Three Limits in One School

Yuanen Zhentian had clearly never heard of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, assuming them to be "hidden assets" of the Phoenix Family and the Angel Family.

He held this misconception entirely because he had spent years living in seclusion, detached from worldly affairs.

The Yuanen Family was an reclusive clan by nature, free from trivial, mundane matters; he, a demigod, had no need to personally attend to petty trifles.

Ever since Yuanen Tiandang broke through to become a Title Douluo, he had acted as a hands-off patriarch, holding the title in name only while focusing entirely on his cultivation.

Thus, while Yuanen Zhentian had some understanding of the situation on the Douluo Continent, it was far from comprehensive.

Had Yuanen Tiandang been present, even if he hadn't heard of the Judgment Douluo Le Lingzhao, he would certainly have known that the Purple Phoenix Douluo, Leng Qingning, was the Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda's Shangling City branch.

"Great kindness needs no thanks." Yuanen Zhentian swept his spiritual power across the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "If there is ever a need for the Yuanen Family in the future, we shall not refuse."

By the time Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao arrived, they had already cleared away the demons along their path.

At this moment, several elders of the Yuanen Family were able to free themselves to surround and suppress the remaining demons.

The demons at or above the Title Douluo level had already been hunted down one by one; the rest were mere cannon fodder that posed no threat to the Yuanen Family, which was why Yuanen Zhentian had ignored them.

Leng Qingning shook her head gently, her tone calm: "Patriarch Yuanen, please do not be so formal. My disciple and Lingzhao's disciple are good friends with your granddaughter; for both public and private reasons, we were bound to help."

"Friends?"

Yuanen Zhentian was slightly stunned, a look of surprise crossing his face.

His eldest daughter-in-law, Yehui, rarely left her courtyard or interacted with others due to her evil martial soul; his granddaughter, Yuanen Yehui, barely knew anyone within their own clan, so where would she have found friends from the outside world?

"We have known each other for a year now," Le Lingzhao explained, seeing his confusion. "Three months ago, they met in Shangling City and had quite a pleasant chat."

She shook her head and chuckled, "The two little ones are quite interesting."

Three months ago, Yuanen Yehui had indeed gone to the Spirit Pagoda in Shangling City to select a spirit soul, which was one of her few experiences traveling outside.

Hearing Le Lingzhao mention this, Yuanen Zhentian recalled the reason.

His granddaughter had lacked playmates since childhood; a year ago, he heard she had met a friend on the Spirit Net, seemingly through something called Douluo Glory.

He was an old man who didn't understand the trends of the youth, and he had never interfered.

"I never imagined Huihui had such a connection with your disciples." A smile appeared on Yuanen Zhentian's face.

Although the word "connection" felt slightly incongruous when applied to two six-year-old children, since Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao had taken the initiative to mention this friendship, he naturally could not be impolite.

Changing the subject, he added, "To be favored by both of you, your disciples must possess extraordinary talent."

At their level, discussing other things felt forced, yet they couldn't let the conversation go cold; the younger generation was naturally the best topic.

Yuanen Zhentian stroked his long beard, his pride evident in his expression, and even the grief in his heart faded slightly.

Talking about children was good; it was his favorite thing to do.

His eldest son, Yuanen Tiandang, had broken through to Title Douluo at twenty-four and advanced further to become a Super Douluo at thirty.

While not quite on par with the Sky-Prop Douluo Yun Ming, who reached Limit Douluo at thirty-one, he was not far behind, and he had a very high chance of challenging the Limit Douluo realm before the age of fifty.

Such talent was rare even in the entire history of the Douluo Continent.

As for his granddaughter, Yuanen Yehui, she also possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, making her talent even slightly superior to her father's.

In time, the grand sight of three Limit Douluos in the Qiangu Family could be within reach for their own Yuanen Family as well.

It was just a pity...

At this thought, Yuanen Zhentian's expression dimmed once more.

He had viewed Yuanen Tiandang as the hope of the family since he was a child, and Yuanen Tiandang had lived up to those expectations—not only was he exceptionally talented and steady in his dealings, but he was also admired by his peers and praised by the clan elders.

Yuanen Zhentian was extremely satisfied with his eldest son; his only lingering knot was his son's insistence on marrying Yehui years ago.

In the past, he had indeed been full of prejudice against Yehui's identity as an evil soul master, viewing her as a disaster.

But after so many years of living together, he had long understood that an evil martial soul did not equate to an evil soul master, and he had let go of his resentment and truly accepted his daughter-in-law.

Now, his granddaughter had inherited her mother's Fallen Angel martial soul, which was undoubtedly a ticking time bomb hanging over the family's head.

The Fallen Angel martial soul was simply too sinister; Yehui had once offered to cripple her own martial soul to prevent future trouble, but she simply couldn't do it, so she had stopped cultivating instead.

Yet, her soul power growth could not be suppressed, and she could even condense spirit rings on her own.

Three years ago, when Yehui's soul power broke through to level 79 and her martial soul condensed its eighth spirit ring, advancing her to a Spirit Douluo, Yuanen Zhentian had spent a period of time in constant anxiety.

However, seeing that she had not lost control, he had lowered his guard, never expecting that today, her martial soul would condense a ninth spirit ring on its own, pushing her to Title Douluo and causing a catastrophe.

He sighed; things had reached this point, and he could only take it one step at a time, ensuring the survival of Tiandang and Yehui first.

Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao were already aware of the situation with Yuanen Yehui's family, and seeing the change in Yuanen Zhentian's expression, they guessed what he was thinking.

Such complex family matters involving life and death were not for outsiders to comment on, so they exchanged a glance and remained silent.

However, this did involve an alternate plane.

The Abyss had already brought six thousand years of pain to the continent; they could not allow the demons to descend again, and they had to see the matter through to the end with their own eyes.

Yuanen Zhentian came back to his senses and, realizing his rudeness, was about to apologize when a flash of inspiration struck him.

The Phoenix Family and the Angel Family had deep foundations, especially the Angel Family, whose history could be traced back to the Martial Soul Hall era two thousand years ago.

And the history of the Martial Soul Hall was even more ancient, linked to the legendary gods.

The problem that left the Yuanen Family helpless might have a solution within the Angel Family.

The Holy Angel martial soul naturally suppresses evil and filth; if there were a way to temporarily seal the Fallen Angel martial souls of Yehui and her daughter, the grave threat of the Demon Plane could be shelved for the time being.

Once the father and daughter both break through to become Limit Douluos, their Yuanen Family would possess the terrifying strength of three Limit Douluos, just like the Qiangu Family.

If they could also secure the support of the Angel Family and the Phoenix Family and form an alliance, they could muster seven Limit Douluos alone.

The collective will of seven Limit Douluos would be enough to make the remaining powers on the continent think twice.

If they were to offer up the Demon Plane, they could even draw a few Four-Word Battle Armor Masters into the fold; by then, not only would they no longer need to fear an invasion from the Demon Plane, but they could even launch a counterattack to exact their revenge.

At this thought, Yuanen Zhentian's heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably.