Claiming the tournament championship in advance, heading to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well

Ning Fengzhi was positively radiant.

"Excellent! A fourteen-year-old Soul King—the mere thought makes it impossible to sit still!"

He paused, then continued,

"Little Feng, I promised to find you a high-quality Head Soul Bone. Our sect's scouts sent word back from the Star Luo Empire just the day before yesterday."

"The grand auction house in Star Luo City is holding a special private auction next month. Apparently, one of its highlight lots is a Head Soul Bone of considerable age."

"The sect has already gathered the funds and sent them over. Whatever the cost, I'll secure it for you before the tournament opens!"

Gu Feng's expression barely changed as he listened. He merely waved a hand.

"There's no need to rush, Uncle Ning. High-quality Head Soul Bones are rare finds. If we push too hard, the auction house may simply jack up the price."

"Besides, I've heard rumors that Spirit Hall is offering top-tier Soul Bones among the championship prizes for this Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament to demonstrate its authority as the foremost power."

"They'll be ours sooner or later. Why spend a fortune on something inferior?"

Ning Fengzhi froze.

Beside him, Bone Douluo Gu Rong burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Listen to you, Little Feng! The tournament hasn't even started, and you're already treating the treasures in Spirit Hall's vault as yours?"

Ning Rongrong immediately spoke up.

"What do you know, Grandpa Bone? If Brother Feng says he can win them, then he can!"

"Our Imperial Fighting Team already has four Soul Ancestors. By the time the tournament starts, Brother Feng will be a Soul King. What team could possibly beat us?"

Gu Feng happily ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair.

"Uncle Ning, sorry for the trouble, but please turn down the request in that letter from the education committee for