Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

When he saw Xia Shi walk in, a fleeting hint of embarrassment crossed his face, but he quickly regained his usual arrogant expression, straightened his collar, and cleared his throat.

"what's up?"

Xia Shi stepped forward and handed over the registration form with both hands. He spoke respectfully and cautiously, saying, "Bishop, there are quite a few talented soul masters who have come to the Spirit Hall to register for the Soul Master Competition today. I have compiled a list, and there are a few people who are particularly noteworthy. I have come to report this to you."

Salas took the registration form, leaned back lazily in his chair, and casually glanced at the paper.

But as he looked at it, his expression gradually became serious, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft tapping sound.

Shrek Academy...

Bishop Salas read in a low voice, his tone neither hurried nor slow.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ma Hongjun..."

His gaze lingered on the names Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing for a moment, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"The Netherworld White Tiger of the Star Luo Empire... Interesting."

"These two came to Tiandou to study, Xingluo probably knows that too."

Then, Salas turned his gaze to Tang San's name, tapped his finger lightly on the paper, and said, "Surname Tang... I wonder if it has anything to do with the Clear Sky Sect."

Chapter 323 Platinum Bishop

"Tang Hao caused quite a stir back then."

"However, it's a pity that, for some reason, the Pope (Bibi Dong) has not ordered a search for Tang Hao's whereabouts all these years."

"If this Tang San really has something to do with the Clear Sky Sect, then things will get interesting."

When Salas turned to Oscar's page, he raised an eyebrow slightly and exclaimed in surprise, "A food-type Soul Master with innate full Soul Power?"

"This is quite a rare item."

"Food-type Soul Masters are already rare, and those with innate full Soul Power are even rarer."

He continued flipping through the pages, his gaze landing on the page about the Divine Wind Academy.

“Feng Xiaotian… let’s forget about him. He’s Feng Qingcang’s son, we can’t touch him.”

“Wang Teng…”

Salas's voice trailed off, and his eyes grew deeper.

"At only fourteen years old, he has already cultivated to level thirty-nine with innate soul power at level five?"

"This cultivation speed... is it due to a mutation in the martial soul, or some other fortuitous encounter?"

Salas closed the registration form, shut his eyes, and tapped his fingers absently on the armrest, as if deep in thought.

The office remained quiet for a long time, with only the occasional crackling sound of the candlelight on the wall.

Xia Shi stood to the side with his hands at his sides, not daring to breathe, patiently waiting.

After a long while, Salas slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Xia Shi, and said in a low voice, "Let's gather some intelligence first, especially about that Tang San. Investigate carefully whether he has any connection with the Clear Sky Sect."

"Let's see if we can secretly recruit that food-type Soul Master named Oscar into our Spirit Hall."

"It's such a waste to leave a food-type Soul Master with innate full Soul Power out there."

Saraston paused for a moment, then continued, "We don't need to worry about Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing. The Star Luo Empire isn't someone to be trifled with."

"Besides, it's uncertain whether the two of them will even make it through this year."

"I remember that Davis and Zhu Zhuyun from Xingluo are also participating in this competition. It will be quite a show to watch then."

"Let's forget about Ning Rongrong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Now is not the time to start a war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Who knows if that little girl has someone secretly protecting her? Making a move rashly will only alert her."

Salas tapped his fingers on the armrest twice more and continued, "Ma Hongjun... mutated martial soul, try to win him over privately first, it would be best if we could get him over."

"If that doesn't work, then find an opportunity to get rid of him without anyone noticing, so that he doesn't fall into the hands of other forces."

At this point, Salas lowered his voice and a lewd smile crept onto his lips.

"As for that Xiao Wu... hehe, she has innate full soul power, a rare and promising talent."

"Find a chance to catch him alone and bring him back to me alive."

"Remember, it must be alive, delivered to me intact."

Xia Shi's heart skipped a beat, but he dared not show the slightest change in expression. He simply lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

"Let's forget about Feng Xiaotian from Shenfeng Academy. He's Feng Qingcang's son, and messing with him would cause too much trouble."

Salas continued, "Besides gathering intelligence, find an opportunity to test that Wang Teng. See if his rapid cultivation is due to a mutated martial soul, or if he has some other trick up his sleeve."

"At fourteen years old and at level thirty-nine, that speed... is quite interesting."

