Please send recommendation votes.
Please keep reading through to the last page.
The dust inside the hall had yet to settle.
The smell of blood in the council hall mingled with the smell of freshly applied mortar.
Zhao Deyun pushed over a list. "Auntie Ruxin, Qiyuan, three Soul Saints will fill the vacancies this time: Lin Jingshuo (Red Maple Branch), Yang Zhihe (Firefly Lamp), and Shi Mingrui (Rock Flower). They'll arrive in a few days."
"Additional Soul Saints will follow in due course. If anyone in the Vine Sea Secret Realm advances to Soul Douluo, they'll be assigned here first."
The Ancestral Land had originally had eleven Soul Saints: three guarded the businesses in Toske, three had gone to the Vine Sea for further training, and the remaining five guarded the mountain.
Mo Qiyuan scanned the names, resting his arm on the edge of the table, his shoulder wound still unhealed. His voice was flat. "After this battle... only two of the five remain."
His gaze returned to the list. "The Demon Dragon Legion lost three mid-level Soul Douluos, along with more than two hundred elite Evil Soul Masters. They were nearly wiped out. That'll leave them licking their wounds for a while. In the short term... they won't be able to stir up any storms. These arrangements... will work."
Mo Qiyuan paused, slid the list beneath a paperweight, and tapped the words "Rock Flower" with his knuckles. "The Shi Family's Martial Soul will be just the thing to reinforce the bastion at the mountain pass."
Under this plan, within five years, the Ancestral Land would have a force headed by one Titled Douluo, four Soul Douluos, and eight high-rank Soul Masters of Soul Saint rank or above. With the Moon Palace providing outside support as well, they would