Super Saiyan...

The banquet soon ended, and the people who had come to watch the ceremony left one after another—

They could hardly wait to send everything they had seen and heard today back to their own organizations.

Spirit Hall had produced a monstrous Holy Son. His martial soul was extraordinarily powerful, and his first three soul rings were two ten-thousand-year rings and one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Faced with such a monster...

What should we do next?

Should we show goodwill toward Spirit Hall, or keep our original attitude, neither warm nor cold?

These were things the other sects and royal families needed to consider.

Everyone knew that before long, the power structure of the continent was going to change—

Spirit Hall had already been the strongest organization on the continent, faintly able to contend with the two great empires, Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou Empire.

And now it had produced a monstrous Holy Son as well.

The situation was like everyone else still failing to develop the atomic bomb while Spirit Hall had already taken the lead in mastering it.

Faced with a terrifying atomic bomb, all the powers would probably change their attitude toward Spirit Hall.

If they wanted to seize the initiative in this drastically shifting order, the other powers had to make a decision as soon as possible—

Become Spirit Hall's friends.

Or become their enemies.

Or perhaps remain neutral, continuing to keep a neither-close-nor-distant relationship with Spirit Hall.

But the powers that kept their distance would also have to make a choice in the near future.

The state of the world would not truly allow you to remain neutral forever.

Someone would always force you to choose.

After the banquet ended, Lin Bei was brought by Bibi Dong to the Small Garden.

Bibi Dong sat down on the flower-vine chair in the little pavilion and gestured for Lin Bei to sit beside her. Then she asked, "What kind of soul skill came with the God-Given Soul Ring you obtained today?"

"Teacher, it's this kind of soul skill..."

As he spoke, Lin Bei activated his martial soul and used the soul skill he had just obtained.

The third red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring erupted with dazzling light. Then Lin Bei's entire body was enveloped in golden divine radiance, and a terrifying aura burst from him, forming a ring of blazing energy around his body!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

He looked just like a Super Saiyan.

Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet and looked at Lin Bei in surprise.

After the soul skill was activated, Lin Bei's strength, in her perception, instantly soared to the level of a Soul Emperor.

But right now... Lin Bei was only a three-ring Battle Soul Venerable.

There were two whole major realms between that and Soul Emperor.

"What soul skill is this?" Bibi Dong couldn't help asking.

"I call it Super Saiya... cough, cough, cough. Mm, Deification."

Bibi Dong's expression turned strange. "Super Saiyan Deification?"

"No, there's no Super Saiyan."

Lin Bei gave an awkward laugh. He had just wanted to be a little clever. If it really were Super Saiyan, he would wake up laughing from his dreams.

A Super Saiyan was far more powerful than the gods of this world.

After all, the so-called Sea God Trident was only a little over one hundred and eight thousand jin. In other fantasy novels, the protagonist could swing one arm and casually wield a hundred thousand jin, yet in the original work Tang San nearly failed to pick it up—

"It really was kind of weak."

And what about Super Saiyans?

Those were ruthless beings who could destroy planets and Solar Systems at the drop of a hat.

If they came to this world, they could beat those so-called gods of the divine realm so badly they wouldn't know which way was north.

"It's just Deification," Lin Bei said.

Bibi Dong looked at Lin Bei, who was burning with golden energy and seemed like a god, then nodded. The name was quite fitting.

"Deification... what effects does it have?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Deification can raise all of my body's attributes by three hundred percent for a short time."

As Lin Bei spoke, he dispersed the effects of Deification and sighed. "Unfortunately, my current Soul Power can only maintain Deification for one minute."

Bibi Dong said, "Being able to maintain it for one minute is already not bad. I sensed just now that after you used Deification, your strength immediately rose to the Soul Emperor level. As expected of a God-Given Soul Ring. It's truly astonishing."

After a pause, Bibi Dong asked, "By the way, Little Bei, what level are you after obtaining the God-Given Soul Ring?"

Lin Bei looked over his own panel—

It showed that his Soul Power level had already reached...

"Thirty-sixth level."

Bibi Dong: "..."

This child was leveling up far too quickly!

Others his age were still painstakingly cultivating just to rise by one level, but he had shot up six levels in a single day. This talent was simply heaven-defying!

"All right, go and rest for now," Bibi Dong said to Lin Bei with a wave of her hand.

Back then, she had been a genius too.

Her talent had even made Qiandao Liu take notice.

Yet now, compared with her own disciple, Bibi Dong actually felt a sense of defeat.

You're bullying me too much, Little Bei.

"Teacher, then I'll take my leave first."

Lin Bei bowed, then turned and left the Small Garden.

To be honest, he was rather tired too.

Not physically tired, but mentally tired.

After going through the whole process today, especially during the evening banquet, where he had to properly converse with the disciples of the various sects and the nobles while keeping a spring-breeze-like smile on his face the entire time, it had truly been exhausting.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi and the other two had already returned to the hotel.

After carrying the tired-out Ning Rongrong to bed to sleep, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong sat facing each other, both wearing somewhat worried expressions.

"Uncle Rong, what do you think I should do?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Gu Rong as he asked.

On the surface, he seemed to be asking Gu Rong, but in truth, he was asking himself.

This involved his precious daughter.

At the same time, it concerned the future survival of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so he truly did not dare make a decision lightly.

Gu Rong did not answer immediately. Instead, he said with a sigh, "A six-year-old Soul Elder... I have never seen a genius with such powerful talent."

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement.

"Yes. Especially his Soul Rings—they're astonishing as well. All of them are over ten thousand years old, and his third Soul Ring is even a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. If that child grows up, he will definitely become the leading figure of the future soul master world."

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi, a smile appearing on his face. "Fengzhi, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly stunned, then gave a rueful smile. "Yes, I already have the answer."

He turned to look at his daughter sleeping soundly on the bed and said softly, "But Rongrong has to agree too. If Rongrong doesn't agree, I would rather disband the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect than accept their Marriage Alliance!"

Ning Fengzhi understood clearly in his heart.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did not agree to Spirit Hall's Marriage Alliance, the only outcomes would be the sect's destruction or disbandment.

If they wanted to oppose Spirit Hall, they would have to unite the power of the other six great sects.

But that was far easier said than done.

Everyone from the other sects had seen just how monstrous Spirit Hall's Holy Son was today.

After today, there would certainly be quite a few sects that chose to become allies with Spirit Hall.

Without uniting the strength of the Seven Great Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not stand against Spirit Hall.

Spirit Hall, the strongest organization on the continent, did not possess that title in name only.

Once that Holy Son grew up, Spirit Hall would reach another peak. At that time, even if the Seven Great Sects joined forces, they might still not be a match for Spirit Hall.

Gu Rong sighed. The situation was pressing down on them like this.

So what if they were one of the upper three sects?

Before overwhelming strength, their fate was still nothing more than something arranged by others.

"Let's ask Rongrong tomorrow. From what I saw, she got along quite well with that Holy Son. If they really can form a Marriage Alliance, it wouldn't be a bad thing for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect either."

Ning Fengzhi nodded.