Martial Soul Ten Elites

This lengthy meeting lasted nearly six hours and established the general direction for Spirit Hall's future development.

The elders and worshippers gradually dispersed. Liu Erlong also went off to handle matters at Spirit Hall Academy. Only Qin Xuan and his four wives remained.

Qin Xuan closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows.

It was not physical exhaustion. At his level, he had long ceased to feel fatigue.

It was mental exhaustion. Only when one ran a household did one understand the cost of rice and firewood. This was Qin Xuan's first time truly realizing how difficult it was to manage a major force spread across the continent.

Seeing this, Jing Ni naturally stepped behind him and began massaging his shoulders. Bibi Dong and Ling Yuan refused to be outdone, one kneading his legs while the other brewed him tea. By the time it was Nong Yu's turn, she found there was no place left for her.

So she simply stood to one side and carefully attended to him.

Qin Xuan stretched comfortably, accepted the tea Bibi Dong handed him, and took a light sip. He opened the system and looked at the Emotion Points that had continued soaring, already surpassing 140 million. Only then did a trace of satisfaction appear on his face.

With the Emotion Points supplied by the more than two hundred suckers from the Clear Sky Sect, along with Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang, plus the promising Shrek prospects led by Little Scumbag, by the time the original story ended, he could probably create ten or eight God Kings.

At that moment, the doors to the council hall were pushed open. A Red-Robed Cardinal entered slowly, hunched over and holding a roster in both hands. He did not dare raise his head.

He stopped