Recruiting the Nine Heart Begonia, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone

What Martial Soul Hall lacks most right now are top-tier strategic support spirit masters.

Qin Yao looked at Ye Lingling and said slowly:

"A descendant of the Nine Heart Begonia family? You must know who I am."

Ye Lingling took a deep breath and stepped forward from the shadows.

She was dressed in black today, her face covered by a black veil, exuding a cold, unapproachable aura.

"Hello, I am Ye Lingling."

Her voice was flat, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Even after witnessing Qin Yao instantly defeat Yu Tianheng with a single move on the street just moments ago, her demeanor remained calm.

Qin Yao studied her for a few seconds.

"Since Yanzi brought you here, I won't beat around the bush."

Qin Yao was direct, "Martial Soul Hall is currently missing a top-tier healing spirit master. Are you interested in joining?"

The air in the front hall went quiet for a moment.

Dugu Yan turned her head, looking at her good friend with anticipation.

She had already pledged her loyalty to Qin Yao, so she naturally hoped Ye Lingling would join as well. The resources of Martial Soul Hall combined with the methods of the Holy Son were absolutely a hundred times better than staying in Heaven Dou City.

Perhaps even the curse of the Nine Heart Begonia clan might not be impossible to overcome.

Ye Lingling stood in place, her hands folded in front of her, fingers twisting slightly.

She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the patterns of the floor tiles, seemingly locked in an intense internal struggle.

"Holy Son, thank you for your high regard." Ye Lingling sighed, her voice still flat, "But Lingling cannot represent her mother in making the decision to join a faction."

The Nine Heart Begonia family line was passed down through only one person at a time.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, there were always only two living Nine Heart Begonia spirit masters at any given time. Only when one died could a descendant potentially awaken this martial soul.

This was an iron law, and the curse their family had carried for generations.

She dared not gamble the fate of her family so easily.

Qin Yao leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest with a soft clack-clack sound.

"The curse of your Nine Heart Begonia clan is indeed quite troublesome."

Ye Lingling snapped her head up, her eyes behind the black veil contracting violently.

Qin Yao looked at her, his tone casual:

"Go back and tell your mother that if you join Martial Soul Hall, I will mobilize all the resources of Martial Soul Hall to help you break this curse."

Even if immortal herbs weren't enough, once he became a god in the future, rewriting the rules of a martial soul would be effortless.

A Titled Douluo with a Nine Heart Begonia capable of bringing the dead back to life—the strategic value was absolutely worth the price he was offering.

Ye Lingling's breathing became rapid.

Break the curse?

These four words held a fatal attraction for the Nine Heart Begonia family.

How many generations had spent their entire lives searching for a way to break the rules, only to close their eyes in regret at the end?

"Thank you, Holy Son!"

Ye Lingling bowed deeply, her voice trembling with excitement, "I will relay your words to my mother, word for word!"

"Good! I await your news."

Qin Yao stood up, "I intend to head to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well in the Sunset Forest to cultivate for a few days. What about you two?"

"Yanzi will follow the Holy Son!" Dugu Yan stepped forward without hesitation, her voice crisp.

Ye Lingling respectfully took a half-step back: "Lingling needs to return home immediately to report this matter to my mother."

"Go."

Ye Lingling turned and walked away quickly, her back revealing a sense of urgency.

At this moment, Dugu Bo walked in from outside, rubbing his hands as he approached Qin Yao.

"The Holy Son is going to the Sunset Forest? Let this old man clear the path for you!"

Qin Yao glanced at him: "You stay in Heaven Dou City."

Dugu Bo froze.

"Handle Yanzi's withdrawal from the academy, and see what is needed to settle the favors you owe."

Qin Yao walked toward the exit, "Keep an eye on the movements of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan while you're at it. I severely wounded Yu Tianheng; they certainly won't let this go easily."

"Understood, old man!" Dugu Bo immediately straightened his back. "Rest assured, Your Highness. If anyone dares to cause trouble at a time like this, I will personally poison their gates into oblivion!"

Qin Yao did not respond, walking straight toward the courtyard.

Dugu Yan followed closely behind, her steps light and brisk.

As they stepped out of the gates of Dugu Manor, a dark purple radiance surged behind Qin Yao.

