Volume 1, Chapter 18: Bringing a trash with no soul power to humiliate the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

“Sigh, I really find this troublesome. Every time I have to go through this again. Do I have to perform it all over once more when I meet the Pope in person?” Fang Yuan shook his head helplessly. After arriving on Douluo Continent, he finally understood a truth: most people don’t shed tears until they see the coffin, only repenting when death is near. Why not repent earlier?

Having said that, Fang Yuan slowly raised his hand. Under the watchful eyes of Porcupine Douluo, he gently pointed at him.

In an instant, a strange fluctuation surged through the air. Porcupine Douluo was shocked to find that the surrounding soul power seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging towards him. Immediately, the soul power within his body began to boil uncontrollably, like a river breaking its banks, unstoppable.

“What kind of joke is this? What technique is this?” Porcupine Douluo was terrified. He tried to mobilize his soul bones to resist this mysterious force but found that his soul bones had lost their effect at this moment, as if suppressed by some enigmatic power.

At that moment, Fang Yuan flicked his finger lightly, and a dazzling beam of light shot out, striking Porcupine Douluo’s chest directly. Porcupine Douluo, as if severely wounded, was blasted backward, crashing heavily into a towering ancient tree, kicking up a cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, Porcupine Douluo slumped to the ground, eyes filled with shock and fear. He never expected that this seemingly ordinary youth without soul power possessed such terrifying strength! No wonder She Long, Qian Jun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo respected Fang Yuan so much, even treating him as an honored guest. With such combat power, he might rival the Pope or even Bi Bidong.

“How about it, Porcupine Douluo? Now do you know how to address me?” Fang Yuan smiled faintly, stepping closer with an imposing aura, as if Porcupine Douluo’s slightest provocation would provoke him to kill.

“Fang Yuan?” Porcupine Douluo tried cautiously.

“Hm?”

“Brother Fang Yuan?”

Porcupine Douluo retreated with support from his hands.

“No, I’ll give you one last chance.”

“Lord Fang Yuan!” Porcupine Douluo had no choice but to plead.

“Good! That’s more like it. I can’t work with reckless fools,” Fang Yuan nodded with satisfaction and then said to everyone, “No worries now, I’ve taken care of Porcupine Douluo. He has deeply realized his mistake. Knowing to repent makes one a good child.”

Everyone remained silent.

“All right, I’ve received news. The Four Sons of the Royal Banner and the Nine Elders have already set an ambush with troops; we only need to storm through the main gate,” Qian Jun Douluo presided. As the highest-ranking and most composed here, his arrangements were rarely wrong.

[Ding! Phase Three: The Fall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect]

[Mission: Capture Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong alive; slay Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo]

[Reward: Reputation +1000]

[Ding! Host’s accumulated reputation of 10,000 unlocks Martial Soul for cultivation]

“Unlock Martial Soul for cultivation!” Fang Yuan’s pupils dilated. He had finally awaited such a system reward. After all, relying solely on his instant-kill exploit was risky; being discovered meant disaster. If others knew he could only instantly kill Title Douluos, it would be miserable. Not to mention the top three sects’ members seeking revenge, even the Title Douluos around him from the Martial Soul Hall would skin him alive. So, while others feared him, Fang Yuan needed to seize the chance to unlock his Martial Soul and begin cultivation.

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Elsewhere, near the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in Tiandou City, a palace was alive with joyous singing and dancing, beasts leading the dance, handsome men and beautiful women reveling in delight.

“What beautiful fireworks! I didn’t expect to see fireworks released outside the city here in Tiandou City,” Ning Rongrong said, leaning by the window, gazing upward. Her golden eyes reflected the colorful fireworks, her lotus-like face admired by many noble sons, though none worthy of the young sect master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

“Still watching fireworks? Our future sect master, would you care to dance with me?” Xue Qinghe, dressed in splendid formal attire, approached and invited. As the future Tiandou Emperor, he naturally sought good relations with the young sect masters of the top three sects.

“Sorry, Brother Qinghe, I’m wearing a white dress today; it’s not suitable for dancing,” Ning Rongrong took a small sip from her wine glass, clearly distracted.

“Alright then,” Xue Qinghe smiled gracefully and continued, “The fireworks outside are quite beautiful; they must be from the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect.”

“Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect?” Ning Rongrong murmured. When it came to that sect, she only knew their sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen, was very rigid, always shouting about reviving the sect and personally handling everything. Unfortunately, his clansmen were disappointing—no talents had appeared for nearly fifty years, leading to the sect’s decline.

During that period, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect rose rapidly, guarded by Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, two Douluos protecting the entire sect. The sect leader Ning Fengzhi was visionary, elevating the once declining sect to the second among the top three sects on Douluo Continent. He was also the current crown prince Xue Qinghe’s teacher, so his future status was unquestionable.

However, since the Haotian Sect’s retreat, the trend across Douluo Continent favored the Martial Soul Hall, forcing other forces to unite against it. Despite past grievances between the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect, Ning Fengzhi was willing to reconcile with Yu Yuanzhen.

“But these fireworks look familiar... I think I’ve seen them somewhere before.” Ning Rongrong frowned slightly, recalling a similar scene. Yes! She remembered—it was the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect’s distress signal!

“The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect is in danger! Could it be the Martial Soul Hall attacking? No, I must inform Father immediately!” The urgency left no room for hesitation. Ning Rongrong suddenly stood from the window, her wine glass trembling and spilling a few drops of red wine onto her white dress like blooming blood flowers. Her golden eyes were filled with anxiety and unease, her face pale, lips trembling.

“Rongrong, what are you doing? Don’t seek an early death!” Xue Qinghe’s expression changed drastically, trying to dissuade her.

