Underwear Seen Through

```[Name: Ning Huan]

[Age: Nearly 12]

[Martial Soul: Spirit Bestowal Platform]

[Innate Soul Power: Unknown, suspected Full Soul Power (Investigation revealed the deacon in charge intentionally skipped the test due to prejudice; he has since been removed)]

[Traits: Prefers quiet, thinks in peculiar ways, responds to soft tactics but resists hard ones.

Lacks interest in mundane matters, but possesses extreme execution capabilities.

Dislikes trouble, so he usually strikes first, e.g.:...]

[Hobbies: Collecting soul beast materials and relics of the deceased, such as: velvet antlers, bear fur, spider venom, clothing fragments...]

[Interpersonal Standards: Special; treats his own people exceptionally well (verified by Tianluo City deacons), acts decisively and ruthlessly toward enemies (has secretly killed those harboring malice toward him multiple times and left their bodies in the wilderness)]

[Sect Relations: Orphan; parents were originally branch Soul Ancestor deacons of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, died nine years ago in the Star Dou Forest during a soul beast riot while hunting for soul rings]

[Experience: Parents died when he was three; sent to Tianluo City after awakening his Martial Soul at six...]

[Note: Some of the above viewpoints were derived from multiple intelligence analyses]

Looking at the dense text in their hands, everyone was quite astonished.

"This kid... is wicked enough!"

Scanning the lines at a glance, Wind Douluo was the first to finish reading the intelligence, his tone filled with surprise.

Immediately after, he recalled Ning Hao's bold speculation from earlier, and a sense of agreement grew in his heart.

"But there is one point I don't understand: with his wicked... peculiar hobbies, plus what he needs for cultivation."

"Adding everything up, he would need at least a million Gold Soul Coin over six years."

"Without support from the sect, where did he get so much money?"

After hearing this, Sword Douluo and the other man also looked up, their eyes fixed straight on their Sect Master.

Unfortunately, the usually resourceful Ning Hao shook his head this time, looking quite helpless.

"The source of the wealth is unknown, but there is a high probability it is related to the sect."

"Otherwise, Ning Huan would have no reason to suddenly want to return to the sect with such fanfare."

The ambiguous answer left everyone looking at each other in dismay.

After chatting for so long, they hadn't even determined if he was a friend or a foe?

The discussion fell into a stalemate, and the atmosphere in the attic suddenly turned cold.

However, just at this moment, Ning Tian, who had been engrossed in the intelligence, suddenly let out a soft laugh.

It immediately drew the attention of everyone present.

"Father, three seniors, Tian'er feels you might be overthinking things."

Seeing the burning gazes of the three sect seniors and the anticipation in her father's eyes, Ning Tian subconsciously suppressed her smile and then clearly laid out her personal insights.

"To be able to hide in such a small place for six years without being discovered is enough to show that Ning Huan is not a foolish person."

"So he must have anticipated that returning to the sect this time would arouse suspicion."

"Yet even so, he still chose to return; in Tian'er's view, there are only two possibilities."

Speaking to this point, Ning Tian held up two fingers, her delicate little face suddenly revealing a shrewdness and confidence far beyond her years.

"One, he believes he can justify his actions after the tournament."

"The second is that there is a power standing behind him that the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect absolutely cannot contend with at present."

"In other words, if we can befriend him, no matter what situation we encounter next, it will not be a bad thing for the sect."

"That's right! Truly, the bystander sees more than the player! Ning Huan being able to return to the sect already explains many things!"

Shield Defense Douluo grinned, his fan-like hand slapping Wind Douluo hard, causing him to wince and squirm.

"Old Shield, excitement is one thing, but why slap me!"

"Haha, I'm just happy!"

"Get lost, you old fool!"

Just as the three titled elders dropped their dignity to bicker, Ning Hao slowly leaned forward with a look of gratification.

"Tian'er, since you believe Ning Huan has no hostility toward the sect and we need to ascertain his true strength, if you were the Sect Master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, what would you do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sword Douluo and the others, who had been laughing and joking, quickly shut their mouths.

