Chapter 263: It Was All Done by Spirit Hall
News shook the entire Douluo Continent: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been massacred. Apart from Liu Erlong, not a single disciple survived. That meant the clan that had shone brilliantly in the spirit master world for centuries—producing countless renowned experts, and possessing the number one beast spirit, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—had now become mere history.
Just when the spirit master world assumed the culprit to be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—after all, it wasn't long ago that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had clashed with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and had also secretly killed their Title Douluo candidates, Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin—another piece of news broke, shaking the entire continent. The destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan wasn't wrought by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, which had indeed once fought them, nor by the Clear Sky Clan, which had grudges of its own against them, but by Spirit Hall, with which the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had never had any serious enmity. The only survivor, Liu Erlong, testified to this fact personally.
In the Spirit Temple—nearest to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory—Platinum Bishop Salas, who received the news first, was stunned. Though he wasn't part of the core power in Spirit Hall, he was still the highest-ranking Platinum Bishop under the Elders. If Spirit Hall had really dispatched forces to wipe out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, why had he heard nothing about it?
"Bishop Salas, this is bad. The palace guards of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family have surrounded the Spirit Temple. Outside, there's a large gathering of citizens and spirit masters, all demanding an explanation from Spirit Hall."
Salas fell silent. He was the Platinum Bishop under Heaven Dou Empire, standing above tens of thousands, yet for the first time he felt helpless, distrusted. Liu Erlong had declared that Spirit Hall was the murderer; for her to say so meant it had to be true. But Salas had received no communication or orders from Spirit Hall about it at all.
"Seal the Spirit Temple for now. We'll wait for an official statement from Spirit Hall."
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"So Spirit Hall really took action. Everything Rongrong said was true."
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked grim. Bone Douluo had aged visibly due to Gu Chen's spirit being shattered and turning him into a cripple. What little hair he had left had now completely fallen out.
Ning Fengzhi's face betrayed deep concern. After the battle with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, two-thirds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had been destroyed, and Gu Chen—their best hope of cultivating a Title Douluo—had both of his spirits shattered, leaving him ruined. Worse still, Ning Fengzhi had yet to discover which member of his clan was actually responsible for killing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Title Douluo candidates. He himself looked at least ten years older, his once-black hair now shot through with white, worry etched across his features.
Ning Fengzhi knew of the other "world" Ning Rongrong had mentioned. He understood too well how terrifying the true power of Spirit Hall really was. The force that attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan before amounted to less than thirty percent of Spirit Hall's overall might. Without Tang San's hidden weapons to rely on, if Spirit Hall launched another assault, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan could truly be wiped out.
"Uncle Bone, do your best to recall all disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan who are out roaming the world. Uncle Sword, we'll head to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace as soon as possible, to request that Emperor Xue Ye deploy his troops to garrison our clan. No matter how bold Spirit Hall is, they won't risk turning the entire Heaven Dou Empire into an enemy just yet."
Sword Douluo said gravely, "But according to what Rongrong says, Spirit Hall will eventually establish the Spirit Empire and go to war against the two great empires, with the intention of dominating the Douluo Continent."
Ning Fengzhi frowned, explaining calmly, "From what Rongrong described, there's still a decade until that point in time. In that other world, Spirit Hall not only recruited the new Seven Great Sects; it took in nearly eighty percent of the spirit masters on the continent, plus tens of thousands of soldiers from several principalities under the Heaven Dou Empire. However, my guess is that the Spirit Empire only dared to go to war with the two great empires because Qian Renxue was on the verge of becoming a god."
"From the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament, where Qian Renxue absorbed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and revealed her talents, I'd say she probably needs another three years or so to become a god. At this stage, with army forces stationed here, Spirit Hall likely won't dare make a move on us."
He sighed. The future looked bleak. He had hoped that without outward expansion from Spirit Hall, the spirit master world would remain muddled, void of such grand ambitions. Yet now events had changed drastically—and even ahead of schedule by about ten years.
Still, Ning Fengzhi had a backup plan: in the worst case, he would consider joining Spirit Hall. Based on what Qian Xunji had done with Bibi Dong, as well as certain words he'd once spoken at a Clear Sky Clan gathering twelve years ago, Ning Fengzhi guessed that the reborn Qian Xunji was not a bloodthirsty tyrant but someone who had transformed from foolishness into a master schemer in the shadows.
"There's no time to waste, Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone. We must act at once."
Clear Sky Clan. In the main hall of the sect, a conference was underway.
Tang Xiao sat in the seat of honor and spoke in a deep voice: "Uncles, you must all know by now that Spirit Hall has revealed its wolfish ambition to unite the continent."
The six elders of Clear Sky were still reeling from the explosive news—never having imagined that Tang San, the one they viewed as a disgrace to the clan (worthless except for his twin spirits), actually possessed the potential to become a god.
"Grandfather is trapped in the Slaughter City. Uncle Hao had an arm and a leg cut off by Qian Xunji, leaving him with cultivation only at rank 73. We cannot awaken Grandfather to take charge. The only course of action is to send some of our disciples to receive the benefits Grandfather left behind."
"As for Yuehua, I'm also sending her to Spirit Hall, hoping Qian Xunji will show mercy on our Clear Sky Clan because of her."
The elders all wore sullen expressions. Since when had the Clear Sky Clan needed a woman's influence for protection?
Tang Lie, who'd lost an arm to Qian Xunji and been stuck at rank 86 ever since, ground his teeth in hatred of Qian Xunji and Spirit Hall. He slammed a stone table so hard it shattered into pieces.
"Seventh Uncle, I understand your anger, but there's no other way. Spirit Hall's hidden might is just too formidable, and our Clear Sky Clan now is nowhere near as strong as it was in that other world," Tang Xiao said.
Tang Lie demanded, "Where is that bastard Tang San now, anyway, Clan Leader? You said the brat supposedly has the potential to become a god!"
Tang Xiao felt a flicker of anger at Tang Lie's choice of words but let it go. "Xiao San has already headed to the Slaughter City. Once he comes out of there, he'll obtain the Deathgod Domain. Then he'll go on to Sea God Island to take the Sea God's Trials. When he inherits the Sea God's divinity, that will be the day our Clear Sky Clan rises again!"
The second elder frowned and asked, "Clan Leader, the Tang San of this world isn't as strong as the Tang San of that world. Can he really still become a god?"
Tang Xiao answered firmly, "I believe he can. In that other world, he even achieved an unprecedented dual divinity. We must have faith in Xiao San. Let's not demean ourselves or inflate others' prestige. If we, his elders and kin, don't believe in him, that's tantamount to the Clear Sky Clan giving up hope and willingly bowing before Spirit Hall."
Several days later, the news finally reached Spirit Hall itself.
Inside the great hall of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji heard about it and the single lock of gold in his hair turned white again. A tearful expression, more miserable than if he had merely been frowning, crossed his face. Burying his head in Ah Yin's ample chest, he lamented, "Ah Yin, someone's slandering me!"
Believing him truly sorrowful, Ah Yin held his head tenderly against her, her face burning with fury at Liu Erlong for defaming Spirit Hall. In Ah Yin's eyes, Qian Xunji was always upright and benevolent, magnanimous and caring, ingenious and selfless—a perfect paragon of virtue, fatherhood, husbandry, and manhood in every way, albeit not the perfect son.
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