly a foot across. Its petals were as translucent as crystal, while its pale purple pistil resembled a violet diamond.
This flower was precisely the Aromatic Silk Beauty that the Breaking Clan had dreamed of finding for generations!
"The Breaking Clan has deeply studied the art of medicine, while Yue Guan has deeply studied heavenly treasures. From now on, Spirit Hall's medicinal affairs will be entrusted to the two of you."
With a flick of his hand, Qian Daoliu tossed out the Aromatic Silk Beauty. Yang Wudi hurriedly caught it, his eyes widening like bronze bells as he stared unblinkingly at the flower. If Qian Daoliu had not been present, he would probably have gone mad on the spot.
"Yue Guan."
Chrysanthemum Douluo cupped his hands. "Present!"
"Next, lead the Breaking Clan and the Speed Clan three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City and wipe out the Clear Sky Sect's remaining affiliated forces there. Then proceed according to what I previously instructed you."
"By your command, Grand Pontiff."
"Gui Mei, Salas."
Ghost Douluo cupped his hands. "Grand Pontiff."
"Your Eminence, Grand Pontiff."
Salas was flattered beyond measure. He had not expected Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu to know his name.
"Gui Mei, Salas, together with the Holy Maiden and the Young Master, lead the rest of Spirit Hall's affiliated clans. Move every remaining valuable item from the Clear Sky Mountain Range, then bring the affiliated clans to Spirit City and assign them their new residences."
"By your command, Grand Pontiff."
"Okay, Grandfather."
Qian Renxue held her head high and her chest out. Seeing Qian Daoliu seize the Clear Sky Sect's affiliated clans with just a few words, then hearing Ning Fengzhi's praise, his figure became infinitely tall and majestic in her heart. To her, he embodied wisdom, strength, handsomeness, kindness, benevolence... every beautiful word. She had to learn well from her grandfather.
Logically speaking, the two assignments were clearly aimed at the Clear Sky Sect's hidden stronghold. Letting Qian Renxue go along would have helped her grow better. It was not that Qian Daoliu did not understand this; he simply did not trust Qian Renxue's brain. If he taught her too much at once and she ended up learning some muddled hodgepodge in the future, what use would that be?
Give her a certain amount of training, then hurry her back to cultivation. Once her cultivation broke through to Soul Saint, she could begin the Angel God Trial and inherit the Angel God. That was enough. There was no need for so much trouble.
What? Beginning the Angel God Trial as a Soul Saint was too early, and her foundation could easily become unstable? Who cared? Becoming a god quickly was the priority. So what if her foundation was unstable? As long as she could become invincible on the continent, that was enough. She could cultivate slowly afterward and solidify her foundation then.
After assigning everything, Qian Daoliu rose into the air and flew toward Holy Soul Village.
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