Ning Fengzhi, the Myriad Gold Merchant Association!

As those lines of large golden text slowly settled on the screen.

Inside the Pope's Palace of Spirit Hall.

"Old Ghost!!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who had been giggling coyly with an orchid-finger gesture just moments earlier, now had bloodshot eyes and dropped to his knees with a thud like a madman.

He and Ghost Douluo had been brothers through life and death for decades, and the two could even unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Yet now he could only watch helplessly as his old companion's soul was torn from him alive within those black flames.

Those heart-rending screams hurt worse than being killed himself.

"Your Holiness, please think of something!"

His face streaming with tears, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked up at Bibi Dong on her throne.

Yet Bibi Dong was equally pale, her full, graceful figure trembling uncontrollably.

"Think of something? What could I possibly do?!"

Bibi Dong bit her red lip, and for the first time, a profound sense of helplessness appeared in her beautiful, commanding eyes.

"That man didn't use any of this so-called Yuan Power at all."

"He used pure Spiritual Power!"

"Making Spiritual Power tangible, even stripping a Titled Douluo's soul straight out of his body—such methods are already beyond our understanding!"

Bibi Dong knew very well that it was not just Ghost Douluo.

Even if she, a level ninety-nine Peak Douluo, went there, her fate would probably be absolutely no better against such bizarre, unfathomable mental attacks.

On Shrek Academy's training grounds.

Everyone was dumbstruck as well.

Tang San in particular already had his back soaked in cold sweat.

"Spiritual Power cultivated to this extent... can even directly attack someone else's soul?"

Tang San sucked in a cold breath, feeling his scalp crawl.

His Purple Demon Eye, which he had always taken pride in, ranked among the finest mental cultivation techniques on the Douluo Continent.

But compared with the ability to turn mental power directly into an invisible hand and forcibly crush a Martial Soul Avatar.

His Purple Demon Eye was practically a child's plaything!

"How terrifying."

"If I encountered someone like that unprepared, my soul would be obliterated before I even had a chance to launch my hidden weapons!"

Tang San clenched his teeth, and that lofty sense of superiority within him finally began to crack.

Beside him, Yu Xiaogang no longer even dared let out a fart.

What Martial Soul Theory? What trouble adapting to a foreign environment?

The man had instantly killed a Titled Douluo from a distance without even lifting a finger. How could anyone explain that away?

Just as the entire Douluo Continent was cowed by that terrifying Spiritual Power.

The majestic voice from the sky screen rang out mercilessly once more.

[Number Two Explorer Gui Mei: soul extraction in progress. Live feed temporarily suspended.]

[Switching to Number Three Explorer's perspective...]

As the voice faded.

Violent ripples spread across the screen once again.

Everyone's heart instantly leaped into their throat.

Because this third explorer was none other than the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects.

The Level 79 support-type Soul Saint, Ning Fengzhi!

Seeing her father's name appear, Ning Rongrong, whose pretty face had just gone pale with fright, immediately perked up.

She planted both hands on her hips and lifted her delicate chin, regaining the pride of a wealthy young lady.

"Don't worry, everyone!"

"My dad is the smartest person on the entire continent, and our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is rich enough to rival a nation."

Ning Rongrong boasted confidently to the Shrek students around her.

"My dad definitely won't charge headfirst into a fight like those brutes."

"As long as he brings out his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and gives those experts a little support, or takes out some Gold Soul Coins to smooth things over."

"No matter which world he's in, my dad will absolutely be an honored guest!"

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, everyone around her could not help nodding.

Indeed, Ning Fengzhi was much sharper than people like Huyan Li.

As the sect master of the world's foremost support sect, his social finesse and wealth were unquestionably beyond doubt.

At that moment, the image on the screen gradually cleared.

Ning Fengzhi stood within an enormous, extraordinarily prosperous city.

Shops lined both sides of the streets, and cultivators radiating powerful auras were everywhere.

This was none other than Yan City, renowned throughout the Great Yan Dynasty!

And Ning Fengzhi had landed right outside the entrance to Yan City's largest merchant association, the Myriad Gold Merchant Association.

Feeling the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Power, so heavy that it made breathing difficult.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, but not a trace of panic appeared on his refined face.

