Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring

Surely no one could be blind to such an extent, right?

Unfortunately, a prime example of exactly that had just appeared before Bibi Dong.

It left her in disbelief.

Yu Xiaogang stood far away from Lu Mingchuan, terrified that the Old Butler would kick him flying, yet he still couldn't help but speak to him.

"Cousin."

Lu Mingchuan nodded.

Even though he was the villainous cousin, he still had to maintain the image he had cultivated in Lu Mingchuan's mind.

Graceful and refined, like jade upon the path.

He adopted the persona Yu Xiaogang desperately longed to embody and asked in a gentle voice, "What is it, cousin?"

[Damn, I'm even impressed by my own coolness.]

[Note: I'm talking about my demeanor, not my looks.]

[The 'Grandmaster' that Gangzi wants to become should have a presence like mine, but unfortunately, he lacks the natural charisma bestowed by the heavens.]

Seeing his cousin's extraordinary air, Yu Xiaogang felt incredibly disgruntled to have his own spotlight stolen.

"Cousin, aren't you being a bit too ostentatious here at Spirit Hall?"

He couldn't say it so bluntly, so Yu Xiaogang offered a tactful hint.

Ostentatious? Who? Me?

Lu Mingchuan hadn't expected this kid to be so dense. He was clearly here to protect him, so why was he being accused of being flashy?

But this irritation brewed in his heart for only a second before dissipating.

[No, I actually almost got angry.]

[Good thing I'm not really here to protect him.]

"Which one of you is in charge of Spirit Hall?" Lu Mingchuan stepped onto Yu Xiaogang, who had been dragged over by the Old Butler to serve as a footstool, and spoke with arrogant dominance.

Yu Xiaogang whispered, "Cousin, I..."

"Cousin, don't mind it. Since we're short on props, I had to use you as a cushion for a moment. But rest assured, I definitely didn't just come from the restroom."

Lu Mingchuan waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, cousin, be quiet now. Watch how your cousin wins back some face for you."

"How could we, people of the dignified Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, ever lose to the likes of these small-time nobodies?"

Even though Yu Xiaogang was stuck face-down on the ground with his rear in the air while being stepped on by Lu Mingchuan, his expression shifted at those words.

Was he dreaming, or had his cousin been drinking?

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan only had his father as a Title Douluo at the moment. If they acted this arrogantly in Spirit Hall, what would they do if Spirit Hall decided to deal with them?

Yu Xiaogang was well aware of the secrets between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect; their sect had no one capable of going toe-to-toe with a Limit Douluo.

Just as he was about to speak again, the Old Butler stuffed a sock into his mouth.

"Gangzi, don't talk so much. Just watch our young master earn you some face."

As soon as Lu Mingchuan finished speaking, Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua watched their acquaintance put on a show, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

They weren't idiots like Yu Xiaogang, who couldn't even recognize someone standing right in front of him without a disguise.

Bibi Dong wanted to confirm one more thing. Ignoring Lu Mingchuan, she chose to question Yu Xiaogang directly.

"Cuihua's lover, are you certain this is someone you know?"

At the mention of Cuihua, Yu Xiaogang's face changed instantly. The lingering pain combined with the agonizing memories in his mind struck his heart like a hammer.

(Damn it, why is this Saintess Bibi Dong so unappreciative?)

(Are you blind? Who is Cuihua's lover?)

(As expected of this brainless woman, she can't even tell that I was forced into it.)

Yu Xiaogang's indignant inner voice echoed in the minds of the three of them.

If Bibi Dong weren't watching Yu Xiaogang being trampled under Lu Mingchuan's foot, she would have used her heel to crush his face right then and there.

Truly a heartless, ungrateful wretch.

He really thought he was the only smart person in the world.

Bibi Dong asked her final question with an imposing air.

"If you are certain you know him, then tell me his name. Otherwise, none of you are leaving Spirit Hall today."

"This..." Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong's expression and felt a shiver of fear; she seemed to be serious.

But he knew the person he dreamed about, didn't he? Who was she looking down on?

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head and looked at Bibi Dong. "This is my cousin, Lu Mingchuan."

"His surname is Lu, and yours is Yu?"

Even Tang Yuehua could not help but click her tongue in astonishment.

The two of them did not even share the same surname, yet Yu Xiaogang did not harbor a single doubt.

Seeing the look of disbelief on Bibi Dong's face, Lu Mingchuan knew it was time for him to make his move.

"Butler."

[First time using force to suppress others; I should thank my audience.]

[I have to say, no wonder having underlings is so satisfying.]

You jerk, the ones you're suppressing right now are your own audience.

Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua took a step back.

Then, the Old Butler and Lu Mingchuan each stood on one side.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon manifested behind both of them simultaneously.

Thunder crackled and flashed as their martial souls appeared.

The Old Butler's spirit ring configuration was standard, nothing out of the ordinary.

But when Lu Mingchuan's rings—all of them pitch-black—appeared, everyone present could not help but gasp.

Was this a serious spirit ring configuration?

Who on earth could absorb a black ring as their very first?

(No... no... no...)

(Impossible, how can this be?)

(The family records clearly state the limits of spirit rings; even a thousand-year ring is impossible, so how could a ten-thousand-year ring exist?)

(Could the family archives be wrong? If so, how else can one explain what is on his body?)

Yu Xiaogang's inner thoughts perfectly represented the feelings of Bibi Dong and Tang Yuehua.

Was this kind of spirit ring configuration even something a human could absorb?

They had never imagined that someone's first spirit ring could be black. If his first five rings were all black, did that mean the next five would all be red?

Feeling their gazes fixed upon his spirit rings, Lu Mingchuan curled his lip.

[What a bunch of country bumpkins.]

[The big villain is delivering his lines; could you please show some respect for my profession?]

[If five black spirit rings shock you this much, wouldn't you be scared to death if I changed all my martial souls to gold?]

What the hell?

Did golden spirit rings even exist? As soon as Lu Mingchuan's inner thought slipped out, everyone was left rooted to the spot in silence.

Bibi Dong pondered this. As far as she knew, spirit rings only came in five colors: white, yellow, purple, black, and red. Could gold imply something beyond one hundred thousand years?

Unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart, Yu Xiaogang looked up and asked, "Cousin, how did you manage to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring directly? Didn't you feel like you were going to explode when you absorbed the first one?"

(Cousin, I am your cousin after all.)

(Tell me all your secrets; I'm sure you won't mind.)

(Come on, I am about to hear the greatest secret in the world.)

In his view, the ability to achieve such a cultivation configuration was something that must be handed over to the sect.