Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 238 Gift of Soul Bones

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions, and stepped forward to the center of the hall. Facing Ling Han, who sat high on the throne, he solemnly cupped his hands and bowed deeply. His voice was clear and steady, echoing in the silent hall:
"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, along with his disciples and elders, pays respects to Pavilion Master Linghan!"

"I am deeply grateful to the Pavilion Master for bestowing such favor upon my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... I will show my utmost respect."

He spoke with utmost sincerity. As someone in a position of power, he understood all too well the meaning behind this kind of "respect."

This is not charity, but rather an acknowledgment by the strong of the weak of their past status; it is a gesture of a higher level.

After finishing his greetings, Ning Fengzhi turned to Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er beside Ling Han and bowed in return, saying, "Greetings, Madam Wang Dong'er and Madam Wang Qiu'er."

Although the two girls looked very young, their unfathomable aura made Ning Fengzhi dare not be negligent in the slightest.

He knew that these two were the closest and most terrifying people around Ling Han.

Wang Dong'er blinked her large, pinkish-blue eyes and nodded slightly in return. Wang Qiu'er, on the other hand, merely glanced at Ning Fengzhi indifferently, her golden eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Finally, Ning Fengzhi looked around at the powerful figures on both sides of the hall, including Long Chen, Xue Qinglan, and Dugu Bo, and bowed to them one by one: "Vice Sect Master Long Chen, Dean Xue Qinglan, Senior Dugu Bo, Miss Qi Xue, Sect Master Hu Yan, Sect Master Huo, Sect Master Feng, Sect Master Hu, Hall Master Niu... It's been a long time."

He adopted a humble posture and spoke in a calm tone, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever because the other party had once been one of the four lower sects or an enemy force.

Because he knew that from now on, these people would be his colleagues.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong followed closely behind Ning Fengzhi, bowing slightly in Ling Han's direction.

For them, as titled Douluo, to have achieved this much in the face of such a situation is already their limit.

Chen Xin's knuckles turned slightly white, revealing his inner turmoil. Gu Rong's gaunt face twitched slightly, but he ultimately lowered his proud head. They, too, nodded in greeting to Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, and the powerful figures on either side.

Inside the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Ning Fengzhi's words, "Gentlemen, it's been a long time," carried a deliberately maintained peace and humility, slowly spreading through the quiet and oppressive space, adding to the heaviness of the atmosphere.

All eyes, whether bright or dark, awe or complex, ultimately converged on the young figure atop the crystal throne, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Ling Han, the Beast God Pavilion Master who rose like a comet, swept across all sides with ruthless and domineering methods, and forced the vast Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to the brink of despair, finally slowly raised his eyes.

His deep, soul-freezing eyes, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, landed precisely on Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, in the center of the hall, a man who, even in submission, still strived to maintain his last shred of dignity and composure.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Ning Fengzhi could clearly feel the coldness and heaviness of that gaze, as if a tangible weight was pressing on his shoulders, making him slightly choke to breathe.

But he remained upright, his expression calm, his gaze meeting the unwavering eyes of a gaze capable of causing even an ordinary Title Douluo to lose their composure. After a long while, the corners of Ling Han's lips, sculpted from millennia of ice, seemed to twitch slightly upwards, forming a faint, almost imperceptible curve.

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet possessing a strange penetrating power, clearly echoing in everyone's ears; neither too loud nor too soft, yet seemingly containing a force that directly touches the heart:
"Ning Fengzhi,"

Just three words were enough to make Ning Fengzhi's heart skip a beat, and he listened even more intently.

"Welcome to join us."

Ling Han's words were simple and direct, without any unnecessary pleasantries or formalities, as if he were simply stating a given fact.

But the "welcome" he uttered carried an unusual weight. It wasn't a handout from a superior to an inferior; it was more like an acceptance on an equal footing, even though their positions were vastly different.

Ning Fengzhi felt a mix of emotions: humiliation, sorrow, and the helplessness of having to bow down for the sake of the sect's survival. But deep within these complex emotions, a strange, subtle feeling of relief also arose.

At least, this young sect leader did not deliberately humiliate them; instead, he gave them the last bit of dignity as the three upper sects.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all the turbulent emotions in his heart, and bowed again, his voice steady and clear, responding with an attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant:
"Sect Leader Ling, you flatter me. I, Ning, and everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, also want to thank you for giving us the opportunity to join the Beast God Pavilion."

His words were also quite skillful, describing submission as "joining" and being forced as "opportunity," thus preserving his side's last bit of face while also subtly expressing his stance.

To remain so calm and articulate even in such a situation is truly worthy of his title as the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Upon hearing this, Ling Han nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with Ning Fengzhi's tact. He said no more, but slowly raised his right hand.

As he lightly swept his fingertips through the air, a subtle ripple in space spread out silently.

The next moment, two objects, shrouded in strong soul power fluctuations and emitting a faint light, appeared out of thin air above his palm.

Those are two soul bones!

It was a deep blue-purple color with fine electric arc-shaped patterns flowing across its surface. It faintly emitted a deep dragon's roar and exuded a violent and domineering aura.

The other piece was a pure dark blue, with a more slender skeletal shape, surrounded by a rich dragon's might and powerful blood energy. As the light flickered, it seemed as if a dragon's shadow was hovering around it.

As soon as these two bones appeared, the soul power fluctuations in the hall instantly became active and restless!
Especially those powerful individuals who possess dragon-type martial souls or have keen energy perception, such as Long Chen, Wang Qiu'er, and Xue Qinglan, were instantly drawn to the scene.

"Soul Bone!" someone exclaimed softly, their voice filled with shock and longing.

Moreover, judging from the energy intensity emanating from these two soul bones and the incredibly solid dragon aura they exuded, their age was definitely not low! They were at least top-grade items at the tens of thousands of years old!
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong's pupils also suddenly contracted!

As high-ranking members of the three upper sects, they had seen countless treasures and naturally recognized at a glance that these were two extremely precious soul bones of quality over 30,000 years old! Moreover, judging from their characteristics, they were very likely to have come from the same top-tier soul beast!
(End of this chapter)