Bone Douluo Exerted Pressure, Gu Feng Broke Through!

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Gu Rong leaned back in his chair and asked somewhat doubtfully,

"Old Sword, is that kid really as impressive as you make him out to be? Level thirty-five at barely twelve years old, and he even created his own techniques?"

Chen Xin sat opposite him, his expression calm.

"When have I ever lied to you? That child is steady-tempered and has an exceptionally precise grasp of battle. He is by no means comparable to an ordinary commoner Soul Master."

At this point, Chen Xin paused, his tone turning slightly teasing.

"And there is something else you probably do not know. That kid spent half a month with Rongrong on the road, and now Rongrong is incredibly attached to him."

"Impossible!"

Gu Rong straightened up from his cushioned chair, his booming voice echoing through the hall.

"I know Rongrong's temperament best. Boys her age in the sect get picked on just for trying to speak to her. How could she possibly take a liking to some brat from outside?"

Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor, lifted his teacup for a sip, and smiled as he joined in.

"Uncle Bone, wait until Rongrong returns. You will see for yourself."

Before he had even finished speaking, light, brisk footsteps sounded outside the hall.

"Dad! Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone! I'm back!"

Ning Rongrong ran all the way into the hall, still tightly clutching Gu Feng's sleeve as though afraid he might walk too slowly.

Gu Feng was pulled up the steps by her, yet his pace remained steady as he followed behind.

Only after entering did Ning Rongrong reluctantly let go. She hurried to Gu Rong's side, wrapped her arms around his thin arm, and shook it vigorously.

"Grandpa Bone, I missed you so much!"

Gu Rong beamed from her shaking, but his gaze passed over Ning Rongrong and settled on Gu Feng, who stood in the middle of the hall.

Ning Rongrong turned sideways and introduced Gu Rong to Gu Feng.

"Gu Feng, this is my Grandpa Bone, a level ninety-five Titled Douluo! And Grandpa Bone even shares your surname."

Gu Feng stepped forward two paces and clasped his hands in salute.

"This junior is Gu Feng. Greetings, Uncle Ning. Greetings, Sword Douluo. Greetings, Bone Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and looked at Gu Feng warmly.

"No need for such formalities. You must have had a tiring journey. Later, let Rongrong take you to choose a quiet courtyard in the rear compound to stay in."

Gu Feng replied, "Thank you, Uncle Ning."

At that moment, Gu Rong rose to his feet and took heavy steps toward Gu Feng, stopping three paces away.

His withered frame stood far taller than Gu Feng's as he looked down and scrutinized the youth before him.

"I heard that you are only twelve years old, yet you have already cultivated to level thirty-five as a Battle Soul Elder?"

Gu Feng remained composed as he met the other man's gaze.

"Reporting to Bone Douluo, I merely broke through by luck."

Gu Rong snorted, his tone somewhat unfriendly.

"There is not that much luck in this world. That old sword has praised you to the heavens, and Rongrong is taking your side as well."

"But if you want to enter our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, if you want to be worthy of our Rongrong, sweet talk alone will not do. You need to show some real ability."

Gu Feng understood clearly that a colossal force like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had strict rules, and its two guardian Douluo treated Ning Rongrong as if she were their own.

If he could not demonstrate sufficient value and confidence, it would be difficult to borrow the sect's strength for his many future plans.

Gu Feng did not back down and said,

"Please instruct me, Bone Douluo."

Gu Rong raised his brows and laughed loudly.

"Good kid, you have guts! Then today, this old man will weigh your worth!"

Gu Rong remained where he stood as the fluctuations of Soul Power around him slowly began to spread outward.

The air in the hall suddenly grew heavy and sluggish.

The Soul Power pressure of a level thirty Soul Grandmaster spread forth, enveloping Gu Feng.

Gu Feng stood where he was, not even swaying on his feet.

Gu Rong was somewhat surprised.

An ordinary level thirty Soul Elder facing a Titled Douluo's pressure would feel their chest tighten from the difference in aura, even if the level was lowered.

Yet the youth before him seemed to feel nothing at all, standing utterly relaxed.

"Not bad."

Gu Rong stirred the Soul Power within his body, and the oppressive force suddenly rose to the level of a level forty Battle Soul Ancestor.

The floor of the hall gave a faint creak.

Faced with the pressure of level forty Soul Power, faint wisps of azure-green airflow began to emerge around Gu Feng.

His martial soul: the Wind Element.

The green currents swirled rapidly along his clothes, redirecting the crushing pressure bearing down on him toward the ground on either side.

His face remained calm, and his posture was like a pine rooted in stone.

"A pure elemental martial soul?"

Gu Rong exclaimed softly, shedding his initial indifference.

The Soul Power within him rose again in rapid increments, directly reaching level forty-five.

The wind in the hall grew shrill.

An aura as heavy as mountains pressed fiercely upon Gu Feng's shoulders, causing his feet to sink lightly into the floor.

Yet although beads of sweat appeared at Gu Feng's temples, his back straightened even further.

He had absorbed the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. His body had long since been thoroughly tempered by its immense life force, and the strength of his muscles and bones was far beyond that of ordinary Soul Masters.

Though the pressure at level forty-five was heavy, it still could not crush his body.

"Why are this kid's bones so tough?"

Gu Rong was thoroughly shocked.

A level thirty-five Soul Elder could actually endure pressure ten whole levels above his own without changing expression. This physique was simply absurdly powerful.

Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, could no longer bear to watch and stamped her feet anxiously.

"Grandpa Bone! What are you doing?! Stop it! He'll get hurt!"

Ning Rongrong lifted her skirt and was about to rush forward to shield Gu Feng, but Ning Fengzhi reached out from the side and caught her wrist.

Chen Xin also pressed a hand onto her shoulder and shook his head at her.

"Rongrong, do not panic. This kid has not reached his limit yet. Look at his feet."

Ning Rongrong looked carefully. Though Gu Feng was enveloped in the wind pressure, his stance was as steady as a mountain, and even his knees had not bent in the slightest.

Gu Rong's competitive spirit was instead stirred by Ning Rongrong's shout.

"Kid, if you cannot hold on, just beg for mercy. This old man will naturally stop!"

As soon as the words fell, Gu Rong raised the pressure in one breath to the level of a level fifty Soul King.

Boom!

The airflow in the center of the hall erupted with a dull blast.

The surrounding redwood tables and chairs slid backward several inches under the impact of that force.

Gu Feng felt his entire skeleton crackle, while his internal organs seemed to be pinned down by an immense weight.

Under the crushing pressure, the wind-attributed Soul Power in his body began circulating madly at an unprecedented speed.

At the same time, an incomparably vast and gentle blue-gold heat surged from his right leg.

The life essence contained within the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone was completely released under the fierce compression of the level fifty Soul Power pressure.

The immense medicinal power rushed upward through the meridians of his right leg, wildly washing through his entire body.

The places that had remained imperfect after fusion were forcibly broken through at that moment, and the right leg bone merged perfectly with his bones and meridians.

Gu Feng felt a wave of comfort spread through his body.

Level thirty-six, achieved!