Abundance Douluo

Emerald radiance enveloped the entire room in an instant, accompanied by a surge of life energy that washed over them.

Simply standing there, the steward felt as though he had become several years younger.

Under his expectant, shocked, and excited gaze, a shadow slowly emerged in Ning Yao's palm.

"This is..."

At first, it was merely an ordinary piece of green wood. But gradually, the steward saw leaves begin to grow, fresh shoots sprout from the wood, and newborn branches stretch outward.

In the end, it transformed into a massive green tree in Ning Yao's hand.

Although the giant tree was only as large as Ning Yao's palm, it was obvious that Ning Yao had deliberately shrunk it. The well-traveled steward quickly understood.

Just as he was about to ask Ning Yao to release his soul rings, he noticed a glimmer of light had already appeared beneath Ning Yao's feet.

At once, he wisely shut his mouth.

The glimmer expanded, and the first yellow hundred-year soul ring appeared beneath Ning Yao's feet.

Then came a second yellow ring, followed by purple, purple, until the fifth soul ring turned black.

The steward watched anxiously. Even now, he had never known Ning Yao's exact cultivation. He had merely inferred from the attitude of Spirit Hall's higher-ups that Ning Yao was likely a Titled Douluo.

Then came the sixth and seventh, both black.

But when it reached the eighth, the steward suddenly felt as if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Blood-red radiance even encroached upon some of the green light scattered throughout the room.

Even the steward's face was bathed in scarlet.

"A-a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!!"

When that blood-red soul ring fully settled beneath Ning Yao's feet, the steward could no longer contain his shocked cry.

A hundred thousand years—the eighth ring!

The hundred-thousand-year soul ring that countless Titled Douluo dreamed of possessing was actually this senior's eighth soul ring.

Then could the ones after it...

As that thought crossed his mind, another blood-red soul ring settled beneath Ning Yao's feet.

"Another hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!"

The steward's heartbeat seemed to skip half a beat.

For an instant, he felt that his entire life had been worthwhile.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red!

Two full hundred-thousand-year soul rings! Didn't that mean this senior possessed a total of eleven soul skills?

He might even have two hundred-thousand-year soul bones.

With such a lineup, the steward finally understood why Spirit Hall's higher-ups held this senior in such high regard.

With such a lineup, no one on the entire continent could likely rival him, at least as far as the steward knew.

One had to know that Titled Douluo were already rare, and possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring alone placed one above other Titled Douluo.

Yet Ning Yao possessed two of them!

The steward did not even dare imagine how powerful Ning Yao was.

"Senior, may I ask about your soul power and title?"

the steward asked softly.

He no longer dared test Ning Yao's soul power. Even Ning Yao merely looking at him now put him under immense pressure.

"Level 95 healing-type Titled Douluo."

The steward: "??"

"Senior, what kind of Titled Douluo did you say you were?"

Still somewhat dazed, the steward asked Ning Yao again.

"Level 95, healing-type Titled Douluo. My title is Abundance—Abundance Douluo."

The steward felt as though his ears were ringing, or perhaps he was hallucinating.

Healing-type?!

When Ning Yao had summoned his martial soul earlier, that immense vitality had already led him to speculate. Yet when he truly heard that designation from Ning Yao himself, he was still stunned.

Having lived for so many years, he seemed never to have heard of a healing-type Titled Douluo appearing anywhere on the continent.

He had lost count of how many times he had been shocked today.

Ning Yao's standing in his heart had now become incomparably lofty.

A healing-type Titled Douluo—forget Spirit Hall, every power on the continent, including the two great empires, would probably scramble to treat Ning Yao as an honored guest.

After all, someone like this could influence far more than the outcome of a conflict between two sides.

The steward felt that if Ning Yao were truly recruited by either of the two great empires, that empire would likely declare war on the other before long.

After all, everyone understood what a healing-type Titled Douluo represented.

Only after taking several deep breaths did the steward finally regain his composure.

He gave Ning Yao a deep bow.

"Senior Abundance Douluo, I will truthfully record your information and rank, then report it to Wuhun City. Wuhun City will announce your information to the public in due course."

Ning Yao nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his martial soul and soul rings.

"That's good. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

The steward hurriedly nodded, placing both hands in front of himself.

"Farewell, Senior Abundance!"

After watching Ning Yao leave completely, he did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately began making arrangements concerning Ning Yao.

By then, Ning Yao had already walked out of Spirit Hall.

Naturally, what he had displayed just now was fake.

He had fabricated it specifically for his identity.

But it was not entirely fake.

The soul rings were indeed fake, but his martial soul was unquestionably his true body.

That piece of wood had been his initial form in this life after receiving Abundance's blessing. Only later, as his followers increased and time passed, had it grown into the towering giant tree it was today.

Along the way, he had witnessed far too much...

Ning Yao gently shook his head and stopped reminiscing.

Without lingering any longer, he turned and returned to his little house.

Over the past few days, he had already explored Soto City thoroughly enough.

Now, all he had to do was wait for Qian Renxue.

According to his calculations, Guangling Douluo had already come, so Qian Renxue should arrive soon as well.

The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.

During those three days, the steward personally visited him to report on the progress and results of the certification.

Everything had gone smoothly. His information had been fully uploaded to Pope Hall in Wuhun City.

Pope Bibi Dong personally sent a reply praising the steward for his work and extending an olive branch to Ning Yao.

Naturally, Ning Yao refused, and he had the steward convey his intentions as well.

Though the steward found it somewhat regrettable, he still replied according to Ning Yao's instructions.

Yet even today, Bibi Dong at Pope Hall had made no further move.

Ning Yao was happy to enjoy the peace and did not concern himself with it any further.

By now, his name should have spread throughout the Seven Great Clans. But because Spirit Hall and Ning Yao himself had instructed the steward to convey both his information and his stance from the very beginning, no one besides Spirit Hall had come looking for him so far.

That was exactly the outcome Ning Yao wanted.

Not until the fifth day did someone knock on his door again.

This time, however, it was not the Spirit Hall steward who frequently came to report to him.

"Long time no see, Senior Abundance."

The door opened, and the old man greeted Ning Yao with a smile.

"It has indeed been a long time, Snake Spear Douluo."