Sect Tournament?

"Brother Chen, Father asked me to tell you that the day after tomorrow, you and I will form a two-person team to participate in the Sect's annual competition among young Soul Masters.

The champion of each event can receive 2,000 Gold Soul Coins, as well as the title of strongest among the Sect's younger generation.

Only Soul Grand Masters and above can participate. We're the youngest ones."

Ning Rongrong looked at Mu Chen, feeling conflicted inside.

On one hand, she resented her father for making her and Brother Chen fight Sect disciples several years older than them. On the other, she wanted to fight alongside Brother Chen and watch his handsome figure in battle, making those annoying people outside who questioned him shut their filthy mouths! "One-on-one, two-on-two, and a seven-person team battle, right? Sure. Rongrong and I will participate together."

Mu Chen nodded. Isn't this another batch of Cool Points? It may not be much, but even a mosquito is still meat.

"Mm, then Brother Chen, can we win first place in the two-person event?" Ning Rongrong asked, her bright eyes wide.

"The two-person event?

What does first place in the two-person event amount to? Rongrong, what we want is first place in the individual battles, the two-person battles, and the seven-person team battles."

Mu Chen smiled and rubbed Ning Rongrong's head. His tone was calm, yet filled with confidence—and that confidence came from strength.

Although Ning Rongrong and he had reached the level of Soul Grand Masters at only eight years old, that was because they possessed high Innate Soul Power, cultivated diligently, and had the immense resources of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind them.

Even Spirit Hall might not be willing to spend money so extravagantly. Of course, Qian Renxue was an exception.

Yet even genius Soul Masters raised by major Soul Master factions generally had to be at least ten years old before advancing to Soul Grandmaster.

After all, even Tang San and Xiao Wu, both of whom possessed Innate Full Soul Power, only cultivated to level 29 at the age of twelve.

But Rongrong and he still had four years to cultivate. Soul Elder was merely the minimum requirement—and a high-level Soul Elder at that.

There were basically no Soul Ancestors among the younger generation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so Mu Chen felt they could completely steamroll everyone.

"First place in all of them? Wow! Wouldn't that be six thousand Gold Soul Coins?" Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled upon hearing her Brother Chen speak so boldly. It was hard to tell whether she was excited about the money or the person.

"Rongrong, you trust me that much?" Mu Chen asked as he looked at Ning Rongrong's delighted expression.

"Of course! I believe in Brother Chen's strength, and the more money, the better!" Ning Rongrong said innocently.

"What a hardcore reason. Be good, Rongrong. Go play somewhere else. I still need to cultivate." Mu Chen pushed Ning Rongrong, who was hanging off him, away.

"Ooh~" Ning Rongrong looked at Mu Chen longingly, but she still left.

Two days later, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's plaza was even livelier than during the annual Martial Soul Awakening ceremony. The Sect disciples were all rubbing their fists and palms together, eager to show off their skills and display the results of their cultivation.

As the Sect's "three giants," Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo sat in the seats of honor, repeatedly nodding as they watched the disciples of their Sect.

"Fengzhi, I heard that Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou imperial family, took you as his master?

What do you think of him?" Sword Douluo asked.

"Qinghe? His taking me as his master was merely something Xue Ye arranged himself. He simply wants to use Qinghe to bind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect more tightly to the imperial family, while also securing Qinghe's position as Crown Prince.

As for Qinghe himself, his cultivation talent and temperament do not seem as mediocre to me as outsiders claim. On the contrary, he gives me the feeling that he is wise beneath an unassuming exterior.

If Qinghe can succeed to the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire in the future, I think he would be a very good choice." Ning Fengzhi said after taking a sip of the tea before him.

"Perhaps. In any case, Xue Ye is hardly a wise ruler now," Bone Douluo said quietly.

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi said nothing, tacitly agreeing with him.

Several more days passed.

"By the way, why haven't Little Chen and Rongrong shown up yet? Don't tell me they forgot. Those two children said they wanted first place in all three events, yet there's still no sign of them." Sword Douluo swept his gaze around in confusion.

"No matter. They will appear when it is time for them to appear." Ning Fengzhi said calmly, taking another sip of tea and savoring its fresh fragrance.

"Bastard, you don't need to be in such a hurry, do you?" Bone Douluo seized every chance he could to mock Sword Douluo, but Sword Douluo merely replied coolly,

"Hmph! At least I have a disciple."

The two nearly started fighting again.

The people around them were used to it, but they still held high expectations for Sword Douluo's disciple—the genius with Innate Full Soul Power.

Finally, Mu Chen and Ning Rongrong arrived late. A handsome boy and a beautiful girl.

Mu Chen wore a simple set of white clothes. His delicate face carried a spring-breeze-like warmth, while every step he took brimmed with confidence. With a slight smile, he drew the gazes of the female disciples. Looking at this adorable little boy, they truly wanted to pull him into their arms.

Ning Rongrong still retained the appearance of a little princess. She had not changed much aside from growing a little taller, and she remained as lively and mischievous as ever.

The moment the two appeared, they attracted countless gazes, and people even took the initiative to make a path for them.

"Elder Lin~"

Mu Chen looked at the middle-aged man before him and greeted him with some respect. This was the referee for the competition, and he was also responsible for protecting the disciples' lives in emergencies.

He was a Soul Fighting Douluo himself, so handling such a small event was no problem at all.

"Mm, Mu Chen. You're first in the one-on-one event. Since you're here, go on stage first."

Elder Lin smiled as well. This little fellow's talent and background were both extraordinary. He needed to establish a good relationship with him early.

"Mu Chen, Martial Soul Emperor Dragon Sword, level 23 Attack Type Battle Soul Master. Please." Mu Chen smiled.

"Yu Hao, Martial Soul Swift Wind Wolf, level 25 Agility Type Soul Grandmaster!"

His first opponent was also a Soul Grandmaster. His features were fairly upright, but he looked to be around thirteen years old. His Soul Power Level was only two levels higher than Mu Chen's, yet the difference between them was anything but small.

Even Yu Hao himself admired Mu Chen when he saw him. At Mu Chen's age, he himself had only been a Soul Master, hadn't he?

After the two announced their levels, Yu Hao instantly completed his Martial Soul Possession. Two yellow Soul Rings rose around him, bluish-green fur grew over his body, his arms thickened, his fingers lengthened, and his body expanded until he transformed into a wolfman.

"First Soul Skill..."

Before Yu Hao could finish speaking, Mu Chen flashed in front of him. His right fist stopped just a few centimeters from Yu Hao's face.