Ling Yuan Was Well-Endowed, and Bigger Was Better: A Candidate for the Fire Sword Attendant

Demon Bear Douluo was level 93. Respectable, if unremarkable.

He had always remained neutral, never openly siding with anyone.

But Demon Bear Douluo had spent years building his influence in Spirit City and established his own Demon Bear family there. He had put down roots in Spirit Hall and could be counted among its own Titled Douluo.

His loyalty was beyond doubt. Presumably, he would not defy an order from Spirit Hall.

As for the last person, Qian Juechen's gaze paused as he recalled her figure.

Ling Yuan Douluo's martial soul was the Blazing Fire Kite, a top-tier fire-attribute beast martial soul of the assault type.

She was also the only female Titled Douluo in the entire Elder Hall—or even among Spirit Hall's upper ranks.

Qian Juechen remembered the information about her particularly well.

This woman was rather interesting. According to his intelligence, Ling Yuan Douluo and Bibi Dong were not close at all. Their relationship was decidedly ordinary.

One might have expected the two women to band together and find plenty to talk about.

Yet for some reason, things had turned out otherwise.

She had neither thrown her full support behind Bibi Dong like certain elders nor fought for power within Spirit Hall.

Most of the time, she seemed focused on cultivation.

Taken together, all this made Qian Juechen pay particular attention to her.

Her strength, martial soul, disposition, attitude—even her personality—met his requirements.

Qian Juechen raised a hand. As Soul Power stirred, the phantom of the Elemental Sword Casket slowly appeared behind him.

Seven divine swords representing the seven elements flickered in and out of sight.

The Elemental Sword Casket was an unusual martial soul. Its first distinguishing feature was that all seven elements coexisted within it. That was what the Seven Elemental Gods had valued most from the beginning.

Its second distinguishing feature was the Seven Sword Attendants.

These Sword Attendants were no mere servants.

The seven Elemental Swords within the Elemental Sword Casket each corresponded to one of the Seven Elemental Gods.

Each sword could have one Sword Attendant. Once someone formed a contract with it, that person would establish a special connection to the Elemental Sword.

From then on, the attendant could not only draw on the sword's power to strengthen themselves but also receive a gift from the corresponding Elemental God.

Of course, such a heaven-defying opportunity and power came at a price.

Once someone became a Sword Attendant and enjoyed the benefits it brought, they were bound by its contract.

In other words, a Sword Attendant's loyalty was not a matter of empty words. It was written into the contract.

That was why Qian Juechen valued the Seven Sword Attendants. He did not need people who professed undying loyalty to his face while remaining free to betray him behind his back.

He needed seven people who would truly share life and death with him, bound to him completely.

Seven people, seven divine swords, and gifts from seven ultimate elements: that was his plan for the core of his future faction.

But after all these years, he had yet to find a suitable attendant for each divine sword.

It was not that his standards were too high. There were simply too few suitable people in this era.

Take the fire attribute alone.

As Qian Juechen thought of fire-attribute talents, several names instinctively crossed his mind.

Yan, the fire-attribute talent within Spirit Hall.

The man was utterly devoted to Hu Liena. His martial soul was decent enough, but there was probably little room in his head for anything else.

Ma Hongjun?

That brat was even less suitable. His martial soul and fire-attribute talent were both good, but certain aspects of him were impossible to praise.

The brat was a genuine lecher. Making him a Sword Attendant would be unpleasant enough to deal with every day. If word got out, it might even disgrace the fire sword.

As for Huo Wu of Fire Element Academy, she counted as a fairly ordinary little talent.

But Huo Wu was, frankly, a schemer and a devotee of the strong. Admiring strength was one thing, but she also acted like a little princess. He had no desire to use someone like that.

Aside from them, no one in the younger generation seemed particularly suitable.

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made to choose someone already capable rather than spend time cultivating one of them.

And where could he find such a person? In Spirit Hall, of course.

Who was it? Ling Yuan Douluo.

He had met Ling Yuan a few times.

She had left a strong impression on him: a poised, mature beauty.

She was now a level 92 Titled Douluo with a top-tier fire-attribute beast martial soul. She was talented, cultivated diligently, had no close ties to Bibi Dong, and belonged to no obvious political faction.

More importantly, he would not have to spend much time developing her. Right now, he needed a capable confidante.

If she received a gift from the Fire Elemental God, her strength would likely soar immediately, never mind how high she might climb in the future.

She was exactly the sort of person he needed as one of his Seven Sword Attendants.

Besides, Ling Yuan was attractive, which also met his requirements.

Most importantly, she was well-endowed!

At the very least, she was considerably more so than anyone else he had seen.

And was there really anything wrong with that?

Being well-endowed had its benefits, both for him and for any children they might have.

As his thoughts reached that point and he pictured her figure, Qian Juechen suddenly gave a soft cough.

People call me an innocent young gentleman. How did my thoughts wander so far off track?

But then again, he had spent years cultivating bitterly, always busy breaking through and planning for the future.

Now, after a hard-fought battle, he had finally reached his current position as Pope of Spirit Hall, standing above countless others.

Next, he still had to prepare for the final fusion of the seven elements, the consolidation of Spirit Hall, and the unification of the continent to gather faith.

There was almost no end to the work ahead.

He was not a machine. Surely he deserved some balance between work and rest.

After struggling for so many years, had he not earned the right to enjoy himself?

No one could fault him for it. And who would dare?

The more Qian Juechen thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Perhaps that was exactly what he should do.

After working so hard to gain strength and status, what was the point if he could not indulge himself a little?

Even Ning Fengzhi had known to buy two Catgirls at an auction for his amusement.

People had seen him, so he claimed he had bought them to set them free.

If no one had been watching, who knew what he would have done?

The rich had the wildest tastes!

At that moment, Ling Yuan Douluo had no idea that, despite her diligent cultivation and habit of keeping out of disputes, she had caught someone's eye for precisely this reason.

Meanwhile, in another forest on the continent, at a strange site where hot steam and cold mist rose together...

An old man wreathed in poisonous fumes looked at the intelligence before him and slowly opened his eyes.

"I knew there was something unusual about him. I never expected him to be from Spirit Hall's Qian family."

"It seems it's time for this old man to leave seclusion and secure a future for Yanyan." Dugu Bo picked several precious herbs he recognized from the site, placed them in a specially made gift box, and prepared to set out for Spirit City.

As for his Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch, which could hold living creatures? It was hanging from Qian Juechen's waist.