What terrifying pressure.

But since this is a bustling merchant district, things will be much easier.

Ning Fengzhi quietly weighed his options.

He knew he was merely a support-type Soul Master with no combat ability, and he would never escape if danger struck.

So, without hesitation, he straightened his robes and walked at an unhurried pace straight into the exceptionally imposing Myriad Gold Merchant Association before him.

The association's main hall buzzed with voices.

Ning Fengzhi walked straight to the counter and smiled slightly at a middle-aged man who looked like a steward, displaying all the bearing of a sect master.

"Sir, I've only just arrived here. I would like to exchange a small trinket for some local information and protection from your association."

The steward looked Ning Fengzhi up and down.

Noticing his frail aura, without the slightest fluctuation of Yuan Power, a hint of puzzlement flashed through the steward's eyes, but he still nodded politely.

"What would you like to trade, sir?"

"If it's Pure Yuan Pills or Nirvana Pills, our Myriad Gold Merchant Association can certainly offer you a satisfactory price."

Hearing these unfamiliar terms, Ning Fengzhi smiled without betraying anything.

He reached into his robes, took out a softly glowing bone, and placed it on the counter.

It was actually an extremely precious ten-thousand-year Head Soul Bone!

On the Douluo Continent, bringing out something like this would absolutely unleash a storm of blood. It was worth a fortune.

"Sir, what do you think of this?" Ning Fengzhi asked with complete confidence.

On the Douluo Continent.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi take out a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone outright, countless Soul Masters sucked in cold breaths.

Ning Rongrong smiled even more smugly.

"See that? That's the depth of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources!"

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone is enough to secure absolute protection anywhere."

Yet, in the image on the sky screen.

The Myriad Gold Merchant Association's steward merely glanced casually at the Soul Bone.

Then, without even bothering to pick it up for a closer look, he gave a contemptuous snort.

"Are you sick in the head?"

"A worthless bone that hasn't even formed a Demon Crystal. There's nothing inside but some murky impurities-not a trace of pure Yuan Power."

"You're trying to fool our Myriad Gold Merchant Association with this garbage? Do you take me for a beggar?!"

At those words, the composure on Ning Fengzhi's face instantly froze.

He had never imagined it.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, considered a priceless treasure on the Douluo Continent, was actually being called a worthless bone in this world?!

"Sir, could you have misjudged it?"

Unwilling to give up, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly explained.

"This is a precious treasure that can directly grant someone powerful skills!"

"Get lost!"

The steward waved impatiently, and a surge of Yuan Power at the peak of the Earth Origin Realm erupted, knocking Ning Fengzhi several steps backward.

"What kind of bullshit treasure is that? No Demon Crystal, no Yuan Power-even the stray dogs by the road in our Great Yan Dynasty wouldn't eat it!"

"If you dare waste my time again, I'll break your legs!"

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong at Shrek Academy was completely dumbfounded.

"How is that possible..."

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone is being treated like garbage?!"

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief.

On the screen, Ning Fengzhi's face flushed crimson after being humiliated in public, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly swallowed his anger.

He knew this was no time to argue. If he failed to demonstrate his worth, he probably would not survive the day.

"Since this treasure fails to meet your standards, sir."

"Then I can only demonstrate my special ability."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and instantly activated the Soul Power within him.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Light Shines!"

Amid a dazzling flash of seven-colored light.

A crystal-clear, seven-story pagoda slowly appeared above Ning Fengzhi's palm.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Soul Rings pulsed up and down, radiating the noble aura unique to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Sir, I am a top-tier support-type cultivator."

Forcing himself to regain a shred of confidence, Ning Fengzhi declared clearly.

"With the blessing of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, I can instantly increase your strength, speed, or defense by seventy percent!"

"If you welcome me as an honored guest, I can absolutely give your association a tremendous boost in strength!"

At those words, the entire association hall instantly fell silent.

Quite a few people stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the seven-colored pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand.

On the Douluo Continent.

Watching this scene, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo could not help clenching their fists.

"The sect master has finally revealed his trump card."

"A seventy-percent boost across the board-with such a heaven-defying support ability, he would absolutely be in high demand even in that higher-dimensional world!"

