Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 98 Establishing a Branch Pavilion
On the left, Qi Xue flew low on her sword, her aura as cool as the moon. Behind her were the Fire Leopard Sect members, their auras restrained and filled with awe. Sect Master Huo Yan was pale, with bandages wrapped around his chest, clearly still recovering from his injuries.

On the right, Ji Juechen walked silently, each step seemingly measuring the earth. His ancient longsword hung at his waist. The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect followed behind him, their spirits dampened, but their eyes were filled with complex emotions as they looked at the lone figure in front of them.

Feng Bailong followed closely beside Ji Juechen, his expression respectful.

At the very back, Dugu Bo sat in a luxurious carriage drawn by eight strong horses and decorated with black tiger stripes, leisurely closing his eyes to rest.

The carriage was surrounded by the Black Tiger Sect's troops, most of whom exuded a fierce aura and had ruthless eyes. However, under the occasional cold gaze of Dugu Bo, they all fell silent and behaved themselves properly.

Shadowmoon moved silently in the shadows surrounding the four teams, her wary eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure nothing unexpected happened.

"Haha, Young Master will surely be very pleased to see this spectacle!" Long Chen laughed as he spoke to Hu Yanzhen beside him.

"Old tortoise, tell your men to hurry up and take this letter of mine to the young master to give him the good news! So he can prepare in advance!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, Holy Dragon!" Huyan Zhen dared not delay and hurriedly beckoned a much younger Elephant Armor Sect disciple behind him to step forward. He solemnly handed him a letter bearing Long Chen's unique dragon flame mark: "Huyan Li! Set off immediately and head to the Beast God Pavilion at full speed!"

"Deliver this letter personally to Pavilion Master Ling Han! There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes! Grandfather! Your Majesty the Holy Dragon!" The young disciple named Hu Yanli took the letter, bowed respectfully, and then strode off like a small war elephant, galloping towards Tiandou City at a surprisingly fast pace.

Inside the Beast God Pavilion.

Ling Han was comfortably leaning back on a large, soft couch, with Wang Qiu'er sitting to his left, her posture elegant and slightly languid.

Wang Dong'er sat cross-legged to Ling Han's right without any regard for appearances, her pink and blue butterfly wings slightly folded, talking to Ling Han with great interest.

At this moment, a respectful voice came from outside the door: "Reporting to the Pavilion Master, there is a man outside who claims to be Huyan Li, a disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect, requesting an audience. He says he is acting on the orders of the Holy Dragon Douluo and has a letter to present."

"Oh? Uncle Long's letter? Let him in." Ling Han raised an eyebrow.

Soon, a burly man with extremely robust physique and bulging muscles, wearing the Elephant Armor Sect's signature heavy leather armor, walked in with his head down and some nervousness. His soul power fluctuations were at the Soul Venerable level, and now, facing the two unfathomable beings in the hall, especially Wang Dong'er who had just displayed her might outside, he dared not utter a sound.

"Huyan Li, a disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect, pays his respects to Pavilion Master Ling! And to the two young mistresses!"

"Greetings, Hall Master Niu!" He knelt on one knee, his voice loud but trembling slightly, and respectfully held a sealed scroll in his hands. "By order of Lord Holy Dragon Douluo, I have gone ahead to deliver this letter to Pavilion Master Ling Han!"

Seeing this, Wang Dong'er gracefully stood up and walked to Hu Yanli.

She was tall, but still appeared petite next to Huyan Li's towering figure. She reached out and took the scroll, her voice clear and crisp: "Get up, the letter has been delivered. You can go now; someone will arrange for you to rest."

"Yes! Thank you... thank you, Madam!" Hu Yanli felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly bowed and withdrew. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the legendary Pavilion Master Ling on the soft couch and the golden-haired woman beside him who looked like a goddess, and he was even more terrified.

Holding the letter, Wang Dong'er skipped back to the soft couch, but instead of sitting back in her original spot, she squeezed directly into Ling Han's arms, her long, slender, fair leg naturally draped over Ling Han's thigh.

She comfortably adjusted her position, almost half-lying in Ling Han's arms. Seeing this, Wang Qiu'er glanced at her with her cold dragon eyes, seemingly feeling that she couldn't fall behind, and also turned slightly to the side, gently placing one of her straight and strong long legs on Ling Han's other leg.

Ling Han: "..."

He smiled helplessly yet indulgently, his left hand naturally encircling Wang Dong'er's slender waist, which sat on his lap. Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel its amazing softness and elasticity, and the girl's unique fragrance wafted into his nose, making his heart flutter slightly.

His right hand gently grasped the hand that Wang Qiu'er had placed on his leg.

Wang Qiu'er's hands are different from Wang Dong'er's soft and boneless hands. They have distinct joints and a strong yet firm and warm feel, making them very comfortable to hold in the palm.

Wang Dong'er adjusted to a comfortable position, leaning against Ling Han's firm chest, before cheerfully opening the envelope, pulling out the letter, clearing her throat, and reading aloud in a clear, melodious voice:

"To the Young Master:"

"Long Chen has lived up to expectations! The Elephant Armor Sect, Fire Leopard Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Black Tiger Sect—the four lower sects—have all been subdued!"

"The sect leaders and core disciples of the four sects have all sworn allegiance! We are escorting... uh, leading the forces of the four sects in a grand procession towards the Beast God Pavilion! We expect to arrive outside Heaven Dou City in seven days!"

"This battle went smoothly, all thanks to Young Master's widespread reputation, which has subdued the villains! Your subordinates Long Chen, Qi Xue, Ji Juechen, Dugu Bo, and Ying Yue await Young Master's next instructions!"

"Your subordinate, Long Chen, respectfully submits."

After reading the letter, Wang Dong'er proudly waved the letter: "Husband, Uncle Long and the others have taken care of it! They should arrive in about a week!"

After Wang Dong'er finished reading, she handed the scroll to Ling Han. Ling Han quickly glanced at it and confirmed that it was correct.

"Within a week..." Ling Han pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Niu Gao, who was standing below, and said with an unquestionable determination, "Hall Master Niu!"

"Your subordinate is here! What are your orders, Master?" Niu Gao's spirits lifted.

"Uncle Long has subdued the four lower sects and will arrive in Tiandou City in seven days!" Ling Han's voice carried an unquestionable command. "Immediately gather all Imperial Armor Hall disciples and bring all available manpower and supplies!"

His gaze swept across the relatively open areas on either side of the main building of the Beast God Pavilion outside the bedroom window:
"Target: The area on both sides of the main body of the Beast God Pavilion! Raze all those abandoned buildings and old houses to the ground!"

"Within a week, I want to see two brand-new 'Beast God Branch Pavilions' rise from the ground, large enough to accommodate the core members of the four sects!"

"The scale and grandeur must not be too much weaker than the main pavilion! Use the best materials, money is not a problem! If there are any obstacles... you know what to do."

"Yes, young master!!" Niu Gao's voice was full of excitement and enthusiasm. "Leave it to me! Seven days! I guarantee the mission will be completed! Let those newbies see the grandeur of our Beast God Pavilion!" The sound of footsteps rumbled away, clearly Niu Gao had already gone to mobilize manpower.

(End of this chapter)