Gui Mengguan put down the teacup and tapped the table with his fingertips. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn. "With our current ability, we can't solve him at all. He has absolute rules defense nearby. As long as he stays in that shop, let alone us, even Titled Douluo can't break through the space barrier with all his strength. The only way is to rely on the power of the top forces."
"Spirit Hall, Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire, only they can mobilize enough manpower and resources to completely block the street from the outside and cut off everyone's contact with Jar Shop. As long as no one buys cans anymore, naturally there will be no trouble."
Tang Dieyi frowned suddenly, twisting the hem of his skirt uneasily with his fingertips, his tone full of worry. "Is this possible? Maybe they will fall into it too! Have you forgotten how crazy the major forces were before? In order to grab a Locke, you don't even have to show your face. Now. Now that there are cans that can produce Soul Bone, Soul Ring or even Second Martial Soul, they may be more sophisticated than ordinary people. Not only will they not be able to solve the problem, but they will involve more powerful people."
She was very aware of the greed of the nobles and royal families. For ordinary people, it would only cost them one life to lose their fortune, but if those big shots with military power went crazy, the entire continent would suffer.
"I believe in my dad!" Ning Rongrong immediately straightened his back, patted his chest and said, "My dad is the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He has seen many strong winds and waves, so he can definitely see the cat inside. Those ordinary people are carried away by greed, but my father is different, he is the calmest. I have long written a letter to tell him exactly what happened here, and he will never let Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect people touch those jars."
"And I can also ask my father to write to Xue Ye, and Heaven Dou Empire will definitely take it seriously." Ning Rongrong became more confident as he spoke, his eyes shining brightly, "As long as the two empires and Spirit Hall join forces, we will definitely be able to seal the harmful Jar Shop!"
Gui Mengguan nodded, an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, and said in a calm tone, "We have also reported it to the Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall's branch palace network all over the mainland Lu is the fastest force that can block information and prevent more people from being fooled. As for whether they believe it or not, and whether they will take action, it is not up to us. After all, only forces of their level have the ability to deal with matters that touch the level of rules."
He deliberately concealed the identity of Tang San, and did not mention that Bibi Dong had sent three worshippers.
In the eyes of everyone, the four of them were just ordinary traveling Soul Master who happened to stay in the Magic Academy and had some abilities.
Tang Dieyi bit her lip, her long eyelashes hanging down, covering the complex emotions in her eyes.
She doesn't like Spirit Hall from the bottom of her heart.
In her original memory, Spirit Hall was the ultimate villain and the biggest stumbling block on Tang San's growth, with her hands stained with the blood of countless people. But now, she had to admit that Gui Mengguan was right. Except for the Spirit Hall and the two empires, no one could stop that crazy jar boss.
"I hope... I hope Spirit Hall can really solve it." She said softly, with a hint of imperceptible bitterness in her voice.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at Gui Mengguan eagerly, her eyes full of worry. "Then... what about the third brother? Do you know where he is now? I have been looking for him all morning, but I haven't seen him. He is so simple, he must have been fascinated by those jars and poured all the money into them!"
When Tang San was mentioned, the atmosphere in the box instantly became a little lower.
Oupai scratched his head and said deliberately, "He... he should still be there with Jar Shop. Yesterday he spent all the money he had saved and didn't get anything out. He went there again this morning and borrowed 5,000 Gold Soul Coin at usury."
"What?!" Tang Dieyi's face instantly turned pale, and he staggered back a step, almost falling to the ground, "Loan shark? How could he borrow a loan shark? Those people are all cannibals! If the money is not paid, they will beat him to death!"
At this moment, a deafening cheer suddenly came from downstairs, the sound was louder than any before, and it almost overturned the roof of Drunken Immortal Tower.
"Second Martial Soul! It's really Second Martial Soul!"
"Oh my god! A Trash Martial Soul hoe actually produced the best Tool Martial Soul Seven Kill Sword!"
"That's amazing! One thousand Gold Soul Coin for one Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul! This wave of blood profit!"
"Let's go! Buy ten more! I don't believe I can't open Second Martial Soul!"
Cheers swept through the entire street like a tsunami, followed by even more crazy crowding and noise.
Everyone in the box changed their expressions and rushed to the window.
In the open space at the door of Jar Shop, a young man in ragged clothes was holding up a long sword in his hand. The long sword flashed with a cold light, and Seven Kill Martial Soul's unique murderous aura soared into the sky.
He was so excited that he was shaking all over, with tears streaming down his face, and he kept kowtowing to the sky.
"Thank you, Lord Heaven, and Lord Earth, for finally allowing me to change my destiny against the will of heaven."
The crowd around them had completely fallen into madness.
There were still people who sold their houses on the spot, bought Gold Soul Coins and rushed into the shop; some people mortgaged their children to loan sharks just for a chance to open a jar; there were even a few Soul Masters who fought on the spot in order to grab the last jar, with blood splattered on the black clay pots, which looked particularly weird.
Yao Wuji was lying on the rocking chair, looking at the skyrocketing trading points on the system panel, laughing so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.
He casually turned off another red warning sign, feeling full of disdain.
"It's just Second Martial Soul, what's all the fuss about. When I unlock the pool of immortal cultivation props, I can also use immortal bones and spiritual roots. By then, the entire Douluo Continent people will kneel down and beg me to sell their jars."
He raised his head and looked through the window in the direction of the Magic Academy in the distance, with a playful smile on his lips.
"That little kid from another world? And those sneaky guys? You can do whatever you want. As long as I don't come out of this door, there's nothing you can do against me."
"Just wait, it won't be long before I am the only god in this world.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's meeting hall, sandalwood scented the air, and sunlight filtered in through the carved glass windows, casting colorful light and shadow on the ground.
Ning Fengzhi, who had always been gentle and smiling in the past, was now sitting in the main seat, holding the secret letter with the handwriting Ning Rongrong tightly on his fingertips. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and there was even a fine cold sweat on his forehead. His eyes, which were usually calm and calm, were full of shock and fear at this moment. The hand holding the letter trembled slightly, and even his breathing became a little faster.
"Fengzhi?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was the first to notice something was wrong. He held the Seven Kill Sword that had been with him all his life, frowned slightly, took a step forward, and said with a hint of worry in his tone, "But what happened to Suotuo City? Rongrong What happened to her?"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong also put away his usual cynical look, and appeared next to Ning Fengzhi in a flash, looking at the letter in his hand solemnly. "Yes, sect leader, will something happen to that girl Rongrong? If anyone dares to lay a finger on her, I will tear apart his bones!"
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, slowly loosened his white-clenched fingers, and handed over the letter. His voice had an imperceptible hoarseness. "See for yourselves. After reading it, you will know that we almost lost Rongrong."
Chen Xin and Gu Rong looked at each other and saw a hint of uneasiness in each other's eyes.
The two of them quickly took the letter and quickly browsed it together.
The further down they looked, the uglier their expressions became.
When he saw "Every time a jar is broken open, a ray of luck will be sucked away. Those who run out of luck may lose their hands and feet, or die on the streets at worst", Gu Rong's pupils suddenly shrank.