Invitation

Li Ping'an didn't change his form of address and continued, "Dad, my brother and sister are really good people! Last night, they helped me rescue those people who had been captured by the city lord of Longxing City. If it weren't for their help, I might not have been able to succeed."

Xiao Wu removed her foot from the tip of the gun and took two steps back to stand next to Wang Xingyu.

The opponent's attack just now didn't use any Soul Skill; it was probably just a test, not a real attempt to kill. However, this level of alertness and speed of attack are not what an ordinary farmer would possess.

The middle-aged man silently sheathed his silver-white spear, the shaft transforming into a streak of light as it disappeared into his palm.

He remained silent for two seconds.

Although he didn't use Soul Skill in that attack, he really didn't expect to be easily stepped on by a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

On the dining table, several home-style dishes were neatly arranged, but the four people sat on opposite sides, and no one touched their chopsticks first.

They were facing each other with weapons in the courtyard just now, and now they're sitting face to face, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Li Ping'an looked left and right, breaking the silence first. "Dad, these are Brother Feng Xiaotian and Sister Huo Wu. They are both very powerful Soul Master."

The middle-aged man nodded and, taking the opportunity, introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Li Yunzheng. I'm Li Ping'an's uncle."

He paused, then added, "Ping An has been with me since he was little, and I've never been able to break the habit of addressing him properly. Please forgive me for making this sound so awkward."

Xiao Wu picked up a piece of radish, chewed it, and nodded. She finally understood the relationship.

Wang Xingyu was still very curious and asked, "Then I'll call you Uncle Li. Uncle Li, was it you who taught Ping An that 'ordinary people should unite'?"

Li Yunzheng didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Why?" Wang Xingyu pressed. "Ordinary people aren't strong; even a group of them would find it difficult to defeat a powerful Soul Master."

Li Yunzheng remained silent for a moment, not in a hurry to answer. He picked up the bowl, took a sip of soup, put the bowl down, and spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he were talking about something he had said many times before.

"A tiger versus a pack of wolves. A single wolf cannot defeat a tiger, but a pack of wolves can drive a tiger away."

But many people are not as strong as wolves.

"Then let's be like ants." Li Yunzheng didn't pause this time. "Even millions of ants can become the overlord of a region."

Wang Xingyu nodded and then asked, "So, what do you think ordinary people are to the country and to Soul Master?"

Li Yunzheng glanced at him, probably thinking that these questions didn't seem like casual conversation, but since the other party had helped Ping An, he couldn't very well not answer.

He thought for a moment and said, "Ordinary people are the foundation of a nation. The relationship between Soul Master and ordinary people is like that of fish and water." He placed the bowl on the table. "A truly intelligent fish will not consider itself superior to water."

Wang Xingyu put down his chopsticks as well.

This person speaks without emotion or sentimentality, yet every word seems etched into their very being, spoken without a second thought.

This level of awareness, in my past life, would have been hailed as that of Director Li.

Unfortunately, this is a fantasy world where the differences between people are vast—but as long as the gods don't personally intervene, there shouldn't be any problems.

"One last question," Wang Xingyu said, "Uncle Li, what are your thoughts on war?"

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Li Yunzheng who responded this time, but Li Ping'an.

He put down his chopsticks, his tone carrying a childlike confidence, as if he were answering a teacher's question in class, "I know this! Land, Soul Beast, food—these resources are limited. Everyone is developing, but no matter how fast you develop, it's not as fast as directly seizing them. If you develop slowly, you'll become someone else's resource. If you don't advance, you fall behind!"

Wang Xingyu turned to look at him, surprised that Li Ping'an knew these things.

"It may be presumptuous of me," Wang Xingyu said, looking at Li Yunzheng and then at Li Ping'an, "But are you two willing to join the Tang Sect?"

Xiao Wu, listening from the side, was completely confused. What was this about being invited to join the Tang Sect?

Fine, while they've all put down their chopsticks, I'll eat a few more bites of food.

In Wang Xingyu's eyes, these two people were already rare talents. So he began to introduce them.

"The Tang Sect is a faction within the Heaven Dou Empire, primarily focused on developing Hidden Weapon. Currently, it is a partner of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

He took out a Godly Zhuge Crossbow from his Storage Soul Tool and placed it on the table.

"This is called the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. It can instantly kill Soul Master below Level 40 Soul Ancestor Grandmaster. Even for a Level 40 Soul Ancestor, if they don't activate their defensive Soul Skill in time, they will have a hard time surviving."

Li Ping'an's eyes lit up as he looked at the crossbow, then he turned to Li Yunzheng and said, "Dad, this is it! My older brother and sister used this weapon last night to kill those private soldiers of the Longxing City Lord."

Li Yunzheng's gaze fell on the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. He didn't speak, but his eyes clearly became more serious.

"Furthermore," Wang Xingyu added, "Ordinary people can also use it."

Li Yunzheng looked up. This time, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face. A weapon that an ordinary person could use could instantly kill Soul Ancestor —this was something that would overturn the understanding of anyone living in the world of Soul Master.

But after the initial surprise, he shook his head, refusing decisively.

"Let's forget it, we're not that strong." He said it briefly, but Wang Xingyu could tell that there was more to it than that. The other person hadn't told him the whole story.

Wang Xingyu didn't press further, but simply looked at him intently. "Strength doesn't matter. The Tang Sect will eventually rise to the top of the continent. What I need are your ideas."

These two seem to have a mindset far superior to most people on the Douluo Continent.

People who have this kind of thinking are probably not too bad at thinking.

As he spoke, he stood up and released his Soul Ring. One yellow and three purple rings lit up the main room, with the last purple ring so dark it was almost black.

Xiao Wu followed closely behind, releasing her Soul Ring.

One yellow, two purple, and two black—five Soul Ring lit up simultaneously, even more dazzling than Wang Xingyu's.

She mainly wanted to cooperate with Wang Xingyu and tease Li Ping'an, but seeing their wide-eyed expressions, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"And now?" Wang Xingyu looked at Li Yunzheng. "If you're worried about our strength, don't worry, this is my sincerity."

Li Yunzheng did not answer immediately. He turned to look at Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an stared, mouth agape, his gaze fixed on Xiao Wu's five Soul Ring, his mind replaying Xiao Wu's words from the carriage. "Sister, I'm a level 51 Soul King!"

Sister Xiao Wu did indeed say she was Soul King —but is this what Soul King Soul King like?

Two black, Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring —this was completely different from any Soul King he had ever seen before.