Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

His tone carried a hint of temptation, as if to say that as long as you work hard, you can obtain this supreme treasure.

"I can guarantee that," Nangong Wan's voice became serious, "that as long as you win today's match, we will honor this generous reward on the spot, and we will never go back on our word."

His gaze was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"So, you all have to work hard," Nangong Wan said finally, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

As he spoke, Nangong Wan waved his sleeve, and the box closed again, concealing the frenzied killing intent within.

The four of them, Han Yu, were finally able to breathe more easily.

However, Merck's gaze towards him was filled with resentment.

His previous loss to Han Yu had cost him the chance to win the fixed-position soul-guided cannonball, and he had even lost his Dark Azure Dragon engraving knife.

Han Yu didn't care about his gaze at all. At this moment, his heart had calmed down, and his eyes had become clear again.

Even Yuan Gungun behind him was still in a state of excitement.

"Young man, keep it up," Nangong Wan said with a smile. But as he said this, his gaze remained fixed on Han Yu.

When he saw that Han Yu's eyes had become clear again, he was slightly taken aback, but immediately nodded to him.

"Set off!"

With a wave of his hand, Nangong Wan and the Third Elder walked in front, followed by Han Yu and the other three, surrounded by the burly men in black.

The level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell was naturally not to be carried by these people, but was directly put into the storage soul-guided device by the Third Elder.

After leaving the Qingse Hotel, we headed straight for the western suburbs.

Han Yu's mind was as calm as a still lake, without a ripple as she looked at the upcoming competition venue.

He knew that the quality of the competition venue did not determine the final outcome; only his own strength was the key to victory.

At this moment, he had his eyes slightly closed, his eyelids lowered, obscuring his deep eyes. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all distracting thoughts from his body.

His breathing was long and steady, and he seemed like an old monk in deep meditation, exuding a peaceful and serene aura.

Yuan Gungun didn't fully wake up from her sleep until she stepped out of the hotel and breathed in the crisp air.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the lingering sleepiness in his mind. His face showed obvious fatigue, and there was still a trace of drowsiness in the corners of his eyes.

Huang Zheng was in a similar state to Yuan Gungun; clearly, their indulgence the previous night had left them both somewhat listless. Merck, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in his own world, his eyes sinister, his face grim, like the dark clouds before a storm, oppressive and suffocating.

The Qingse Hotel is located in the bustling city center of Mingdu, while the competition venue is located in the remote western suburbs. The two are far apart, and walking there is obviously impractical.

At the hotel entrance, a row of luxuriously decorated carriages had been waiting for a long time. Each carriage was pulled by four tall and strong horned horses, showing the owner's noble status.

These wildebeests have glossy coats, well-developed muscles, and exhale white mist with their breaths; they are clearly fine horses that have been carefully selected and trained.

Han Yu, Yuan Gun Gun, and Huang Zheng rode in one carriage, while Nangong Wan, the Third Elder, and Mo Ke rode in another. The remaining men in black loaded various precious and rare metal materials into other, simpler carriages and took their seats.

With a command, the procession of over a hundred people headed towards the western suburbs. Inside the spacious and comfortable carriage, Nangong Wan, the Third Elder, and Moke sat facing each other.

"Master, have you really decided to give the Level 9 Fixed-Position Soul-Guided Cannonball as the prize for this competition?"

Merck lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undisguised resentment and unwillingness. Hearing Merck's words, the Third Elder frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Shut up! When did it become your place to interrupt?"

He rebuked sternly, his tone filled with unquestionable authority.

Although Merck was filled with resentment and unwillingness, he obediently shut his mouth in the face of the teacher's reprimand.

He knew his teacher's temper all too well; he was notoriously irritable and easily angered, and the slightest mistake could provoke his wrath.

Back then, there was a senior brother who questioned the teacher's teachings during cultivation. The enraged teacher smashed his head with a single palm strike and killed him on the spot.

