Two Extreme Douluo Set Sail, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

"Ah--!!"

Screams erupted from every direction almost simultaneously as the golden rain of swords precisely swept through the bodies of those fallen soul masters.

Blood splattered, and the wails rose and fell in succession.

Someone tried to flee, but after taking only two steps, they were pinned to the ground by three long swords at once, lying there wailing and struggling, yet unable to break free.

Another tried to release a soul skill to resist, but the moment they raised their hand, their wrist was pierced by a golden sword; their soul power dissipated, and they collapsed to their knees in a scream.

In just a few breaths, of the group of fallen soul masters who had been flaunting their power moments ago, only a few remained capable of movement, lying on the ground and moaning in agony as pools of dark red blood spread beneath them.

Immediately following, several purple, crescent-shaped light blades descended silently from the sky.

The blades were as thin as cicada wings, precisely slicing across the necks of the few fallen soul masters still struggling, and their screams were cut short!

Several bodies stiffened simultaneously, then went limp and fell, never to move again.

The open space fell completely silent.

The villagers stood there in a daze; some had their mouths agape, some covered their eyes, and others slumped to the ground, trembling all over.

No one dared to make a sound, or even breathe deeply, for fear of disturbing the existence in the sky—whether it was a god or a demon.

Ah Yin stood where she was, looking up at the sky with a blank mind.

She watched the golden rain of swords gradually dissipate, her heart filled with panic.

A soul master who could fly?

Could it be... a Titled Douluo?

Her heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and an instinctive fear surged from the base of her spine, spreading to her limbs and bones.

If the opponent truly was a Titled Douluo, then in her current state, she could not escape, nor did she have any way to flee.

Just as she hesitated over whether to fight to the death, the shadow in the sky suddenly moved.

Golden light flared once more, the silhouette shifted direction, and then it sped toward the distant horizon, turning into a tiny speck of light in the blink of an eye before vanishing into the sky.

Ah Yin stared blankly in the direction where the light had disappeared, letting out a long breath. Her tense body finally relaxed, and her legs went weak, nearly causing her to collapse to the ground.

"Thank goodness..." she muttered to herself, "It shouldn't be a Titled Douluo, otherwise, I would have been in real danger..."

Several days later.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Seven Treasure Main Hall.

Ever since he brought back Sword and Bone, two Titled Douluos, a year ago and successfully took over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi had become increasingly high-spirited.

At this moment, he was sitting in the main seat with a composed posture, holding two pieces of intelligence that had just been delivered, lost in thought.

The first report contained only a few words: The former Pope Qian Daoliu, accompanied by Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen, had set off together for the outer seas. Their return date was unknown.

The second report was much more detailed: Qian Xunji had issued an order to hold a Youth Soul Master Tournament in three months.

The winner would be crowned by the Pope himself in front of the Douluo Hall and granted the title of "Number One of the Younger Generation."

Ning Fengzhi read the two reports over and over again. His hand holding the documents dropped onto his thigh, and his gaze passed through the open doors of the hall, landing on the pale golden clouds on the distant horizon as he fell into a long contemplation.

He had been pondering one question for a full hour, yet he still hadn't come up with a definitive answer.

Two of the world's strongest men setting out to sea together must surely have a significant motive.

But how long would they actually be gone?

When would they return?

Would they... ever return at all?

He closed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

If Tang Chen were to leave the Douluo Continent for good, then this world would once again belong to Spirit Hall.

This thought made him feel somewhat uneasy.

The delicate balance between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall relied heavily on Tang Chen alone.

If he were not there, the Clear Sky Sect would lose its sharpest blade, and Spirit Hall...

Ning Fengzhi sighed again, opened his eyes, and returned his gaze to the second report.

What exactly was Qian Xunji's intention in suddenly holding such a competition at this time?

He carefully mulled over every possibility behind this news.

He did not know much about Qian Xunji as a person, but based on past events, he was by no means a reckless man.

If he dared to hold a Youth Soul Master Tournament with such fanfare at this time, was he not afraid that his own disciples would lose to others, causing Spirit Hall to lose all face?

Or was it that... he had absolute confidence in his own disciples?

"Fengzhi."

Footsteps sounded from outside the hall, interrupting his train of thought, and Gu Rong strode in.

"Have you heard?" He walked into the main hall, and without offering a formal greeting, he sat directly in the guest seat.

"Heard what?"

"That thing," Gu Rong leaned forward, "a genius soul master has suddenly popped up out of nowhere recently, sweeping across the continent and clearing out the fallen soul masters and bandit soul masters entrenched in various mountains."

"Have you heard about it?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, his tone indifferent. "I've heard a little. Why?"

His mind was entirely focused on those two pieces of information at the moment, and he couldn't muster any interest in such trivial matters.

Gu Rong, however, was getting excited and continued, "It's like this: according to intelligence from our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that genius soul master is at most sixteen or seventeen years old, yet his soul power level has already reached the standard of a Soul Emperor."

"Furthermore, his soul ring configuration is exceptionally astonishing; his first soul ring is already a purple thousand-year soul ring."

Ning Fengzhi's brows arched slightly. He had not wanted to be distracted by these trifles.

But on second thought, Gu Rong was a pillar of the sect, and he couldn't afford to deny him this bit of face.

Moreover, a genius soul master whose first soul ring was a thousand-year one—while it sounded somewhat bizarre, if it were true, and if he could be put to use by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

"Then let it be handled according to Uncle Gu's wishes," Ning Fengzhi replied casually, his tone carrying a hint of perfunctoriness.

After speaking, he added, "Be sure to act with caution; do not leave anyone with a handle against us."

"Mm." Gu Rong nodded, stood up, and left.

Evening.

Outside the Sunset Forest, at an inconspicuous tavern.

Zhao Linchuan was at the front desk handling check-in procedures, while Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong had already stepped ahead to sit at a long table by the window.

Outside the window lay the direction of the Sunset Forest. In the twilight, the forest was quiet and profound, with the occasional bird returning to its nest skimming over the treetops, leaving behind a string of crisp chirps.

Bibi Dong rested her chin in her hand, her gaze shifting over Yan Lingji's face a few times. She leaned forward and asked curiously:

"Sister Lingji, I've always wanted to ask you, how did you and Linchuan end up together?"

Yan Lingji was holding a teacup and sipping tea. Hearing this, she set the cup down, a half-smile appearing on her face.

"He took me by force," she said in a flat tone. "I had no choice but to follow him."

"Ah?!"

Bibi Dong exclaimed in shock, her voice so loud that it caused several people at neighboring tables to cast glances their way.

She only then realized she had lost her composure and quickly covered her mouth, her face filled with an expression of disbelief.