Volume One, Chapter 19: The Thousand-Pound Douluo Becomes the Greatest Salesman, Bone Douluo Meets His End

“Hmph! Your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect clearly lacks discernment, daring to insult Lord Fang Yuan as a mere mortal. Hurry and use your famed appraisal skills to take a good look—perhaps you’ve underestimated Lord Fang Yuan’s true strength!” The Porcupine Douluo stepped forward provocatively, fawning over Fang Yuan like a desperate dog.

“Porcupine Douluo speaks the truth. Lord Fang Yuan is an ally of the Spirit Hall. We cannot tolerate your slander here. It is truly an honor that your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was defeated by Lord Fang Yuan’s hand,” She Long chimed in, sounding exactly like a loyal henchman defending the protagonist.

Observing this, Qian Jun Douluo also stepped forward earnestly. “I say to all members of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect: there is no need for self-deprecation. I, as a devotee of the Spirit Hall, guarantee that if you are willing to submit, the Spirit Hall will not harm a single hair on your sect. We will withdraw immediately. What say you?”

At these words, the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect whispered among themselves, each weighing their thoughts. The undeniable truth was that none wished to engage in battle with the Spirit Hall. They preferred to continue enjoying the peaceful, prosperous life of their sect. Since the Spirit Hall’s devotee had spoken with such authority, stepping down now without bloodshed seemed the wisest choice. Most held this pragmatic view—if they could avoid war, they would, lest the tragic fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect befall them again. This was a scenario no one wished to witness.

Thus, all eyes turned to Ning Fengzhi, who stood at the entrance of the main hall, hoping he would swiftly make a decision.

Under the moonlight, Ning Fengzhi’s expression flickered like shadows dancing. His gaze shifted between Porcupine Douluo, She Long, Qian Jun Douluo, and the Demon Subduing Douluo, his heart tumultuous as a sea whipped by storm winds.

The light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Tower shimmered faintly in his palm, his resolve to resist the Spirit Hall wavering once more. He inhaled deeply, finally fixing his gaze on the Spirit Hall army silently standing in the distance. He knew that if he uttered even a word of refusal, those black-robed soul masters would descend like a flood of beasts, devouring the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

“What is the price? What is the cost of submitting to your Spirit Hall?” Ning Fengzhi asked directly, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if gazing through the night into the abyss of the sect’s inevitable peaceful subjugation.

“There will be a price, of course. It depends on whether Sect Master Ning is willing to accept it,” Qian Jun Douluo replied patiently. Orders from Bibi Dong were clear: annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect and recruit the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Defiance would be met with immediate execution. From the Spirit Hall’s perspective, recruiting the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was a mutually beneficial strategy: they had wealth, the Spirit Hall had power; united, they could dominate the entire Douluo Continent. The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect, belonging to the Heavenly Dou Empire camp but often opposing the Snowy Night Emperor and even clashing with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for their own interests, was a useless ally—one the Spirit Hall was eager to eliminate.

“What price? If it means sacrificing the interests of the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, I, Ning Fengzhi, cannot comply,” Ning Fengzhi declared resolutely, his voice ringing out before the main hall shrouded in night.

His gaze burned with unwavering determination, as if aflame. Under the moonlight, the glow of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Tower shone ever brighter, illuminating his unyielding face. He was prepared to sacrifice himself for the sect.

“Hahaha, Sect Master Ning speaks too gravely. The Spirit Hall is no band of plundering brigands. Our creed is mutual benefit and win-win cooperation. Our terms are simple: your young lady will study at our Spirit Hall Academy for twenty years. After twenty years, we will return her unharmed, without fail!” Qian Jun Douluo spoke while retracting his Dragon-Coiling Staff, lowering the vigilance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect’s disciples.

“Of course, if Sect Master Ning finds such a trivial price unbearable, then I’m afraid there’s nothing more to discuss. When we flatten your sect, we will capture both you and your young lady alive. Then she will be a prisoner, not the proud young sect leader of Seven Treasures Glazed Tile. So I hope Sect Master Ning will reconsider—turning conflict into friendship, turning strife into profit, isn’t that a beautiful thing?”

Qian Jun Douluo’s words flowed like a relentless barrage, even leaving Fang Yuan momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected Qian Jun Douluo to possess such persuasive salesmanship. Just one speech had shaken the once resolute Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, steering them toward peaceful submission.

But if the story unfolded this way, wouldn’t Fang Yuan fail to complete his system mission?

Impossible! He had to intervene and steer the plot back on course.

Soon, a plan formed in Fang Yuan’s mind. His eyes gleamed as he decided to secretly use his instant-kill ability to eliminate the Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, who possessed spatial powers. Otherwise, Gu Rong might gather soul masters to his side. Without soul power, Fang Yuan would be in grave danger. Moreover, if Gu Rong escaped into a spatial rift, Fang Yuan could not use instant kill to dispatch him, leaving a lingering threat.

Meanwhile, most of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, including Ning Fengzhi, had been swayed by Qian Jun Douluo’s eloquence. Rather than fighting to the death now, they preferred to preserve themselves and wait for a better opportunity. Cooperation with the Spirit Hall for mutual benefit was not unthinkable.

Just as Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brows, struggling inwardly and about to accept Qian Jun Douluo’s harmless terms, a subtle but lethal wave of soul power silently struck the Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

“Who dares to ambush me?” Gu Rong shouted, preparing to open a spatial rift for escape. Suddenly, his body froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes. Before the stunned onlookers, his form was brushed away by an invisible hand, vanishing into nothingness in an instant, leaving only a faint mist of blood that looked eerily beautiful beneath the moonlight.

Time seemed to halt before the main hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Everyone was dumbfounded; even the air seemed to pause. No one expected the sect’s pillar of strength—the Bone Douluo Gu Rong—to fall in such a manner.

Gu Rong was dead!

Not only were the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciples stunned, but the Spirit Hall’s titled Douluo also turned pale. They knew that even Qian Dao Liu, famed as one of the strongest on Douluo Continent, could not silently and swiftly erase a Super Douluo with such stealth and speed. Whoever this person was, they were stronger than Qian Dao Liu. And the only one the Spirit Hall’s Douluo recognized as such a presence was none other than Fang Yuan, who stood among them.