Other guests quickly stopped their conversations and laughter, all turning to look at Ning Rongrong by the window, puzzled.

Suddenly, a doting voice rang out in the banquet: “Our little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is eager to return. Don’t worry, Grandpa Gu is here to take you.”

At once, a spatial rift appeared by the window, shimmering silver light. A lean yet imposing middle-aged man stepped out—Bone Douluo Gu Rong, the pillar of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Clad in black robes, his deep eyes surrounded by faint spatial fluctuations, seeming able to traverse reality and illusion at will.

Gu Rong’s sharp gaze swept the room, finally settling kindly on Ning Rongrong. His deep yet gentle voice said, “Let’s go, Rongrong. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is in trouble. We’ll return together and help your father.”

He gently raised his hand; an invisible force lifted Ning Rongrong steadily and sent her into the spatial rift. His figure blurred and disappeared from the banquet.

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Meanwhile, inside the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect’s inner sect, the bright lights could not conceal the chaos. The sect’s plaza bustled with inner sect disciples rushing about anxiously, some shouting urgent messages.

Inside the main hall, sect leader Ning Fengzhi frowned, clutching the latest intelligence from the inner disciples. The pale yellow scroll revealed the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect’s destruction. The entire sect was in ruins; even Yu Yuanzhen had been beheaded and dismembered.

Around him, a dozen elders wore solemn expressions, murmuring anxiously, the atmosphere tense and uneasy.

Suddenly, a youthful-looking elder with snow-white hair and handsome features stood abruptly and spoke, “Sect leader! With the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect annihilated, the Martial Soul Hall’s next target is certainly us. We all know Yu Yuanzhen’s stubborn nature; he would never submit to the Martial Soul Hall. Thus, his entire sect was slaughtered. Moreover, the sect’s rapid destruction shows the Martial Soul Hall’s thorough preparation for this operation...”

“So what’s your suggestion?” Ning Fengzhi interrupted, not wanting to hear more useless talk. He already knew what the elders meant: the Martial Soul Hall had come well-prepared. If they didn’t respond properly, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect might be wiped out.

“Our elders have reached a consensus: two choices. The first is to immediately seek aid from the Tiandou Empire, but even with their help, our sect would still suffer heavy losses, possibly ending like the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect. Therefore, we all agree the second choice better serves our sect’s interests: submit to the Martial Soul Hall!”

Before the words fully fell, a clear, resolute voice rang through the hall: “Submit to the Martial Soul Hall? Impossible!” The figures of Ning Rongrong and Bone Douluo Gu Rong appeared in the spatial rift. Ning Rongrong’s face was resolute, her golden eyes shining with unyielding light.

She quickly approached Ning Fengzhi, tightly holding his hand, pleading, “Father, though the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect has fallen, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect must never bow to the Martial Soul Hall! Since we have decided to stand united with the Tiandou Empire, we must not betray our allies or waver. Otherwise, how will the soul masters of the entire Douluo Continent view us?”

“Enough, Rongrong. I know what you’re thinking. Please let your father consider carefully.” Ning Fengzhi moved his hand away and adjusted his glasses. His sharp eyes now looked somewhat lost; he was unsure of the decision.

“Dad...” Ning Rongrong wanted to continue but was stopped by Sword Douluo Chen Xin: “Rongrong, don’t say more. You’re still young and childish. You must understand your father governs the whole Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. At times like this, any wrong decision could destroy years of effort—your father’s heart and soul. You must understand that.”

“I understand.” Ning Rongrong nodded obediently. She was no longer the unreasonable young lady but the future ruler of the sect. Many times, she needed to discern the situation—provided the sect had a future.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall grew heavy, the sky suddenly darkened. Thick clouds gathered, lightning flashed, thunder roared; a storm was brewing.

Suddenly, a thick purple lightning bolt tore across the night sky, striking the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect’s protective formation, leaving a crack on it—a terrifying display of power.

As everyone stared in shock, a deep and majestic laugh echoed from the horizon, directly into Ning Fengzhi’s hall: “Sect Leader Ning, have you decided? Will you submit to my Martial Soul Hall, or let the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect share the fate of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect?”

Before the words ended, a powerful pressure enveloped the entire sect. Above, five figures appeared—Porcupine, She Long, Demon Subduing, Qian Jun, and Fang Yuan.

The aura of these four Title Douluos pressed down so heavily that the sect’s disciples struggled to breathe. Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong could no longer sit still and had to step out to negotiate with Fang Yuan and the others.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo even created a space isolated from Fang Yuan’s suppression, giving the sect’s disciples a brief respite.

Looking up at the five arrivals, Ning Fengzhi sneered bitterly—more precisely, self-mockingly. “It seems the Martial Soul Hall truly underestimates the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. They even brought a mortal without soul power to participate in this siege. Just now, I was contemplating how to submit to the Martial Soul Hall, but it seems they never took us seriously, bringing a mere mortal to humiliate us. Clearly, the Martial Soul Hall is confident of wiping out the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. And even if we submit, given their nature, they will surely accuse us falsely. Rather than die in despair, we might as well fight!”

His words were resolute. He suddenly waved his hand; seven soul rings on his arm glowed brightly. As the top auxiliary weapon-type Martial Soul on Douluo Continent, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Tower only needed seven soul rings to double the power of a soul master. This meant the Sword Douluo Chen Xin alone could hold his own against Qian Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo.

This was why the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect rose so quickly—this kind of amplification made one plus one greater than two.

At this point, someone might ask, “Streamer, your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Tower Martial Soul is indeed strong but requires skillful operation. Do you have any simpler yet powerful Martial Souls to recommend?”

“Yes, brother, I do. There’s more than one such strong Martial Soul—nine in total. All are currently top-tier T0.5 Martial Souls on Douluo Continent.”

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