Chapter 232: Storm
"It seems Sect Master Yu has heard of me."
Mo Hui nodded calmly.
By now, his name was well known across the Douluo Continent, so it wasn't surprising. The only thing difficult to accept was associating his name with the legendary genius from the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition.
After all, becoming a Titled Douluo before the age of twenty was so unimaginable that few dared to believe it. Even Mo Hui himself hadn't expected his cultivation to advance so quickly.
Originally, he thought he'd reach at most the Soul Sage level. Even Soul Douluo seemed distant—Titled Douluo wasn't even a consideration.
"A peerless genius of the younger generation? Of course I've heard of you. But clearly, people still underestimate you."
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flickered as he observed Mo Hui.
Mo Hui hadn't concealed his aura, so Yu Yuanzhen easily sensed that Mo Hui's cultivation exceeded his own. As a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, there were only a handful stronger than him in the entire continent. Yet this young man before him had already surpassed him—it was hard not to feel shaken.
Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help but feel a trace of greed. However, it vanished quickly.
Had Mo Hui still been below the Titled Douluo level, Yu Yuanzhen might have taken action. After all, a man is guilty of harboring treasure. But now that Mo Hui had become a Titled Douluo himself, he clearly deserved such power.
In this world, the same opportunity in the hands of the strong and the weak yields completely different outcomes.
Mo Hui smiled faintly. "You're not bad either. Judging by your aura, it won't be long before you reach level ninety-six."
Yu Yuanzhen sighed at his words. "If only it were that simple. Though I've reached the threshold, I may never cross it."
Then, as if changing the subject, he asked, "By the way, what is your title?"
"..."
Mo Hui was stunned. He hadn't thought about that at all.
What should I call myself as a Douluo? Pidgeot Douluo? But I don't use a martial spirit now... Wind and Water?
He frowned slightly and began to ponder.
On the Douluo Continent, after reaching the Titled Douluo level, one is supposed to go to Spirit Hall's Douluo Hall for certification and receive a formal title. This was the traditional process.
Once certified, Spirit Hall would announce the title and reward the individual with treasures and honors.
But now that Spirit Hall controlled Douluo Hall, Mo Hui had no interest in going. He also didn't care for formal titles—he would name himself.
After all, strength spoke louder than any title. If one had the power, no one would question it.
After a moment's thought, Mo Hui said, "Call me... Storm."
"Storm" represented more than just wind. It encompassed both wind and rain, a fitting name for Mo Hui's current spirit path.
Yu Yuanzhen nodded. "Very well, Storm Douluo. You said you came here to find something. May I ask what that is? Perhaps our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can assist you."
"I don't know the exact object, but I can sense its location."
Mo Hui closed his eyes, resonated with the Wind God Bow on his back, and quickly identified the artifact's location. He pointed ahead. "It's there."
Yu Yuanzhen followed Mo Hui's finger and was shocked—it pointed directly at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's treasury!
"That is our treasury. So what you seek is inside..."
He hesitated, but then said, "Still, I can decide this. As long as it's not something crucial to our clan's survival, I'll allow it. But surely you don't expect to take it for free?"
"How many Gold Soul Coins do you want?" Mo Hui raised an eyebrow.
Yu Yuanzhen shook his head. "At our level, Gold Soul Coins are meaningless."
"Then what do you want?" Mo Hui asked coolly, already preparing to retaliate if Yu Yuanzhen dared to demand too much.
"I have two conditions, and I hope Storm Douluo can agree."
"Let's hear them."
Seeing that Mo Hui had no intention of using force, Yu Yuanzhen relaxed and explained, "First, I hope you can help one of my juniors obtain his ninth soul ring."
He added quickly, "Of course, this treasure in the treasury is just a deposit. Later, the clan will provide further rewards."
"You're planning to aim for a 100,000-year soul ring, aren't you?" Mo Hui asked, glancing at him.
Yu Yuanzhen nodded. "Exactly. If you and I—two Titled Douluo above level ninety-five—combine our strength with some elite spirit masters, we'll have a real chance."
He was right. A hundred-thousand-year soul beast was formidable and risky to hunt, even for a Titled Douluo. But with Mo Hui, their chances improved dramatically.
"And your second condition?" Mo Hui asked.
"I hope you can share some tips about cultivating a disembodied beast spirit."
As Yu Xiaogang's father, Yu Yuanzhen had paid close attention to Mo Hui. He had long known that Mo Hui's spirit had evolved from a low-grade variant sparrow to a divine beast-like form.
From a weak spirit with level three innate power, Mo Hui had transformed it into the Pidgeot, now no weaker than top-tier beast spirits. This evolution fascinated him.
If the same could be done for Luo Sanpao, then even if Yu Xiaogang couldn't become powerful, at least he wouldn't bring shame to their clan.
For the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the three great sects, it was a disgrace that the clan leader's son was known as a failure.
"So your second condition... is for your son, Yu Xiaogang, isn't it? That means you've finally decided to accept him again."
Mo Hui spoke without hesitation.
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