The Third Elder turned his gaze to Nangong Wan opposite him and asked respectfully, "Second Brother, what do you think?"

Nangong Wan didn't speak, but simply closed his eyes slightly, a faint silver-gray light flashing deep within them.

In an instant, the entire interior of the carriage seemed to be enveloped by this silvery-gray light, and the originally dim carriage suddenly became bright.

"This kid is interesting."

After a moment, Nangong Wan slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Faced with such a huge temptation, he was able to quickly regain his composure after a brief shock. This kind of composure is not something that ordinary people can possess."

"Our guess should be correct; he is probably a demonic soul master who leans towards mental summoning abilities."

The Third Elder spoke with certainty and a hint of certainty, "However, he may not necessarily be a citizen of the Sun Moon Empire."

He paused, a profound look flashing in his eyes, "After all, with the capabilities of our Holy Spirit Church, we have been searching for talent for many years. If we discover such talent, it's impossible not to recruit him."

The Third Elder smiled slightly, turned to Nangong Wan, and said, "This lad is indeed remarkable, gifted with extraordinary talent and boundless potential."

After this competition, we should give him a generous reward to commend him. From now on, I will impart all my knowledge and skills to him.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan burst into laughter and said, "Third brother, don't try that. You want to steal my apprentice? I had my eye on this kid first!"

His spiritual summoning ability is a perfect match for my martial soul; they are simply a match made in heaven, master and disciple!

With a hint of pride in his voice, Nangong Wan continued, "You already have so many disciples, each one a prodigy, while I still don't have a single direct disciple who can inherit my mantle."

"I've already spoken to the vice-leader. This competition is a further test for him. I intend to take him as my personal disciple and impart all my knowledge to him, so that he can become a grandmaster!"

He said firmly and without room for doubt, "Otherwise, why do you think I would ask the Vice Sect Leader to come forward and go to great lengths to obtain this powerful Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell?"

I've invested so much, not so you could try and steal my people from me!

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder couldn't help but snort and said, "Second Brother, you can't say that."

Don't forget, he's not just a powerful Soul Master, but also a rare Soul Master genius!

"Look at his young age, no more than twenty-four or twenty-five, yet he already possesses the strength of a sixth-level Soul Master. Such talent is simply unheard of!"

The Third Elder continued, his voice tinged with excitement, "If we nurture him properly, it's almost certain that he'll become a level nine Soul Master in time!"

Have you forgotten? The leader once said that the future belongs to Soul Masters! While his Soul Master cultivation is certainly not weak, he cannot give up cultivating Soul Tools either!

"Wouldn't it be better if the two of us brothers taught him together, allowing him to progress on both the paths of Soul Master and Soul Instructor simultaneously?"

Knowing his straightforward personality, he knew he couldn't compete with his shrewd and worldly second brother for disciples, so he decided to settle for second best and proposed joint instruction.

After listening to the Third Elder's suggestion, Nangong Wan pondered for a moment and slowly said, "What you said is not without reason. Joint teaching may allow him to grow up faster."

However, he can only be my personal disciple, that much is certain. If you are willing to teach him some knowledge and skills related to Soul Mastery, I would naturally welcome it.

He paused, a hint of concern in his voice, and said, "However, it also depends on whether he has the will and energy to do so."

After all, you can't have your cake and eat it too; both Soul Masters and Soul Instructors need to spend a lot of time and energy on their cultivation.

Although Soul Masters will become the mainstream in the future, at least for now, Soul Masters are still stronger than Soul Masters.

With a touch of emotion in his voice, Nangong Wan said, "I've noticed that many academies have now realized the importance of combining Soul Masters and Soul Tools, and have begun to consciously cultivate this kind of multi-talented individuals."

In the future, the line between Soul Masters and Soul Instructors may become increasingly blurred. Only by perfectly combining the two can one remain invincible in future battles.

