Douluo: The blue phoenix cries loudly, and the wind whistles through the air

The lobby on the first floor of the Blacksmiths' Association.

Miles and his guards barged in without restraint, and began punching and kicking the blacksmith who was blocking their way.

Looking at the group of blacksmiths who dared not speak out, Miles smiled contemptuously: "You can't blame me for this."

"If you have someone to blame, blame your Chairman Lou Gao for not paying this month's taxes on time. Your actions have put me in a difficult position."

"Does being difficult justify attacking ordinary people?" Chen Ping and Si Long walked down the stairs together.

Facing Miles, Chen Ping showed no fear and walked straight toward him.

Miles didn't recognize him and assumed that Si Long had given him confidence, so he couldn't help but sneer: "Who did I think it was? It turns out to be Master Si Long."

"Unfortunately, you possess the cultivation of a Soul Master, yet you are merely a useless piece of trash with no combat ability."

Silong enjoys a high reputation among blacksmiths.

The blacksmiths were furious at Miles's insult, but dared not utter a word.

Chen Ping said with feigned amusement, "Oh? Bishop Miles is putting on airs, daring to ignore me?"

Miles remained unmoved, thinking to himself, "Who does this guy think he is!"

Another sound came from upstairs.

Wu Qi slowly walked down the stairs, saying indifferently, "He's just a mere cardinal, yet he's so arrogant, not even giving me any face."

Following the sound, Miles noticed his figure.

The first thought in the former's mind was that Wu Qi was too young and there was no fluctuation of soul power around him, so he looked like an ordinary person.

But he just couldn't believe that an ordinary person could have such composure when facing him.

Could this young man be some old monster in the world of Soul Masters?

“Who are you, sir? If I remember correctly, we have no grudges against each other,” Miles said in a deep voice.

Wu Qi descended the stairs, stood still, and chuckled softly, "A cardinal is not worth my excessive attention. Unfortunately, after I arrived in Gengxin City, your reputation as Archbishop Miles has become so widespread that it's hard not to remember you."

"I'll give you a chance to be a witness in front of everyone and honestly confess your crimes over the years. Perhaps then I can give you a quick death."

Miles laughed in fury.

Based on such a ridiculous statement, he was certain that the other party was not an old monster in the world of soul masters, but just a kid who was just trying to intimidate others.

"How arrogant! Guards, take that brat to jail. I'd like to see if you're just tough on the outside or tough on the inside."

Just as the guards were about to step forward, a coiled dragon staff crashed down on their path. The powerful aura of soul energy knocked everyone in the guards to the ground. Even Miles, a Soul Saint, couldn't help but take a step back.

Looking up, Qian Gu Chang Kong was sitting on the second-floor stair railing, watching everything with a faint smile.

Miles felt that the long staff in front of him looked very familiar. Before he could ask, the ancient sky upstairs spoke first: "Bishop Miles, take a good look at what this is."

With that, he tossed the papal decree out of his hand.

Miles took it and saw the six patterns inside; his pupils immediately contracted.

He tried to bolster his courage, believing the person before him was an imposter posing as an elder of the Spirit Hall. But when he saw the name engraved on the badge, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

He had initially felt that the dragon-shaped staff in front of him looked somewhat familiar, and when he saw the words "eternal" on the papal decree, he knew its origin.

His attitude undoubtedly offended the other party, and he was caught red-handed with evidence of his crime, so he is probably doomed.

"Elder, your subordinate, your subordinate..." Miles was terrified, and his tone was somewhat incoherent.

Wu Qi gave a cold laugh and said, "Everyone here can report your crimes. If you have anything to say, say it in your next life."

Before Miles could react, Feng Xiaotian, who was lurking in the shadows, made his move instantly.

Before Miles could react, the wolf claws easily tore open his throat.

Miles clutched his throat, his eyes filled with extreme terror. He wanted to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.

With the ringleader executed, the guards knelt and begged for mercy, shifting all blame onto Miles.

Before arriving at Gengxin City, Wu Qi had already written a letter back to the Imperial Palace.

Whether or not it was for the purpose of winning over the Blacksmiths' Association, parasites like Miles must be eliminated to prevent the reputation of the Spirit Hall from being further damaged.

By now, the person who will succeed as the bishop of Gengxin City should have already arrived in the city. In addition, there is a group of deacons drawn from other places to purge the entire Spirit Hall of Gengxin City.

The trial of these guards can be handed over to the new temple master later.

The blacksmiths, seeing the once domineering Miles now a cold corpse, wept with joy.

It was as if the dark clouds hanging over their heads had been parted, and bright sunlight was falling on everyone.

While they were happy, they also made sure to discuss the identities of Wu Qi and his group.

Some say that Wu Qi and the others are elders of the Spirit Hall, who came here specifically to uphold justice after learning that there were corrupt officials in Gengxin City.

A small minority also believe that Wu Qi's actions are a combination of carrot and stick, and that he is essentially no different from Miles, still wanting to annex the Blacksmiths' Guild.

Before long, Lou Gao, supported by his disciple, came downstairs.

He had just finished thinking about the future of the blacksmiths' association.

If Wu Qi can truly develop the technology to make soul tools within the next ten to twenty years, then even if the Blacksmith Association is affiliated with the Spirit Hall, so what?
"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me for a moment," Lou Gao said loudly as he walked to the center of the crowd.

The blacksmiths fell silent and turned their gaze to him.

"Elder Wu just discussed it with me. If the Blacksmiths' Association joins the Spirit Hall, we will not only receive better treatment, but we will also gain access to soul tool technology in the future."

Before he could finish speaking, a blacksmith retorted, "Guild Master, you can't be fooled by the Spirit Hall's sweet talk."

"Our blacksmiths' association is in this predicament entirely thanks to the Spirit Hall."

"Twenty years ago, the Clear Sky Sect committed a crime, and the Spirit Hall suppressed our Blacksmith Association for a while. Then, a few years later, Miles came. Now, the Spirit Hall wants to annex us. Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Of course, this person's words only received a small number of responses.

Most people still wanted to hear Lou Gao finish speaking before making a decision.

At least from what we've seen so far, the conditions offered by the Spirit Hall to win them over are definitely not bad. And Wu Qi even killed Miles on the spot, avenging them. Both morally and logically, they have to give him face.

Wu Qi stepped forward and said loudly, "I can put the conditions for winning you over in writing. Furthermore, I will not force anyone."

"If you agree to my terms of recruitment and join the Spirit Hall, I will provide you with a settlement allowance and free housing once you arrive at the new headquarters of the Blacksmith Association."

"For those who are unwilling to go, I will provide a severance payment of one hundred gold soul coins."

"The choice is entirely up to you." (End of Chapter)