Dragon God Douluo Appears!

Before long, all team members except Xia Ming were summoned to the conference room.

The group did not see Yan Shaozhe, but instead saw an elderly man, frail as a candle in the wind, sitting peacefully in the main seat, with Zhang Lexuan standing respectfully by his side.

A few sharp-eyed students found the old man somewhat familiar, and upon closer inspection, they could not help but be stunned.

Isn't this the old grandfather who spends his days lying in front of the dormitory building basking in the sun?

Doubts inevitably arose in their hearts.

However, out of trust for Zhang Lexuan, they did not say anything.

Mu En swept his gaze over them and smiled gently:

"I am Mu En. Shaozhe has returned to the academy due to some urgent matters, so I will be leading the team in his stead for the time being."

Upon hearing his name, the others looked puzzled.

Only Ning Feng, who hailed from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and had been well-read since childhood, reacted when the old man announced his name.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened abruptly as he exclaimed in shock:

"Are you the 'Dragon God Douluo', Senior Mu En?!"

Mu En looked at Ning Feng with some surprise.

Not expecting a young junior present to recognize him, he nodded gently: "Indeed."

"Dragon God Douluo?!"

A portion of the inner court disciples, along with Dai Yueheng, had their expressions change drastically at the same time.

That was a Title Douluo who had dominated the continent two hundred years ago and left behind countless legends!

He was hailed as one of the strongest beings closest to the god-level in the current world! To think he was still alive, and right before their eyes?

Those who were unaware soon learned the weight this title represented from the excited whispers of their companions.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference room became incomparably solemn.

Everyone straightened their backs subconsciously, their gazes filled with awe and excitement.

"No need to be so formal." Mu En waved his hand, his smile gentle, "I am only leading the team for a few days in Shaozhe's place; you may just treat me as an old man wandering about."

He turned his gaze to Ning Feng, who was still in shock, and said slowly:

"Child, send a message to your sect. I happen to have a Aromatic Silk Beauty in my possession."

"Qiluo... Tulip?!"

Ning Feng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body frozen in place. It took a long while for him to snap out of it, his excitement making him incoherent:

"Re... really?! Senior, please wait! I... I will notify the sect immediately!"

He didn't even care about etiquette and turned to rush out of the conference room, only to be stopped by Mu En with a smile.

"No rush." Mu En said warmly, "Since this item is already in my hands, it will not run away."

Ning Feng suppressed the raging waves in his heart and took a few deep breaths to barely calm himself down, though the excitement and fervor in his eyes remained undiminished.

He knew all too well what this immortal herb meant to the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Ten thousand years ago, the ancestor Ning Rongrong had consumed the Aromatic Silk Beauty, which allowed her martial soul to evolve into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, ushering in a brand new era for the sect.

However, this miracle had not been passed down through the bloodline.

For ten thousand years, the innate defect of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had remained like a sword hanging over their heads.

And the Aromatic Silk Beauty had become the sacred object the sect had dreamed of for ten thousand years, yet could never obtain!

If the person before him were not someone of Mu En's stature, Ning Feng had no doubt that the sect would exhaust everything and spare no cost to obtain it.

To the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, this immortal herb was the only possibility to break through the innate defect of their martial soul!

Outside the conference room, the morning light grew brighter; a new day had arrived in Heaven Dou City.

Inside the room, the soul power fluctuations around Xia Ming gradually stabilized, and his aura climbed steadily.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes slowly from his meditative state.

The soul power around his body surged like the tides, and his aura was significantly more profound than before.

Clearly, he had successfully broken through the thirty-level bottleneck.

If he could obtain a suitable soul ring right now, his soul power might even climb a few more levels.

However, the gains from Xia Ming's seclusion went far beyond the increase in his soul power level.

The Vajra Indestructible Body had already quietly condensed within his body, which went without saying.

What shocked Xia Ming even more was that the medicinal power of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum had actually widened his entire meridian system by nearly thirty percent.

Meridians were the channels for soul power circulation; the wider and tougher the channels, the smoother and more unobstructed the flow of soul power would be during future cultivation, and the efficiency of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth would also increase accordingly.

"Judging by this, my cultivation speed at the Soul Elder stage might truly maintain the miraculous pace of six levels per year from my Soul Grand Master days, or perhaps even faster."

Xia Ming felt a stir in his heart, yet he did not allow himself to be blindly optimistic.

He slowly raised his right hand, the phantom of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff flickering in his palm.

As the golden light swirled, it exuded a sense of weight and power that made one's heart palpitate.

"But, could my Martial Soul be an Ultimate Martial Soul?"

He recalled the descriptions of ultimate attributes from the original work.

They were existences that stood above ordinary attributes, with each type of ultimate attribute possessing an almost overwhelming advantage among those of the same rank.

Among them, Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Martial Soul was the embodiment of ultimate strength.

Yet, the performance of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff Martial Soul in battle, especially its peerless power, seemed to exceed the scope of an ordinary Ultimate Martial Soul, appearing even more tyrannical than Huo Yuhao's Ice Jade Empress Scorpion.

Of course, there were gaps even among the ultimate.

"If it truly is an ultimate attribute, my cultivation speed will inevitably slow down significantly."

Xia Ming frowned slightly, but he quickly relaxed.

"Forget it, the slow cultivation speed between level thirty and level seventy for an ultimate attribute is not entirely a bad thing.

My soul power is already far ahead of others, so a slight slowdown is not a problem."

He was only seven years old, yet his soul power had already broken through level thirty; such a cultivation speed would be considered shocking to anyone.

If his cultivation pace were to slow down due to an ultimate attribute, it would actually allow him more time to consolidate his foundation and avoid the instability that comes from advancing too quickly.

Having thought this through, the last trace of doubt in Xia Ming's heart dissipated.

He withdrew his soul power, stood up to straighten his clothes, and pushed the door open to step out.

In the corridor outside, a gentle figure stood quietly.

"Sister Lexuan?" Xia Ming was slightly startled.

Hearing his voice, Zhang Lexuan turned around, a look of relief flashing in her eyes: "Xia Ming, you have finally come out of seclusion."

She took two steps closer and carefully examined the youth, sensing the soul power fluctuations that had not yet fully settled, and nodded with gratification: "It seems you have gained quite a lot."

"Yes, I was lucky enough to break through," Xia Ming replied, then asked, "Where is Senior Brother? Why are you here, Sister Lexuan?"

"Dean Yan had urgent matters and returned to the academy the day before yesterday," Zhang Lexuan explained softly. "The one leading the team now is Elder Mu."

"Teacher?" A look of surprise flashed in Xia Ming's eyes, followed by realization.

Mu En had lived in seclusion for many years, entirely because the hidden injuries from that great battle years ago were too severe.

If not for his cultivation as a Limit Douluo barely sustaining his life, an ordinary person would have long since perished.

Now that he had personally visited the Ice Fire Yin-Yang Well and found immortal herbs to treat his injuries, even if he hadn't fully recovered, he must have certainly improved significantly.

With his injuries eased, given Elder Mu's personality in his youth, how could he be content to remain trapped in the Sea God Pavilion for long?

It was only logical that he would regain some of the composed mindset he had when he roamed the continent years ago and come out to take a look around.

"I see," Xia Ming nodded and looked toward the end of the corridor. "Where is Teacher now?"

"In the conference room," Zhang Lexuan said, stepping aside to lead the way, her tone filled with respect. "Elder Mu gave instructions that you may see him once you come out of seclusion."

"Alright," Xia Ming replied and followed.