Chapter 137

Unhappy? Just screw them, that's all!

I just hate slavery, and I hate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Put them together, and it's double the hatred!

Hearing someone dare to outbid him, the elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in Room 4 immediately widened his eyes, his expression looking extremely ferocious.

He is the Third Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the one pulling the strings behind Yu Tianheng.

More than half a month ago, Dugu Yan returned to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Under his instigation, Yu Tianheng went to pursue Dugu Yan again.

As a result, he had half his teeth knocked out by Dugu Yan.

Then he took Yu Tianheng to complain to the Sect Master, thinking the Sect Master would punish the Poison Douluo.

But when the Sect Master returned with Yu Tianheng, the rest of his teeth were gone too.

Now in the sect, he is neither favored by the Sect Master nor by the Vice Sect Master Yu Luomian; both factions treat him like he's nothing.

He wants to buy this dragon-girl, but not for himself.

For him now, he has passed the time when he was passionate about the mature type.

Nowadays, his preferred type has long since changed to the youthful and immature kind.

Young girls who have just awakened their martial soul or have yet to awaken one are the type he likes now.

He has an independent courtyard outside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect where he keeps the young girls he likes.

Whenever a girl he likes grows up, he will dispose of her without hesitation. Every year, that small courtyard gets new occupants.

And as he gradually interacts with these young girls, he feels his aging body slowly returning to youth.

This dragon-girl is a gift he wants to offer to Yu Tianheng.

He has been the mastermind behind Yu Tianheng for so many years; there is no way the Yu Luomian faction would accept his allegiance.

His only way out now is to continue to mend the rift between himself and Yu Tianheng, and thus return to his previous status.

A girl like this with innate full soul power at level 9, a beautiful figure, and possessing a Red Dragon martial soul and pure dragon blood is simply a top-tier breeding vessel for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to produce offspring.

If it weren't for the need to bridge the gap between himself and Yu Tianheng, he would have loved to keep her for himself.

Even if he didn't like her, he would still try to see if they could produce a child with an even stronger martial soul and bloodline.

He wondered if he was too old, and if the prestige he displayed was no longer enough to make people think of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

In his mind, the deterrence of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan should be such that no one else would dare to resist.

"10.51 million gold soul coins!"

The elder summoned his martial soul, and eight soul rings floated around him.

He gathered his energy in his dantian, brewed for a moment, and then let out a roar that almost turned into a dragon's cry.

Under the dragon's roar, some of the minor nobles and low-level soul masters sitting in the first-floor hall began to feel terror from the bottom of their hearts; if their martial soul happened to have even a bit of dragon blood, their entire bodies would tremble uncontrollably.

Just as he was looking down with satisfaction at the shivering, innocent crowd, lamenting that he still had it in him, the sound of the loudspeaker rang out again.

"10.52 million gold soul coins."

To Zhou Heng, this bit of dragon's roar was like a kitten meowing loudly; he couldn't be bothered to argue, so since the other party raised the price by 10,000 gold soul coins, he would just raise it by another 10,000.

He wanted to see if the old man in Room 4 could keep shouting so loudly if they kept raising the price by 10,000 at a time.

Hearing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan elder in Room 4 arguing with Zhou Heng in Room 6, Ning Fengzhi, sitting in Room 3, showed an interested expression and looked at Sword Douluo beside him.

"Uncle Sword, do you think I should bid for this girl to find a companion for Uncle Bone?"

Ning Fengzhi's words carried a hint of playfulness, clearly joking with Sword Douluo.

And Sword Douluo actually nodded.

"Fengzhi, you're right. Who knows, maybe the old bone likes that type?"

"You two!"

Amidst the laughter of Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, a hoarse voice came out of thin air, and a tall, thin, skeleton-like old man stepped out from the space, with a quirky-looking young girl poking her head out from behind him.

The old man sat on the other side of Ning Fengzhi and glared fiercely at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

The quirky girl squeezed into Ning Fengzhi's seat without any hesitation.

Although the single sofa was spacious enough for both a big and a small person to sit,

Ning Fengzhi still shifted his body, preferring to be a little uncomfortable himself rather than not give the larger portion of the seat to the quirky girl.

The arrivals were none other than Bone Douluo Gu Rong and the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.

If he hadn't sensed Ning Rongrong's aura coming from the empty space just now, knowing that Bone Douluo was peeking from the shadows with her, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't have dared to joke about Bone Douluo in front of Sword Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi is nearly sixty years old this year; he married at fifteen or sixteen and had his first child.

He now has a total of seven sons, and his eldest grandson is almost ready to get married.

But for all these years, Ning Fengzhi has only had one daughter, Ning Rongrong, and thus he dotes on her exceptionally.

Everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect knows that she is the little princess who must not be offended.

Watching Ning Fengzhi being squeezed to the side, Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and leaned further, making Ning Fengzhi's posture awkward and leaving his usually gentle face looking both amused and helpless.

Seeing this, Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo both smiled, happy to see Ning Rongrong's little prank.

Ning Rongrong squeezed next to Ning Fengzhi, pointed her finger at the girl trapped in the iron cage on the stage, and spoke to Ning Fengzhi with a softened heart.

"Daddy, that big sister looks so uncomfortable. Why don't we save her?"

Although Ning Rongrong is only ten years old, in the world of Douluo Continent, where one is basically considered an adult at twelve,

Ning Rongrong understands some things she should. Although she is called a little witch in the sect and her personality has been spoiled by her father and the two Title Douluos to be a bit arrogant,

she is actually a good person at heart, just a little bit stubborn.

When she was hiding in the different space just now, Ning Rongrong heard the cold introduction and felt a bit uneasy.

So, she proposed her idea to Ning Fengzhi at this moment.

"Alright, since Rongrong wants to save her, then we shall save her."

Hearing his daughter's words, Ning Fengzhi nodded, opened the Soul Guidance Device in front of him, and made his first bid in this auction.

"Twelve million Gold Soul Coins."