Chapter 87: Qingluan and the Sword

The master and disciple's sparring stopped at the point of contact.

Previously, Wu Qi could not touch a corner of Qingluan Douluo's robe at all; this time, it was unclear if it was due to the cramped environment or some other reason.

Wu Qi finally grabbed the corner of the other's robe.

"You didn't lose face for me. If that kid from the Qiangu family were half as worry-free as you, Lao Liu wouldn't be fretting all day."

Before appearing, he had naturally observed Qiangu Changkong.

Wu Qi let out a long breath and immediately brought up the serious matter, "Teacher, I have been close to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect recently. A few days ago, Ning Sect Master revealed to me that he seems interested in cooperating with the Spirit Hall."

Ning Fengzhi specifically emphasized that there was friction between him and Bibi Dong; doesn't this clearly show that the party he wants to cooperate with is the Consecration Hall?

Ning Fengzhi wasn't even acting anymore, and Wu Qi felt there was no point in dragging it out.

But he could not make decisions for the Consecration Hall; Qingluan Douluo was going to return anyway, so he would take this opportunity to bring back Ning Fengzhi's proposal and hear Qian Daoliu's thoughts.

Qingluan Douluo seemed to understand something, "Your team has recruited disciples from the Feng and Huo families, and with Dugu Bo at your side, this configuration is enough to establish a sect, is it not?"

Wu Qi had no need to hide it.

Qingluan Douluo was not a decrepit person and would certainly know his intentions.

"Only Huyan Zhen of the Elephant Armored Sect has secretly joined the Spirit Hall; the other disciples, including the Elders, may not be aware. But that doesn't stop them from doing things for the Pope Palace. You should understand what I mean?"

Take the several Consecrators of the Consecration Hall, for instance; who among them doesn't have a massive family behind them?

Looking at it that way, Wu Qi's idea of establishing a sect was nothing at all.

"I cannot stay long on this trip. The next Spirit Master Tournament is also a training mission given to you all by the Consecration Hall. Work hard and do not let everyone's expectations down."

As he spoke, Qingluan Douluo walked to the door, "I'm leaving. After the Spirit Master Tournament ends, I will teach you other moves."

Many Self-Created Soul Skills have cultivation thresholds that Wu Qi clearly could not reach yet.

And with his current strength, it was enough to handle the Spirit Master Tournament; there was no need to be distracted by learning other moves.

Watching his departing back, Wu Qi could not help but feel some anticipation.

Perhaps because of his actions, the future situation of the Spirit Hall could be changed.

With the overall strength of the Consecration Hall increased, the speed at which Bibi Dong seizes power will surely slow down.

The third, fourth, and fifth Consecrators are all Ninety-Seventh Level powerhouses, and although Qingluan Douluo joined the Consecration Hall relatively late, he is still ranked above Lion Douluo, so his strength must have already reached the peak of Ninety-Seventh Level.

The Immortal Herb Wu Qi selected is very likely to allow him to break through to Ninety-Eighth Level.

In this era where no Limit Douluo appears, Ninety-Eighth Level is undoubtedly one of the strongest on the continent.

With his strength increased, Qingluan Douluo's comprehension of Self-Created Soul Skills will also improve, and in a roundabout way, Wu Qi will also benefit from it.

……

Night fell.

Qingluan Douluo concealed his aura and arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's base.

As the wealthiest sect on the entire continent, the base was brightly lit. The massive Liuli Pagoda building standing in the center had each level of the tower emitting different colored light, looking exactly like a giant version of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul.

Even Qingluan Douluo, who was accustomed to luxury, could not help but sigh at this sight.

"No wonder she would be targeted by that crazy woman!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is so wealthy; taking them down would be enough to cover military expenses for many years.

In the original timeline, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect suffered heavy losses; while the Spirit Hall certainly suffered no small loss, the wealth plundered from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasury was enough to quickly make up for the lost combat power.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Title Douluo, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, guarding it, compared to the wealth they possessed, this bit of strength was negligible.