The Third Elder glanced at Nangong Wan and said irritably, "Second Brother, you've really got a good plan!"

"You want me to teach him cultivation so you can take him as your personal disciple? That's quite a scheme! Hmph!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan laughed heartily, patted the Third Elder on the shoulder, and said with a laugh, "Alright, alright, Third Brother, you have to understand Second Brother's feelings."

As you know, my lineage has been lacking a disciple with exceptional talent. It's not easy to find such a promising talent as Merck, so naturally I..."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Merck and said gently, "Merk, don't worry. As long as you learn diligently from the Third Elder and improve your strength, you will naturally inherit the mantle of my lineage in the future."

Upon hearing Nangong Wan's words, Moke's face immediately lit up with joy. He quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Nangong Wan, and respectfully said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Uncle. I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations!"

Nangong Wan nodded with satisfaction, gestured for Moke to sit down, and then continued, "Once you formally become my disciple, the Dark Azure Dragon will naturally be returned to its rightful owner."

Upon hearing this, Merck's face lit up with even greater joy, as if he could already see himself wielding the Dark Azure Dragon and commanding all the heroes in a majestic scene.

However, Nangong Wan's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the flames burning in his heart.

Nangong Wan looked at Moke, his brows furrowing slightly, and said in a serious tone, "However, even if the Dark Azure Dragon were to return, you would not have the right to possess it for the time being."

You're a good child in every way, but you're too impetuous. You need to work on yourself for a few more years and calm your mind.

"When you go back this time, you'll go to the rear and be in charge of making soul tools."

Merck's initial elation plummeted. He froze for a moment, his face turning ashen. His gaze involuntarily fell upon the Third Elder, and he pleaded in a low voice, "Teacher..."

The Third Elder snorted coldly and said sternly, "Second Uncle-Master is giving you a chance! If you follow my lead, you'll lose the Dark Azure Dragon this time, hmph!"

The Third Elder didn't continue, but his cold snort was full of warning and threat. Merk was immediately too frightened to speak, and could only lower his head, silently enduring the criticism from his teacher.

Pulled by wildebeest, the carriage sped away and soon left Mingdu.

As the leader of the three major underground forces, the Xishui Alliance naturally wouldn't care about something like riding horses in the lottery market.

They drove recklessly along the way. Ordinary people would avoid them at all costs if they saw the markings on their carriages.

Han Yu kept his eyes closed and remained silent, as did Yuan Gungun, who sat beside him. Huang Zheng glanced at the two of them but also didn't say anything.

Compared to the other carriage, their side was much quieter.

In addition, the carriage had excellent shock absorption and sound insulation, so there was hardly any noise coming out.

However, beneath the calm surface, is Han Yu really that calm?

On the surface, Han Yu remained calm, as if her heart was at peace.

However, the reality was quite the opposite; his inner world was in turmoil.

Han Yu was concentrating on enhancing her mental strength, and her consciousness entered a vast and boundless sea of ​​spirit.

In this strange space, the surging waves roll endlessly, presenting a peculiar sight—the seawater is actually interwoven with gold and silver colors!

This is a spectacle that occurred after Han Yu completed the second awakening of his martial soul, symbolizing a huge improvement in his spiritual power.

Each surge of the golden and silver seawater creates towering waves that linger briefly in the air before slowly dissipating, as if time itself has frozen.

Looking out, huge whirlpools appear from time to time on the boundless sea. These whirlpools are also gold and silver in color, and they emit a powerful suction force as they rotate.

Above the Sea of ​​Spirit, a huge white sphere of light floated, emitting a soft glow. This sphere was not a perfect sphere, but rather slightly elliptical, like a giant egg nurturing life, emitting a light that flickered, as if it contained boundless vitality.

Within this strange sea of ​​spirit, several figures floated silently. Leading the way was the Ice Emperor, still in its Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion form, but its size had become enormous, reaching a hundred zhang in length. (End of Chapter)