Laughing About Seven Treasure Investments

"Haha, Uncle Luo, you flatter me."

Qi Ji smiled and waved his hand, his tone carrying just the right amount of modesty.

Although he did think Luo Yuhang's words were not impossible—given his current starting point, there were probably only a few among his peers who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him—he could not possibly admit it so openly.

Being too ostentatious invited jealousy, and being too arrogant invited suppression. That was a simple lesson countless beatings from society had taught him in his previous life.

Honestly, looking across the entire Douluo Continent, the only opponent Qi Ji truly considered worthy of his attention was probably the Golden Silver Dragon King.

Besides, between the Dragon God Crown Prince and a Golden Silver Dragon King where "one plus one might not equal one," it was hard to say who would ultimately be stronger.

After all, he had inherited the complete Dragon God bloodline. There had been no splitting, no conflict, no seals—his lineage was pure and legitimate.

Still, before his wings had fully grown, it was better to keep as low a profile as possible.

Qi Ji secretly made up his mind: after obtaining his Soul Spirits today, he would avoid the places where the original plot took place whenever possible.

As for how the story developed from here, he could not be bothered to care.

Anyway, as long as he developed steadily, becoming a god was absolutely not some distant, unattainable prospect.

Why risk getting involved in all that messy plot nonsense?

There were still a full ten thousand years between Douluo III and Douluo IV. What was the rush?

Before long, the soul-powered car came to a steady stop at the entrance of the Spirit Pagoda.

After the two got out, Luo Yuhang raised a hand and stored the sleek luxury vehicle away with his Storage Soul Tool, his movements crisp and efficient.

Qi Ji followed behind him and looked up at the towering structure before them.

The seven-colored pillar of light that had pierced the heavens during the awakening earlier that day had long since faded. At this moment, the Spirit Pagoda had returned to its usual solemn grandeur.

Luo Yuhang strode through the entrance, sweeping his gaze toward the reception desk. His voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable authority. "Where is your Pagoda Master?"

He did not deliberately restrain his aura.

Even a trace of the presence of a rank ninety-six Titled Douluo, released casually, was enough to make ordinary Soul Masters feel suffocated.

The young receptionist was only a Soul Master in her twenties or thirties. Hit by the invisible pressure, her shoulders visibly trembled, and her face turned slightly pale.

"R-Reporting to Your Majesty Dark Emperor, the Pagoda Master... does not seem to be in the Spirit Pagoda."

Her voice shook as well as she stammered out her reply.

"Not here?"

Luo Yuhang's brows drew together slightly.

He remembered that after recruiting Qi Ji, they had all gone their separate ways.

At the time, the Pagoda Master of the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda had clearly remained inside the building and had shown no intention of going out.

Luo Yuhang had taken Qi Ji to the orphanage, tested his Mental Power along the way, and taught him a meditation method. Altogether, it had taken only an hour or two.

And in that short time, the man had left?

A thought suddenly crossed Luo Yuhang's mind. He could not help glancing sideways at Qi Ji, amusement appearing in his eyes.

"Could the Spirit Pagoda have discovered some peerless young genius and secretly gone to recruit him?"

Luo Yuhang felt that was not impossible.

As the official organization responsible for awakening the martial souls of children of the appropriate age across the continent, the Spirit Pagoda possessed the awakening records of all commoner children. Naturally, it was easier for them than other factions to discover talented individuals at the earliest opportunity.

Just like Qi Ji—had he not awakened today in the Spirit Pagoda's awakening chamber?

And while the odds of another genius appearing within Eastsea City's jurisdiction were very low, they were not zero.

What else besides another genius worthy of moving the Spirit Pagoda could make a dignified Titled Douluo temporarily set aside his affairs, rush off without even leaving word, and head out in such a hurry?

Luo Yuhang could not help growing curious—just who was the genius that had made the Pagoda Master of the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda swallow his pride and personally go recruit them?

To be honest, if he had heard that another peerless genius had appeared in the Spirit Pagoda before recruiting Qi Ji, he might have felt somewhat jealous or anxious.

But now... Luo Yuhang looked once more at the small figure standing quietly beside him, and the corner of his mouth lifted unconsciously.

It did not matter.

Whoever that child was, no matter how great their talent, before this monster, they would only ever be someone looking up at him.

As he thought that, he actually felt a faint trace of pity for the child he had never met—why had they been born in the same year as this monster?

"Uncle Luo, so we're going to wait here now?"

Qi Ji had naturally overheard the conversation between the receptionist and Luo Yuhang. He tilted his head, but there was no impatience on his face.

It seemed the Pagoda Master of the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda truly was absent.

In other words, the promise that Pagoda Master had personally made—that he would provide the first Soul Spirit for both martial souls free of charge—could only be fulfilled once he returned.

For an organization on the Spirit Pagoda's level, without someone in charge making the call, those beneath them would not dare casually hand over their best high-quality Soul Spirits.

"Mm." Luo Yuhang nodded, his tone certain. "The Soul Spirits chosen for you must be the best. For that, we can only wait until he gets back.

Otherwise, who knows whether the Spirit Pagoda will try to fob us off with something mediocre?

After all, you're one of the War God Temple now. The Spirit Pagoda and the War God Temple may be polite on the surface, but they've been competing in secret for more than a day or two."

"Th-That... the Spirit Pagoda is open for business, after all. They probably wouldn't do that, would they?"

Qi Ji said hesitantly.

He thought to himself that they were still the number one power on the continent. Surely they would not stoop to something so cheap?

"They won't give you anything bad." Luo Yuhang shook his head. "But do you think they'll easily bring out their most treasured goods?

The Spirit Pagoda has plenty of good things. The difference between one Thousand-Year Soul Spirit and another can be as vast as heaven and earth.

The value of an ordinary Thousand-Year Soul Spirit and a top-grade Thousand-Year Soul Spirit with a special talent could differ tenfold without being surprising.

On the other hand, Sea Dragon Douluo is a Titled Douluo. He will not go back on something he personally promised.

Once he returns and picks them out for you in front of me, they won't dare hide the good stuff."

Qi Ji nodded, understanding the workings behind it.

Sea Dragon Douluo—this was probably the title of the Pagoda Master of the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda.

Sea Dragon?

He pondered it inwardly. Was that not the title of Sea Dragon Douluo from Sea God Island in the first Douluo Continent novel?

But considering Tang San had even mixed up the titles of Long Xiaoyao and Tang Wulin in the books, repeated titles were not particularly strange.

After all, Clear Sky Douluo was an inherited title. The strongest member of every generation of the Clear Sky Sect was qualified to inherit it.

The Thunder Douluo of the Lightning Tyrant Dragon was the same.

So which of the three upper sects did not have an inherited title, exactly... What a hard thing to guess.

It could not possibly be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, whose investment failed and which even raised an ungrateful wretch, could it?