I Decide to Bring My Talent to the War God Temple

Some looked embarrassed, some shook their heads with wry smiles, and some gritted their teeth unwillingly before turning and leaving.

Some smaller factions truly did not have Titled Douluo overseeing them and simply could not produce an expert of that caliber to recruit talent.

Other factions might have sufficient foundations, but their Titled Douluo were treasured pillars of their sects. They could not possibly be dispatched so casually for a child who had only just awakened.

At events for recruiting newcomers, sending a Soul Sage or Soul Douluo was usually already considered a show of sincerity. Who could have expected this six-year-old child to demand a Titled Douluo the moment he opened his mouth?

Nearly two-thirds of the crowd dispersed amid hushed murmurs, and the previously packed corridor immediately became much more spacious.

Qi Ji raised his eyes and counted. Only four people remained standing where they were, their expressions unchanged.

If he had guessed correctly... the four factions before him were naturally the Spirit Pagoda, Eastsea Legion, War God Temple, and Skysea Alliance.

Qi Ji swept his gaze across the faces of those four people one by one, rapidly calculating in his mind.

As for why neither Shrek nor the Tang Sect was present—first, given Shrek's arrogance, would they really lower themselves and come all the way to Eastsea City to recruit people?

Those old scholars had always looked down their noses at everyone, believing that every genius in the world ought to kneel before Shrek City's gates and beg to be taken in.

"Every genius under heaven belongs to Shrek" was no idle boast. It was a belief carved into their bones.

No matter how monstrous Qi Ji's talent was, unless he had awakened in Shrek City itself, Shrek would not send so much as a single person.

Expecting them to take the initiative? Keep dreaming.

As for the Tang Sect... that was rather unfortunate. To be honest, the faction Qi Ji most wanted to join was actually the Tang Sect. After all, in Douluo 3, only the Tang Sect possessed extremely important resources that caught his eye.

Such as the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and Dragon Valley. But on Douluo Continent, the Tang Sect had always kept a low profile. Its only public representative was Passionate Douluo Zang Xin, while Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi, the sect master, was still stationed with the Blood God Legion and had no time to handle matters on the continent.

Compared to Douluo Continent, the Tang Sect had actually developed better in the Star Luo Empire. Its branch halls there were flourishing, even livelier than its headquarters.

Therefore, it was understandable that the Tang Sect had not sent anyone. Though Qi Ji felt a little regretful, he was not truly disappointed.

After quickly weighing things in his mind, the first faction Qi Ji eliminated without hesitation was the Skysea Alliance.

The Skysea Alliance was indeed wealthy—filthy rich. A stomp of its foot could shake the entire Federation's business world three times over. But it was only wealthy.

In fact, the Skysea Alliance was known for being one of the Federation's weaker regions in terms of Soul Master strength, with a severe shortage of high-level Soul Masters.

In other words, it could not even find many experts at the level of Super Douluo to hold the fort.

What if, after he displayed his talent, the Skysea Alliance treated him as a mascot and paraded him around everywhere, only for some mad organization like the Holy Spirit Cult to set its sights on him?

Qi Ji had no desire to end up inexplicably dead in the streets just days after awakening.

Could factions without even a Limit Douluo please just get lost? They could leave that kind of blessing for someone else to enjoy.

Then there was the Spirit Pagoda. To put it bluntly, the Spirit Pagoda looked like the continent's number one faction today, glamorous and infinitely impressive on the surface, but its actual situation was extremely delicate.

Although it controlled the continent's most important cultivation resource—the Soul Spirit—Soul Spirits were fundamentally public resources. Anyone with money could buy them, and the Spirit Pagoda would not dare refuse to sell Soul Spirits to other major factions, or it would be besieged into bankruptcy in no time.

This thing was like tap water and electricity in his previous life. Whoever paid got it. It simply could not form a true monopoly barrier.

Moreover, the Spirit Pagoda had long been firmly controlled by the Qian Gu Family. From the Pagoda Master to the stewards at every level, nearly all of them were members of the Qian Gu Family.

If Qi Ji performed too well, he might be suppressed and excluded. They might even be capable of something as ridiculous as making him "die by suicide from an arrow in the back."

That Leng Family everyone in so many fanfictions praised to the skies, and Leng Yaozhu—heh. A family without even a single demigod. What a joke.

The Qian Gu Family had three Limit Douluo in one generation. If Qian Gu Dongfeng had not liked Leng Yaozhu, the Leng Family would probably have been devoured by the Qian Gu Family, skin, bones, and all, without even scraps remaining.

Thus, Qi Ji decisively drew a large red X over the Spirit Pagoda in his mind and crossed it off.

That left the Eastsea Legion and the War God Temple.

Both were directly affiliated with the Federation, so their resources were certainly top-tier. There was no doubt about that.

Furthermore, since they belonged to the Federation, there was no need to worry about their high-level combat strength. The Federation's direct ranks had Titled Douluo in abundance, and even Super Douluo were nothing rare.

The Eastsea Legion was a legion directly under the Federation, unlike the Northern Legion, Southern Legion, and Sea God Legion, whose positions were monopolized by specific families. In other words, there was no need to worry about the Eastsea Legion's upper ranks being firmly controlled by any one family. Its promotion path was relatively clean and transparent, based entirely on ability.

It was just that—the Eastsea Legion was, after all, a proper military force...

Honestly, Qi Ji did not want to enlist.

One only needed to admire and respect soldiers. As for military life, Qi Ji preferred to keep his distance.

Even as an ordinary university student in his previous life, he had complained that his schedule was too full and he never got enough sleep. Now that he had finally transmigrated, did he really have to live a life of waking at five every morning to bugle calls, folding quilts into tofu blocks, training and training some more, and obeying every order without question?

Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle, let alone experiencing it personally.

Thus, after careful consideration, Qi Ji ultimately felt that the War God Temple might be the better choice.

Although the War God Temple was also connected to the military, it was merely "connected." In essence, it was more like a top-tier combat training institution operating under the military's name. Its internal atmosphere was far more relaxed and informal than that of a proper legion. He would not need to drill and stand guard every day, nor turn himself into a machine that obeyed orders.

Although the War God Temple' two leaders were one honorary Shrek native and one love-struck fool, Qi Ji did not think that was much of a problem.

After all, the Federation was the true leader of the War God Temple, not Guan Yue and Chen Xinjie. As long as the Federation's system continued functioning normally, the War God Temple could not go too far off the rails.

"So, little Qi Ji, have you made up your mind?" After a long while, someone finally could not help urging him.

Qi Ji looked up toward the voice. It was the Titled Douluo representing the Skysea Alliance.

Qi Ji kept his expression calm, but he did not hesitate for even half a second. He had already ruled out the Skysea Alliance, after all. This man was destined to have made the trip for nothing.

Then Qi Ji shifted his gaze toward the representative of the War God Temple.

The Titled Douluo clad in dark silver battle armor had a stern face. Faint ripples of Soul Power flowed across his armor. Though he stood silently in the corridor without saying a word, he possessed an imposing aura that could not be ignored.

Qi Ji took a deep breath and gave the answer he had considered for so long. "I think... I'll bring my talent to the War God Temple!"