Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 60 Sword Douluo Returns, Avalanche Arrives

The cycle of birth and death?

Upon seeing the azure souls drifting around Bibi Dong, not only soul beasts but also two or three blurry human figures, Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the Seven Kill Sword.

He had never even heard of such a bizarre soul skill, let alone seen it.

Summoning the souls of the dead—this doesn't sound like the methods of a proper Soul Master!

"Sword Douluo, there's no need to be nervous. This is a self-created soul skill passed down from our Spirit Hall."

Yue Guan smiled slightly, concealing the shock on his face, and looked at Chen Xin with a smile, saying, "This is not about enslaving the dead, but about guiding the wandering souls here to another world."

Is that so?

Chen Xin nodded slowly, but the doubt in her eyes remained undiminished.

Seeing Ning Rongrong beside him slowly wake up, Chen Xin suppressed his excitement and bowed to Bibi Dong in thanks.

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Majesty. We have seen the sincerity of the Spirit Hall. However, I have been delayed for too long. I still need to explain to the Sect Master. I will not disturb you any longer today. I will definitely come to express my gratitude next time."

"Sword Douluo, there's no need for such formalities."

Bibi Dong gestured casually, saying, "These are nothing but trivial matters. After the alliance is formed, I believe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will appreciate our sincerity."

"Yes, Your Holiness, do not see him off."

A giant sword phantom appeared beneath Chen Xin's feet. Once Ning Rongrong had steadied herself, the two transformed into a long rainbow and disappeared.

"Things are different now after all."

Despite being the more powerful party, the Spirit Hall adopted a much more humble attitude, showing none of the aggressive demeanor it displayed in the Soul Master Competition four years ago.

Above the sky, Chen Xin stroked his beard, his eyes flashing.

"We still need to talk to Feng Zhi and consider this carefully."

"Form an alliance."

"Is it a calamity, or a new opportunity for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile?"

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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

In the spacious and elegant room, various rare and precious items were neatly arranged in wooden cabinets. On the sunken wood tea table in the center of the room grew a small tea tree. Ning Fengzhi casually picked a few leaves, brewed them in a pot, and after half an hour, poured them out and drank them all in one gulp. A faint, dry taste spread in his mouth.

"There we saw a strange scene: the Ice and Fire Dragons fighting a young man. Their aura and dragon might were far stronger than that of the old bone dragon."

Chen Xin tried to appear serious, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up when the topic of ranks came up.

Level 97!

Chen Xin already slightly outclassed Gu Rong in terms of combat strength. Now that he's been stuck at the same level for so long, he's leveled up to the next level. That old man will have nothing more to say in front of him!

"Is that so? Such an opportunity is indeed rare and hard to come by. Not only could Bibi Dong find it, but she was also so generous in giving it up."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his temples, a hint of confusion appearing on his usually calm face.

"Dad, is this strange?"

Ning Rongrong's fair legs swayed under the stool as she looked up at her father's frowning face with a puzzled expression.

What she felt most deeply about Bibi Dong was probably her majesty, nobility, and arrogance during the competition four years ago, as well as her powerful strength four years later, her occasional slight indifference, and her unexpected affability towards those close to her.

She is multifaceted and complex, but getting closer to her doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"For an adult to undergo such an extreme change in personality in such a short period of time, it must be due to either an unforgettable experience or a sudden epiphany after enduring many hardships, but neither of these situations is likely to have occurred in her case."

Ning Fengzhi habitually ruffled his daughter's hair and said with a smile.

"To get the Spirit Hall, which is usually so domineering and unscrupulous, to adopt this attitude, frankly speaking..."

Ning Fengzhi looked out the window and sighed softly.

"I am indeed a little worried."

What he carried on his shoulders was never the life or death of a single person or thing, but the safety of the entire sect. Even though the conditions offered by Bibi Dong were unimaginably generous, his concerns did not diminish, but rather increased.

"metropolitan!"

A crisp voice of a guard announced from outside the door: "A visiting card has arrived. The Fourth Prince Xue Beng has something to discuss and has come to request an audience."

avalanche?

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable.

"Feng Zhi, could it be..."

"No, the sect has already eliminated spies, and the Spirit Hall shouldn't have leaked anything. It must be something else."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, his gaze returning to its calm state: "Uncle Jian, you come with me. Rongrong, you go back first. The documents for the alliance with the Spirit Hall are yours."

"it is good."

Ning Rongrong nodded obediently, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Sect Leader Ning, you must save me, Sect Leader Ning!"

After welcoming Xue Beng into the room and several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School left, the usually audacious Fourth Prince ran up to Ning Fengzhi, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and cried out in tears, making as if to kneel down.

"Your Highness, how can you do this?"

Ning Fengzhi was immediately alarmed. Seeing that Xue Beng was about to kneel down, he quickly stepped forward to hold him back.

"Sect Leader Ning, only you can save me now!"

Avalanche, with snot and tears streaming down her face, looked utterly pathetic: "You know I had no interest in the throne, but my elder brother has been relentlessly pressuring me, and I have no choice but to wait for my death."

"Just a few days ago, my uncle said that even Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, who had always protected him, was killed by someone hired by my good brother. I really have no other way to help me now. The only one who can help me is you!"

Good grief, what can I do to help?

Ning Fengzhi's lips twitched slightly: "You may be overthinking things, Fourth Prince. Qinghe may not be as bad as you imagine. Also, you should avoid associating with Prince Xuexing."

"While the death of Poison Douluo is regrettable, it wasn't His Highness who did it. Rather, it was the Pope of the Spirit Hall who used a Spirit Fusion Technique to kill him."

"If anyone is to blame, it's the Spirit Hall."

While smiling as he spoke, Ning Fengzhi cursed inwardly.

It was clearly us who were misled by that so-called useless master and went to cause trouble for the Spirit Hall, which led to our losses. How could we blame Xue Qinghe?

Do you really think that the future emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, or the current crown prince, is still from the Spirit Hall's side?

Is that a tumor on your neck that hasn't fully developed yet?

"Sect Leader Ning, it's me..."

Avalanche took a deep breath, about to say something, but was stopped by a guard in a black robe beside him, so he reluctantly shut his mouth and wiped away a few tears that fell.

"Sect Leader Ning, my father said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always been a pillar of the empire, so you will definitely help me, right?"

I'll help you?

How can I help you?

Ning Fengzhi said somewhat helplessly, "If Your Highness needs help, I am happy to oblige. Just tell me, whether it's gold soul coins or soul bones, as long as it's not too outrageous, I will try my best to provide it."

"This might be a little difficult."

The avalanche stopped crying and looked at him expectantly, but suddenly became a little shy.

Ning Fengzhi sighed: "Please go ahead."

"I wish to propose to your daughter, Ning Rongrong?"

Silence, deathly silence.

Ning Fengzhi stared at him for a long time, until Xue Beng felt a little embarrassed and his smile almost froze. Only then did he force a smile and speak.

"I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say you wanted?"

(End of this chapter)