Ning Rongrong also nodded emphatically, her eyes full of anticipation.

Yet on the sky screen, the steward stared at the pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand for quite some time.

Suddenly.

"Pfft!"

The steward clutched his stomach and burst into laughter, abandoning all decorum.

Immediately afterward, everyone in the association hall roared with laughter.

Their laughter was filled with the contempt and mockery reserved for an idiot.

"Hahaha! You're killing me!"

Laughing so hard he nearly shed tears, the steward pointed at Ning Fengzhi and mocked him loudly.

"You bring out some glowing little toy and dare call yourself a top-tier support?"

"And you shamelessly claim you can increase someone's strength by seventy percent?"

The steward walked forward with a sneer and slapped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"The power coming out of this lousy pagoda of yours is a muddled mess. It's worse than even the lowest-grade talisman array!"

"I can buy a Rage Pill for just a few Pure Yuan Pills and instantly double my strength."

"Even those Talisman Masters can casually draw a low-grade Level One Talisman Array to give people all sorts of Yuan Power shields."

"Why would we need a useless weakling like you, without even any Yuan Power and as frail as a chicken, casting spells beside us?"

Every word from the steward was like a sharp knife plunging viciously into Ning Fengzhi's heart.

"This lousy thing of yours could, at best, give a little extra brute strength to mortals who've never cultivated."

"To those of us who cultivate yuan power, it isn't worth a damn!"

Hearing this merciless disparagement,

Ning Fengzhi felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He stared blankly at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

His proud Martial Soul, the finest support Martial Soul in the world.

In someone else's eyes, it was actually worth less than the cheapest pill!

It could not even compare to the lowest-grade formation!

"Guards!"

The steward sneered and waved a hand.

"Seize this good-for-nothing swindler who crawled out of who knows where."

"He does have fair skin and delicate features, and he can perform little glowing tricks."

"Break his arms and legs and send him to the slave market in the east of the city. Perhaps some wealthy lady will buy him as an ornamental pet that doubles as a lamp."

"Yes!"

Two burly guards immediately rushed forward and pinned Ning Fengzhi to the ground as easily as handling a chick.

"No! You can't treat me like this!"

"I am the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Ning Fengzhi struggled desperately, but as a frail support-type Soul Master, he did not even have the ability to resist the two Yuan Power martial artists.

Two sharp cracks rang out.

The guards brutally stomped on Ning Fengzhi's legs, breaking them outright. He let out an agonized scream before being forcibly dragged out of the merchant association.

The light screen froze.

[Number Three Explorer, Ning Fengzhi.]

[Encountered the Myriad Gold Merchant Association of Yan City.]

[Status: both legs broken, severely injured.]

[Current identity: deemed a fraud because his support abilities were completely useless; sold into the slave market as an ornamental pet.]

Boom!

Waves of anguished wails instantly erupted throughout the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo's eyes were blood-red, and Bone Douluo trembled all over with rage.

As for Ning Rongrong at Shrek Academy.

Seeing her lofty father, revered across the entire continent, have both his legs broken and be sold as a pet,

her eyes rolled back, and she let out a shriek before fainting on the spot.

[Number Three Explorer has lost his freedom. Live broadcast temporarily suspended.]

[Switching to Number Four Explorer's perspective...]

As ripples flowed across the screen,

the fourth explorer's figure finally appeared within the light screen.

The king of the Star Dou Great Forest, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

The Titan Giant Ape!

On the screen,

the Titan Giant Ape crashed heavily into an ancient place like a small black mountain.

This was none other than the site of the final showdown of the Hundred Dynasties War, the Ancient Battlefield!

"Roar!!!"

The instant the Titan Giant Ape landed, it abruptly rose to its feet.

It pounded its chest hard with both fists and unleashed a wild roar that shook heaven and earth.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, its terrifying physical strength actually withstood the crushing gravity of this world.

"Whatever this bullshit world is, this old ape is here!"

The Titan Giant Ape's eyes were filled with arrogance.

In its view, the humans and that little wolf before it had lost purely because they were too weak.

It, however, was a true overlord of the forest!

Yet before the Titan Giant Ape's roar had even faded,

the previously clear sky suddenly went dark.