Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect

Heaven Dou Empire, Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

The atmosphere in the sect's council hall was incomparably grave.

"Aromatic Silk Beauty... we must obtain it."

Ning Yunche, the current sect master, sat upright in the seat of honor and said in a deep voice,

"This may be the only opportunity for our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to rise again."

As soon as his words fell, the hall went silent, yet no one objected.

Both were ancient sects with ten-thousand-year legacies. Compared to the Tang Sect, which had already declined to the extreme and had even suffered extermination, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was indeed far more fortunate.

To this day, it still had three Title Douluo overseeing it, including a level ninety-five Super Douluo.

However, it still fell far short of its glory ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Super Douluo, wealth rivaling that of nations, and was a colossal force that even the two great empires had to treat with caution.

Now, in terms of strength alone, the current Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect might not have been much weaker.

Yet over ten thousand years, the continent's overall strength had become utterly incomparable to the past.

Not to mention anything else—just the number of Title Douluo had increased severalfold, even more than tenfold, because of the existence of Soul Cores.

Their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect might still be considered a first-rate power, but it had long since lost the pivotal status it held ten thousand years ago.

But now, the Aromatic Silk Beauty they had sought for ten thousand years had finally been found.

For them, they had to obtain this immortal herb at any cost.

Only then could the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda truly reappear.

As long as they did not end up like their ancestor Ning Rongrong, leaving behind not even a single descendant with the bloodline,

the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda would very likely be passed down steadily in the future.

The direct-line Soul Masters of their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would also have a chance of becoming Title Douluo.

But...

"How can we exchange for this immortal herb from Shrek?"

At those words, the many elders present began discussing among themselves.

Trying to seize it by force was certainly impossible. Leaving aside the ten-thousand-year friendship between the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Shrek Academy,

the herb was now in the hands of the Dragon God Douluo, and they lacked the ability to take it from him.

"I never expected that the Dragon God Douluo, whose name once shook the world, did not perish together with the previous generation's Body Douluo after their battle."

An elderly man with a head of white hair sat in the seat of honor on the left. He was the one who had just spoken.

He was nearly two hundred years old and was the sect's only Super Douluo.

In his youth, he had personally witnessed how the name "Twin Sacred Dragons of Light and Darkness" illuminated the continent.

In that era, Mu En and Long Xiaoyao had stood as two solitary peaks in the world of Soul Masters.

Thus, unlike the younger generation in the sect, who knew that name only from written records,

he truly understood the deterrence carried by that title.

"If it truly is the Dragon God Douluo, he has likely already crossed that threshold."

He sighed softly, a trace of yearning flashing in his eyes.

Level ninety-nine, a Limit Douluo.

With the path to godhood severed, that was the ultimate realm mortal Soul Masters could aspire to.

Across ten thousand years, those who had truly reached that height could be counted on one hand.

In most eras, not even a single Limit Douluo existed on the entire continent.

Yet even for a Super Douluo like him, a Limit Douluo remained an unattainable realm.

Over the past ten thousand years, true Limit Douluo had been few and far between.

Most of the time, there was not a single Limit Douluo on the entire continent. That was the norm.

Hearing this, the people in the hall wore varying expressions. Only Ning Yunche's fingertips trembled slightly when he heard the word "Limit."

Others still had the right to pursue the pinnacle, but if the flaw in his Martial Soul remained unresolved,

he would never even touch the threshold of a Title Douluo in his entire life.

After a moment of silence, Ning Yunche took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"Since the Dragon God Douluo had Ning Feng send word to our sect rather than directly taking the immortal herb into Shrek, it means there is still room for negotiation."

"The Sect Master is right." The elder in the seat of honor on the left nodded slightly.

"Though the Dragon God Douluo possesses heaven-reaching strength, he is not a tyrannical man.

Back then, he also shared an old friendship with the ancestors of the Sect Master's lineage. There is still hope that we can negotiate with him this time."

"But what do we have to negotiate with?" A younger elder present could not help speaking up.

"The Aromatic Silk Beauty is a priceless immortal herb. Would Shrek lack things like money?"

"Shrek may not lack it, but what about the Dragon God Douluo himself?" A glint flashed in Ning Yunche's eyes.

"A Limit Douluo's desires certainly will not be so simple.

However, no matter what, we must obtain this immortal herb. Even if we have to give up more than half the sect's foundations, it will be worth it!"

"Uncle Long, I will have to trouble you to come with me this time."

Ning Yunche turned his gaze toward the man in the seat of honor on the right.

The Red Dragon Douluo, Wu Long.

One of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's three Title Douluo, a level ninety-two assault-type battle Soul Master.

Though he looked no more than middle-aged, he was actually over sixty, and even his granddaughter was already more than seven years old.

His temperament was as fiery and unyielding as fire itself, yet he was utterly loyal to the sect.

"You are too courteous, Sect Master," Wu Long said in a deep voice.

"This concerns the sect's grand plan for the next ten thousand years. I am duty-bound."

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's grounds were not far from Heaven Dou City to begin with. With a Title Douluo escorting a Soul Saint,

they arrived beneath the seemingly ordinary hotel in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

At the top floor of the hotel, in the conference room,

Mu En sat calmly in the seat of honor, with Zhang Lexuan and Xia Ming standing before him.

"Lexuan," Mu En said gently,

"Guests have arrived downstairs. It is Sect Master Ning of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Go and bring them up."

"Yes." Zhang Lexuan bowed slightly.

Though she was somewhat puzzled, she did not ask a single question before turning and quietly withdrawing.

Once she had left, Mu En looked at Xia Ming, a smile flickering in his eyes. "Your Soul Bone has arrived."

"A Soul Bone?" Xia Ming froze, then his heart jolted violently.

Exchange the Aromatic Silk Beauty for a Soul Bone? For him?

But what kind of Soul Bone could possibly be worth an immortal herb capable of allowing their sect to rise?

Before he could think further, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Zhang Lexuan led the way, followed by two men—Ning Yunche and Wu Long.

"Your Excellency Dragon God," Ning Yunche said with a bow. His posture was respectful, yet he did not lose the bearing of a sect master.

His gaze swept across Xia Ming, who stood by Mu En's side. A nearly imperceptible trace of scrutiny flashed through his eyes before he concealed it and went straight to the point.

"I heard from Ning Feng that you possess an Aromatic Silk Beauty?"

"Correct." Mu En nodded slightly and raised his right hand.

In an instant, a strange plant appeared out of thin air beneath his palm.

The roots and leaves below were like a curtain of vines, fine and neatly combed, while at the very top bloomed a brilliant golden tulip.

"Aromatic Silk Beauty... It really is an Aromatic Silk Beauty!"

Ning Yunche's breathing abruptly quickened.

Before seeing it with his own eyes, even with the Dragon God Douluo's assurance, he still harbored an instinctive doubt born from ten thousand fruitless years of searching.

Over those ten thousand years, there had simply been too many false reports that had stirred the entire sect—so many that they had become numb to them.

Yet at the moment he truly saw the real thing,

Ning Yunche could confirm that this was absolutely the Aromatic Silk Beauty recorded in the sect's archives!

Heaven knew how many times he had read the records concerning the Aromatic Silk Beauty over the years!

He could guarantee that no one on the entire continent was more familiar with this immortal herb than he was.