Where is A Yin?

As for why Lin Mo had thought of Xiao Wu first, it was naturally because she was a soul beast who had taken human form.

'As a soul beast, she should know something about soul cores, right?'

Lin Mo scratched his head awkwardly. He suddenly realized a problem: judging by that stupid rabbit's behavior after taking human form, he really did not have much confidence in her.

Besides, Lin Mo did not even know where Xiao Wu was now, so this plan could only be put aside for the time being.

However, there seemed to be another candidate who could help carry out this plan: A Yin.

Though A Yin most likely did not know about soul cores either.

But as the Blue Silver Emperor, she essentially controlled all the Blue Silver Grass across the continent. Helping him gather some information should still be within her capabilities.

But...

Where was A Yin now?

Inside Spirit Hall's council chamber, Qian Xunji sat in the seat of honor, looking utterly relaxed, with even a hint of mockery on his face.

Ever since he had imprisoned Bibi Dong in the dungeon and abolished her martial soul, he had gotten a proper taste of comfort.

Qian Xunji had figured it out now. He was not exactly a good man to begin with, so why should he hold Bibi Dong in the palm of his hand?

As the saying went, the woman you treasured in your palm might just kick you aside for someone else.

Now, Qian Xunji wanted to be the man who stood up and did the kicking.

First eat something, then fuck hard.

As for the major sect representatives below the dais, whose faces had turned livid, it was because after several rounds of negotiations, they still had not settled on the format of their tournament.

"Hmph! Tang Zhen! What the fuck do you want? The original sect battles were all conducted one-on-one."

"You insist on making it three-on-three. What's the point?"

Yu Yuanzhen was the first to lash out. He snorted coldly, practically pointing at Tang Zhen's nose as he spoke. He was clearly furious beyond measure.

"Old loach, watch your fucking mouth!"

"Careful, or I'll smash your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to pieces!"

Tang Zhen had not even spoken when Tang Hao beside him lost his patience and immediately fired back.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he thoroughly enraged Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen slammed his hand onto the armrest, rose to his feet, and shouted sternly at Tang Hao.

"Fuck your mother! Who the hell are you to act so presumptuously before this sect master?"

"Let's see whether your father would dare speak to me like that!"

"Hao'er, shut up!"

Tang Zhen roared in a low voice. Though Tang Hao was still unwilling, he obediently stepped back.

Yu Yuanzhen snorted as well. Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, he let the matter rest and sat back down.

The representatives of the other lesser sects merely lowered their heads, watching their noses and minds, without involving themselves in the conflict among the upper three sects.

After all, regardless of the format, they could not defeat the upper three sects. At most, the rankings among the lower four sects would rotate.

Ning Fengzhi sat to one side, calmly watching the show. However, the way he looked at the Clear Sky Sect was somewhat cold. He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the format they had proposed.

After all, the original 1V1 format allowed for rest between matches. And with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo, a best-of-three format was practically a guaranteed victory.

As long as he took the field himself and traded places with Tang Zhen, then sent the Sword and Bone Douluo out separately, they could practically dominate the entire match.

It was the Douluo version of Tian Ji's horse racing.

Meanwhile, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had brought an elderly level 91 Titled Douluo this time, along with a level 87 Soul Douluo.

If they followed the original 1V1 format, they would have had a considerable chance of defeating the Clear Sky Sect.

But under a 3V3 format, it would be entirely different.

After all, the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes could be used in conjunction. The power unleashed by a Super Douluo-level Titled Douluo together with two quasi-Titled Douluo would require even the Sword and Bone Douluo, working together with Ning Fengzhi's support, to face it with caution.

After all, Tang Hao was already a level 89 quasi-Titled Douluo, while even Tang Xiao had reached level 88.

Moreover, it was said that Tang Hao had inherited the true teachings of the Clear Sky Sect's ancestor, Tang Chen, and possessed unique secret techniques. His strength had to be rated even higher.

Tang Xiao's expression was somewhat ugly. He truly had not expected changing the format to encounter such great resistance. Sure enough, there was not a single fool in the world.

But the Clear Sky Sect always liked treating others as fools.

So naturally, they could not get what they wanted.

"Enough! Everyone, stop arguing."

"Let's continue using the previous 1V1 format."

"However, one more rule will be added. This time, it will be an arena match, and it will not end until all three members of one side have completely lost their fighting ability."

After saying this, Qian Xunji paid the others no further attention. He closed his eyes again and began resting.

"My Clear Sky Sect agrees to this proposal."

Tang Zhen considered it briefly before deciding to accept the proposal. Though it was not the ideal arrangement, a tournament format was still acceptable.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can agree as well."

Naturally, Ning Fengzhi had no objections. This format posed no great problem for them; if anything, it might even play to their strengths.

Though Ning Fengzhi himself would become a weak point, they had two Titled Douluo.

"Fine, then my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect agrees as well."

Though Yu Yuanzhen was unwilling, he ultimately nodded.

The remaining major sects naturally had even fewer objections and voiced their agreement one after another.

"Now that you've finally settled on the format, let's begin tomorrow!"

Qian Xunji spoke indifferently. No one objected, and they all nodded.

However, as he left, Tang Hao cast one more glance at Yu Yuanzhen, the old dragon leader. There was undeniably icy killing intent in his eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen felt somewhat uneasy inside, though he did not know why. Still, the pride of a Titled Douluo made him meet Tang Hao's gaze directly.

"Hehe... Fight, fight. Fight for the sect rankings."

"It would be best if a few of them were beaten to death or crippled."

After the people from the major sects departed, Qian Xunji sat alone in the seat of honor, his smile brilliant.

The major sects fighting among themselves for rankings was simply the sight he most wanted to see. It would be even better if a few people died this time.

"Yue Guan, make the arrangements. Tomorrow, the healing-type soul masters don't need to try too hard."

"Mm. If some can't be healed, just let them die."

After saying this, Qian Xunji burst into laughter at his own joke. Yue Guan, meanwhile, was somewhat speechless. No matter what, people from the seven great sects could not die on Spirit Hall's grounds.

If they were going to die, they had to die back home.

Otherwise, it would be easy for outsiders to misinterpret it as some sort of Spirit Hall conspiracy.

"Hahaha, enough, Yue Guan. I was joking."

"Of course they can't die in our Spirit Hall, but there truly is no need to put too much effort into healing them. I still hope they die."

"Yes, I understand, Your Holiness the Pope."

"Mm."

"Oh, right. Have Ghost Douluo investigate Tang Hao's whereabouts."

"That kid Lin Mo seems rather interested in Tang Hao. He came to ask me two days ago whether we could send someone to investigate him."

"Leave this matter to Gui Mei. Whatever he finds, have him report directly to Lin Mo."

Yue Guan nodded and turned to leave.