Xia Shi noted everything down, and only after Salas finished speaking did he cautiously begin, "Bishop, then I shall go ahead..."

"and many more."

Salas suddenly interrupted him.

Xia Shi paused, a sudden tightness gripping his heart, and quickly turned around.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Bishop Salas's voice suddenly turned somber, his gaze fixed on Xia Shi as if scrutinizing something, and he said, "What did you hear while you were standing outside the door?"

Xia Shi felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

He quickly lowered his head, trying to keep his voice steady: "Just now? I didn't hear anything just now."

"I was just waiting outside the door and didn't notice any noise."

Salas stared at Xia Shi for a few seconds, his gaze as cold as a snake.

At that moment, Xia Shi felt that gaze was like a knife scraping against his body, and his undershirt was soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his body.

"Humph."

Salas finally withdrew his gaze and gave a faint hum: "Let's go."

"Yes, I'll take my leave."

Xia Shi bowed and left the office, gently closing the door behind him before letting out a long sigh of relief.

He turned and walked back down the corridor, his pace much faster than when he came, until he turned a corner and made sure he was far enough away from the office before he finally relaxed.

Xia Shi reached up and touched his back; his clothes were soaked with cold sweat and clung to his body, feeling icy cold.

"That old lecher."

He cursed inwardly, but dared not show any expression on his face. He simply quickened his pace and hurriedly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The Qibao Auction House has always been known for its elegant decor. Unlike the Spirit Hall, which is resplendent with gold and jade, it has a profound sense of nobility that permeates every detail.

Wang Teng followed the waiter through several corridors and was eventually led to the door of a secluded private room.

The waiter knocked gently on the door, and after receiving permission, bowed and stepped back. Wang Teng pushed the door open and entered.

The private room was not large, but it was decorated with great care.

A mahogany square table was placed by the window, the aroma of tea wafting from it. Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the main seat, holding a cup of tea in his hands, looking relaxed.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat upright, dressed in white as snow. Although he was old, the sharp sword intent between his brows had not diminished at all, as if he could draw his sword at any moment.

"You're here? Please have a seat."

Ning Fengzhi raised his hand, gesturing for Wang Teng to sit down opposite him.

Wang Teng sat down as instructed, and the three of them sat facing each other, the aroma of tea slowly wafting between them.

"Hey kid, Rongrong's at Shrek Academy, and you're going to participate in the Soul Master Competition, so why did you join some Divine Wind Academy?"

Sword Douluo spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of doubt and a touch of teasing.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then his gaze swept over the teacup, landing on Wang Teng's face.

Wang Teng had already prepared his explanation, and upon hearing this, he smiled casually, his expression revealing no flaw.

"Hehe, Grandpa Jian, it's quite a coincidence."

"I ran into Feng Xiaotian on the road. I never expected that we would form a martial soul fusion technique."

"He kept trying to win me over, and I was so confused that I ended up joining him in the Soul Master Competition."

Wang Teng spoke casually, attributing all the blame to Feng Xiaotian.

He couldn't talk about his entanglements with Zhu Zhuqing, let alone mention his conflict with Dai Mubai.

These things would only cause trouble if discussed, so it's better to just leave them at that.

Chapter 324 The Arrangements of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School

"Soul Fusion Technique?"

Sword Douluo's brow twitched slightly, and he glanced at Wang Teng with some surprise, asking, "You and that kid from the Feng family can actually use a Martial Soul Fusion Technique?"

"It must be because Feng Xiaotian's martial soul is special, and he also has a mutated martial soul like me,"

Wang Teng responded with a slurred nod.

Ning Fengzhi had been listening quietly until he put down his teacup, gently waved his hand, and interrupted the Sword Douluo who wanted to continue asking questions.

"Alright, Uncle Jian, these are all minor matters."

Ning Fengzhi's tone was gentle, yet carried an undeniable weight.

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo stopped asking questions, simply picked up his teacup, took another sip, and leaned back in his chair, looking as if to say whatever they wanted.

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and looked at Wang Teng, saying, "Since you want to participate in the Soul Master Competition, I can't stop you."

"However, this will definitely expose your strength and the problem with your spirit rings on the field."

"After being exposed, did you ever consider that you would be feared and suppressed by other forces?"

Ning Fengzhi's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet every word was substantial.

Wang Teng knew that Ning Fengzhi was reminding him and testing whether he had thought through the consequences.