They feared their bickering would affect the Sect Master's test for the next generation's successor.

On the other side, Ning Tian lowered her head and pondered for a long time upon hearing this.

It wasn't until the crowd at the distant martial arts arena dispersed that she spoke with slight hesitation, voicing the idea Ning Hao had been calculating for a long time.

"Changing the original elimination tournament into a team battle... how about that?"

"Hahaha! Worthy of being my daughter!"

Ning Hao let out a hearty laugh, his eyes brimming with endless satisfaction.

The last lingering trace of resentment in his heart dissipated for the most part.

If she could lead the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect to eternal prosperity, what did it matter if the successor was a girl!

The inheritance of the sect was, after all, greater than anything else.

"It just so happens that this Sect Master also wants to see exactly how much of a genius Ning Huan is, and what kind of trump cards he holds in his hands."

"To dare to act so recklessly right under the noses of the entire sect!"

"The Sect Master is wise!"

Wind Douluo and Shield Defense Douluo responded at the opportune moment.

Only Sword Douluo stood there with a complex expression, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Why does this old man have the persistent illusion that 'disaster is imminent'?

"What did you say?!"

Early the next morning, a sudden roar instantly shattered the tranquility of dawn.

Over a dozen birds flapped their wings in a hurry, darting rapidly toward the high sky.

It was as if they would be immediately devoured by the terrifying entity behind them if they were even a step too slow.

"Such a major matter, why are you only telling me now!"

"Young Master Ning, I didn't expect the higher-ups to change the competition format at the last minute either..."

Hearing the irritable questioning in his ears, Ning Zhen could truly be said to have grievances he couldn't voice.

In reality, the moment he learned of this, he understood the intentions of the higher-ups.

It was nothing more than wanting to test the upper limits of the person before him.

Of course, if it were merely a change in format, it wouldn't be much of a problem.

But why did you have to drag me into your chaotic mess!

Now, it was all ruined; after working so hard, he had finally managed to leave a decent impression on this little ancestor.

And it was all wiped out by your ridiculous maneuvers.

Bitter!

Too bitter!

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Ning Zhen felt, to the point where tears even shimmered in the corners of his eyes, a sight that left Ning Huan feeling nothing but disdain.

"Alright, alright! This matter isn't your fault!"

"Besides, I should have guessed that without breaking the rules, a melee is the only way the higher-ups could think of to spy on me."

"However, I'm afraid they miscalculated one thing..."

Having said this, Ning Huan stood up and strode toward the door, the aura of a level 43 Soul Ancestor revealed without reservation.

The Seven Kill Sword Qi faintly radiating from his body nearly caused Ning Zhen's jaw to drop.

"The cards in my hand—they will have no choice but to accept them!"

A moment later...

Ning Huan stood alone at the edge of the arena, locking gazes across the stage with the thirty-one pairs of eyes a hundred meters away.

Recalling the experience of being the 'center of attention' just now, his calm, unruffled eyes revealed a rare hint of helplessness.

"It seems the change in format has given this group of little guys hope of defeating me."

"I wonder if Mu En, during his time as a Soul Ancestor, could have defeated the combined force of over twenty Soul Grand Masters and three Soul Elders..."

Having said that, he inadvertently glanced at the packed spectator stands, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The number of people is at least three times more than yesterday; have they all come...

With a base number like this, it's hard to guarantee there aren't spies from outside forces among them.

Forget it, Ning Hao isn't a fool; he knows how to... Hm? They're here!

The appearance of several figures at the highest point of the stands made Ning Huan's heart tighten, and he hurriedly suppressed all complex thoughts.

"The Sect Master has arrived!"

"Disciples pay their respects to the Sect Master!"

In an instant, the impassioned shouts converged, howling across the entire sky like a giant wave.

Ning Huan was no exception.

It wasn't that he wanted to shout, but his position was simply too conspicuous.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him!

Especially...