Accompanied by a low, rumbling lion's roar, a pair of broad Dark Purple Bone Wings suddenly unfurled. The crystalline wings shimmered with nether-like purple flames, radiating a terrifying heat.

Qin Yao wrapped one arm around Dugu Yan's waist, and with a single beat of his wings, he launched himself into the air, soaring toward the clouds.

The sudden sensation of weightlessness caused Dugu Yan to cry out in surprise.

She instinctively reached out, clutching tightly around Qin Yao's neck, pressing her entire body against him.

The nineteen-year-old girl possessed a fiery figure, and today she wore a purple-black combat suit trimmed with silver, the fabric clinging to her every curve. With this embrace, there was not a sliver of space left between them.

Qin Yao supported her waist with one hand while his other arm held her back to keep her secure.

The sensation against his palm was astonishingly soft.

High above, the wind howled, but a faint barrier of purple flame automatically ignited on Qin Yao's skin, shielding them completely from the gale and the biting cold.

Dugu Yan buried her face in Qin Yao's chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, her breathing turning scorching hot.

She could feel the aggressive, exotic fire energy radiating from Qin Yao, seeping through the points where they touched. That masculine pheromone, characteristic of an apex predator, made her limbs go weak.

"Holding on so tight—are you trying to strangle me?"

Qin Yao's low voice came from above, laced with a hint of mockery.

Dugu Yan's body stiffened, her cheeks flushing crimson instantly, yet she did not let go; instead, she boldly snuggled closer.

"The wind is strong at this altitude, I'm afraid of falling."

She looked up, her cold, beautiful face now filled with a woman's coquettish charm. Her clear, light purple pupils reflected Qin Yao's silhouette.

Qin Yao glanced down at her, his slender fingers brushing lightly against her waist.

Dugu Yan shivered uncontrollably, her breathing falling into complete disarray. She hurriedly buried her face back into his chest, her ears turning so red they looked ready to bleed.

This girl certainly has a bold streak.

Qin Yao chuckled, his bone wings accelerating once more, transforming into a streak of purple light as he sped toward the Sunset Forest.

At the center of the Sunset Forest lay the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The frigid and scorching springs converged at the bottom of the valley, rising in red and white mists. The air here was saturated with incredibly dense heaven and earth energy.

Qin Yao landed steadily with Dugu Yan.

He retracted his bone wings and released his hold on Dugu Yan's waist.

Dugu Yan's legs went soft, and she nearly stumbled. She hurriedly steadied herself against a nearby rock, taking several deep breaths to suppress her racing heart.

Qin Yao walked to a flat boulder by the spring and sat down cross-legged.

With a flick of his wrist, he produced an antique wooden box from his storage ring.

The surface of the box was carved with intricate patterns, from which faint energy fluctuations emanated.

Dugu Yan leaned in, filled with curiosity.

Qin Yao casually unlatched the lock and lifted the lid.

In an instant, an immense and gentle life force swept across the entire valley like a tidal wave.

A blue-gold radiance shot into the sky, casting the red and white mists in dreamlike hues.

Dugu Yan was forced back three steps by the impact of this energy, her eyes widening as she stared at the contents of the box.

It was a right leg bone, crystalline and translucent throughout.

The surface of the bone shimmered with water-like blue-gold halos, every texture seemingly imbued with infinite vitality. Even just standing nearby and breathing, Dugu Yan felt the circulation of her own soul power accelerate by thirty percent.

Energy fluctuations of this magnitude were simply impossible for any ten-thousand-year soul bone to possess!

"Your Highness, this... what is this?" Dugu Yan's voice was dry, her finger trembling as she pointed at the box.

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Qin Yao's tone was indifferent as he pulled the box closer to himself.

Dugu Yan felt her mind struggling to process the information.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

This legendary treasure, capable of inciting bloody chaos across the entire continent—the Holy Son actually carried it with him, and spoke of it so nonchalantly?

Her grandfather, Dugu Bo, a dignified Titled Douluo, hadn't managed to acquire even a few ten-thousand-year soul bones in his entire lifetime.

Is this the true foundation of the Martial Soul Hall's Holy Son?