Chapter 137 Ning Fengzhi, Obsessed with Expanding His Lineage
Despite Bibi Dong's words, Hu Liena and Xie Yue's gazes remained resolute.
Xie Yue spoke up, "Your Holiness, you know that *he* has already broken through to Soul Emperor. If we don't advance, we'll be left in the dust. The Golden Generation cannot be outshone by an outsider!"
From reports, Xie Yue and Hu Liena learned that Mo Hui had reached level 60 over half a year ago, while even Feng Xiaotian had hit level 57 and was closing in on 58.
Though Feng Xiaotian was older, at this pace, they might struggle to surpass him, let alone Mo Hui.
Hu Liena added firmly, "Please, Your Holiness, grant us your aid!"
Bibi Dong sighed inwardly. Over a year had passed, yet these two couldn't move past their defeat.
In a one-on-one duel, Hu Liena and Xie Yue had been utterly dominated by someone younger, their martial soul fusion skill dismantled effortlessly. For two spirited young prodigies, this was a crushing blow.
Had their wills been weaker, their Dao hearts might have shattered, leading to ruin.
"You know that training there carries a high chance of no return. Death Canyon, like Yan chose, would also serve to temper you," Bibi Dong cautioned.
Yet, their eyes burned with determination as they chorused, "Please, Your Holiness, aid us!"
They understood that while Death Canyon was formidable, it wouldn't push them enough to overtake Feng Xiaotian, much less Mo Hui.
After a moment's consideration, Bibi Dong opened her eyes. "Since you're resolved, I'll allow it."
She tossed two soul bones, which arced through the air to Hu Liena and Xie Yue.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Bibi Dong said gravely, "The City of Slaughter restricts soul ring skills, but not soul bone skills. These are for you. You *must* return alive. The Spirit Hall has already lost three ten-thousand-year soul bones. Lose these, and you'll be its sinners—and I'll bear the shame!"
"Yes, Your Holiness! We'll honor your trust and return from the City of Slaughter alive!" Hu Liena and Xie Yue clutched the soul bones, tears in their eyes, vowing.
*Mo Hui, wait. We'll prove who's the greatest genius!*
---
Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.
Ning Fengzhi, sect leader, sat outside a courtyard with Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and his daughter Ning Rongrong before him.
After what felt like an eternity, a baby's cry echoed from the room, prompting Ning Fengzhi to leap from his seat.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong shared a knowing smile, while Ning Rongrong pursed her lips discreetly.
A woman emerged, cradling a child, and announced to Ning Fengzhi, "Congratulations, Sect Master—it's a boy!"
Ning Fengzhi took the child, his face breaking into a wide grin. This could be the heir to the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda.
"Claim your reward," he said, waving to the woman after studying the child. She beamed and withdrew from the courtyard.
As she left, Chen Xin and Gu Rong stepped forward. "Congratulations, Sect Master. The Seven Treasure Glazed Sect has another potential Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda heir," they said.
"Haha, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, it's not certain yet. We must prepare for failure to avoid disappointment," Ning Fengzhi replied, though his smile betrayed his excitement.
He presented the child to Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong, meet your brother."
"Very cute!" Ning Rongrong smiled outwardly,
but inwardly cursed, *Damn Mo Hui! Why'd you give Dad that Qiluo Tulip? This is the fourth one!*
As Ning Fengzhi's youngest and most talented child, Ning Rongrong had been the most cherished. But these new siblings not only displaced her as the youngest but also held the potential to inherit the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda, surpassing her talent.
Losing her status as the favored child stung, though Ning Fengzhi hadn't yet had another daughter. Ning Rongrong knew it was only a matter of time.
Despite her frustration, she recognized the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda's importance to the sect and her father's sound judgment.
The sect needed the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda, but Ning Rongrong lamented that it wasn't hers.
Over the years, Ning Fengzhi had sought immortal herbs for her, boosting her cultivation significantly, but only the Qiluo Tulip could evolve her martial soul.
Her talent outshone her father's, and Ning Rongrong believed that with the Qiluo Tulip, she could not only achieve the Eight Treasure Glazed Pagoda but perhaps even the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda.
Sighing inwardly, she thought, *If only I'd eaten that Qiluo Tulip!*
---
Poseidon Island, before Seahorse City.
"Speak, outsider—what's your choice?" Seahorse Douluo fixed his gaze on Mo Hui, awaiting his response.
"I…" Mo Hui began,
when Pidgeot sensed a disturbance and swiftly shielded him.
A graceful figure in red robes materialized before them.
Seahorse Douluo, startled, bowed slightly. "Greetings, High Priest!"
Posey nodded and addressed him, "No need to question him further. Lord Poseidon has decreed we entertain this guest from afar."
Glancing at Mo Hui's forehead, Posey froze. *It's gone? This doesn't match Lord Poseidon's words.*
But then, spotting what she sought on Pidgeot's forehead, her mind reeled.
*What's happening? Is the honored guest Lord Poseidon spoke of not this youth, but this bird?
Read 80+ Advanced Chapters at P@ Tre On
FictionTimeo
(End of this chapter)