At the same time, inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ever since his conversation with Wu Qi, a "confident" Ning Fengzhi had turned down many social engagements and spent every night waiting for the arrival of the Spirit Hall powerhouse.

Gu Rong could not help but say, "What if the one who comes is Bibi Dong? What should we do then?"

Bibi Dong is a cold and ungrateful person; if they want to use her as a backer, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must be prepared to be bled dry for a long time.

This was clearly something Ning Fengzhi did not want to see.

Afterwards, Ning Fengzhi had clearly pondered his previous words and could not help but feel it was too rash.

Chen Xin, however, was like an old monk in meditation, sitting in his chair with a calm expression, not saying a word.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at him, did not disturb him, and turned his head to look at Gu Rong with a bitter smile.

He admitted that this time there was an element of gambling, but he did not regret it.

As long as the relationship between Wu Qi and Ning Rongrong remains unbroken, considering Wu Qi's existence, Bibi Dong would likely not bleed them too much.

Suddenly, Chen Xin stood up, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed, and he looked toward the outside of the main hall with a solemn gaze, "Qingluan Douluo is here!"

After speaking, the Seven Kill Sword hovered in front of him, and he leaped, stepping onto the blade; his figure was like a shooting star, cutting through the night sky.

The powerful air current forced Ning Fengzhi to retreat a few steps; fortunately, Gu Rong acted, preventing him from falling to the ground.

"The Third Consecrator has arrived; Fengzhi, you bet correctly."

Gu Rong laughed and took Ning Fengzhi to quickly chase after him.

……

Although Qingluan Douluo's soul power level was higher than Chen Xin's, if he released his spiritual power to search for people within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the other party could not possibly fail to notice.

The moment the two met, Qingluan Douluo turned his head to signal toward the back mountain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Since he came with sincerity, he certainly could not easily destroy the buildings within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

And not wanting to miss the opportunity to test Chen Xin's strength, setting the sparring location at the back mountain was a good choice.

The sparring between a Ninety-Seventh Level and a Ninety-Sixth Level Super Douluo caused such a commotion that it drew the attention of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples.

Under Ning Fengzhi's instruction, Gu Rong cast a soul power barrier to prevent the sect from being damaged while also blocking the disciples' view.

Ning Fengzhi immediately ordered, "It is not an enemy attack; it is Sword Consecrator sparring with a friend. Everyone disperse."

"Remember, do not spread rumors about tonight's events, and do not discuss it casually!"

Ning Fengzhi had led the sect to earn huge profits, and the disciples respected him immensely, so they naturally would not disobey his wishes over small matters.

Watching the battle, seeing Chen Xin gradually losing ground, Gu Rong could not help but say: "Qingluan Douluo's strength is truly remarkable; the old sword-man is likely no match for him."

If he and Ning Fengzhi were to assist, Qingluan Douluo would surely be defeated.

But it was clearly visible that the opponent was not using lethal force; since it was a sparring match, why disturb both sides?

Both sides maintained relative restraint in their sparring, not activating their Martial Soul Avatar or higher-level soul skills.

"Sixth soul skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

Raising the Seven Kill Sword above his head, Chen Xin conjured ten thousand spiritual swords behind him with soul power; the sword momentum was vast, and the power was immeasurable.

Qingluan Douluo chuckled softly, and his sixth soul skill was activated simultaneously.

"Sixth soul skill, Qingluan's Claw of Startling Wild Goose."

With a long, shrill cry of a phoenix, Qingluan Douluo's Speed became unimaginably fast, sweeping toward Chen Xin like a comet.

The Speed was so great that the latter could not defend against it, and he could not even charge up his soul skill in time.

The sparring match ultimately ended with Chen Xin's defeat.

The two bowed to each other and returned to the sect together.

Regarding the arrival of Qingluan Douluo, Ning Fengzhi was both surprised and delighted, bowing to invite him into the sect's main hall.

(End of this chapter)