The Tournament Begins

After more than two hours, Yu Tianxin successfully condensed Yang Lightning and perfectly absorbed the Nine Thunder Dragon Glorybind.

Yu Tianxin sensed his soul power. It had actually risen several levels in a row, reaching Rank 46! And it seemed to still be slowly increasing.

He rose to his feet and thanked him again:

"Thank you, Elder! Tianxin has no way to repay your kindness."

At that moment, an idea flashed through Mo Lin's mind:

"Hey~, how can you say there's no way to repay me? How about this—when we're in private, don't call me Elder anymore. Call me something else. Go on, call me 'Uncle' first and let me hear it."

"Isn't your train of thought jumping a little too far?" Yu Tianxin complained.

"So what if it is? Hurry, hurry, call me 'Uncle.' If that feels too awkward, 'Little Uncle' works too! Let me experience what it feels like to be treated as an elder." Mo Lin said.

Seeing Mo Lin suddenly become inexplicably excited, Yu Tianxin simply could not refuse him and could only call out:

"Little Uncle."

After hearing it, Mo Lin stroked his chin.

"Seems like... it doesn't feel all that special."

"I love you, you motherfucker!" Yu Tianxin said.

"Don't rush to curse me. There's something even more fucked up coming," Mo Lin said, patting Yu Tianxin on the shoulder. "Now that you've practiced that thing from earlier, until you've fully mastered it, you can't do that kind of thing with girls. Otherwise, your cultivation will be ruined, and all that training will have been for nothing!"

Yu Tianxin: "I fucking—"

At last, the day the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament opened had arrived. Naturally, Mo Lin and Mo Jia took the imperial carriage and arrived at the venue ahead of time.

As usual, the two began discussing their next course of action in the carriage.

"Xiao Lin, we've been in Heaven Dou City for several days already. Why haven't you gone to find that Master yet? That should be the main purpose of our trip, shouldn't it?" Mo Jia asked.

"It is the main purpose, but giving the letter to Master now may not produce the best results. Right now, Master has devoted all his energy to the Soul Master Tournament. Even if he reads this letter, he won't make a decision immediately. Instead, as time passes, the emotions this letter stirs in him may gradually fade. Then the matter I plan to ask Uncle to handle later won't have nearly as much effect." Mo Lin replied.

"Then what are we going to do next?" Mo Jia asked.

Mo Lin spread his hands.

"What else can we do? Watch the matches properly!"

Mo Lin was very relaxed now, with nothing much to do. However, Emperor Xue Ye was rather troubled. A few days ago, he had been so delighted that he left the seating arrangements inside the arena to his subordinates. But when he looked today, he discovered that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats were next to those of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Who didn't know that Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Fengzhi had some bad blood between them? Wouldn't putting them together lead to an argument?

Sitting in the main seat of the Soul Arena, Emperor Xue Ye slammed the armrest.

"Who exactly arranged these seats?! They can't even handle such a minor matter!"

"Has Your Majesty encountered some problem? If you require assistance, we would be happy to help."

Emperor Xue Ye turned toward the source of the voice and found that Mo Lin and Mo Jia had arrived first. As emperor, he could hardly admit outright that he was in trouble—especially when that trouble concerned them.

"Have the two Elders rested well?"

Mo Lin replied politely:

"Thank you for Your Majesty's concern. Elder Yu Jia and I have both rested very well. We only wonder where Your Majesty has arranged our seats."

Emperor Xue Ye hesitantly handed the seating chart to Mo Lin.

Seeing Emperor Xue Ye's expression, as though he had eaten shit, Mo Lin thought something major had happened. After glancing at the document, he realized that their seats had merely been placed beside Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, positioned behind and above the two of them.

Seeing Mo Lin's expression change so much, Emperor Xue Ye assumed he truly was dissatisfied and asked:

"How about I rearrange the seating?"

Mo Lin clasped his hands in salute.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to trouble yourself. Although our Clan Leader and Sect Master Ning do indeed have some grievances between them, those are private matters. The Upper Three Sects have always stood together through thick and thin. Besides, it is only a minor matter of seating. I believe neither we nor Sect Master Ning would mind."

"Well said, Elder."

At some point, Ning Fengzhi had also arrived at the venue with Bone Douluo. He walked over to Mo Lin's side, first saluted Emperor Xue Ye, then turned to Mo Lin.

"For an Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to hold such a distinguished position at such a young age, while also being so reasonable and understanding, you must surely be a person of exceptional talent and deep foresight. It seems the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's title as the second sect under Heaven may soon be impossible to keep."

"Sect Master Ning overpraises me. I only became an Elder by chance and good fortune. If the clan is truly to advance further, it certainly cannot rely on a minor figure like me alone." Mo Lin exchanged a few polite words out of courtesy, though he did not deny the latter half of Ning Fengzhi's statement.

Ning Fengzhi maintained his courteous smile.

"His Majesty and the rest of us will shortly be going outside the Soul Arena to observe the opening ceremony. If the two of you are interested, you may come and watch as well."

Mo Jia smiled as he spoke.

"Naturally. Your Majesty and Sect Master Ning should head over quickly. Don't let the two of us delay you."

After Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Bone Douluo departed, Mo Jia said:

"This Ning Fengzhi looks refined and courteous, and he seems quite smooth in dealing with people. He doesn't look like the sort to make enemies! Just how did your uncle end up at odds with him?"

Mo Lin shrugged.

"Even if you ask me, I can't give you a clear answer. But I reckon Ning Fengzhi and my uncle aren't really enemies—they just can't stand each other. Ning Fengzhi thinks my uncle is too blunt in both conduct and dealings, while my uncle thinks Ning Fengzhi overthinks everything just to avoid offending anyone. Those two old men simply don't see eye to eye."

As Ning Fengzhi headed outside the arena, he used voice transmission to ask Bone Douluo:

"Elder Bone, did you see through those two at all?"

Bone Douluo replied through voice transmission as well:

"That young man who kept talking should be a Soul King. And not one who had only just entered the Soul King realm—he should have been at this level for some time already. At his age, he was definitely a genius. As for the one who remained silent, although he didn't release much soul power, in my opinion, he should be a Title Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi was greatly surprised:

"A Title Douluo? It seems the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has hidden itself deeply. Another Title Douluo had actually emerged in the past few years, yet no one on the continent had discovered it."

After recalling what he had sensed just now, Bone Douluo's expression turned somewhat grave:

"Fengzhi, there's something I find rather strange."

"What is it?" Ning Fengzhi

Bone Douluo said:

"I feel that this Title Douluo's strength should be above mine."