Chapter 263: Congratulations, Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Inside the hall, Yu Yuanzhen, pondering the news, called to his hands.
A moment later, Yu Yuanzhen called to the clan members outside, saying, "Call Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng."
"Yes, Clan Leader!"
Soon, Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng arrived.
Entering, they immediately knelt on one knee and asked, "I wonder why the Clan Leader has summoned us?"
Yu Yuanzhen gazed at the two before him with a look of satisfaction. These two were the two most outstanding individuals in their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Tianheng, at the age of twenty-seven, had reached level fifty-six, a remarkable feat. If he hadn't met Yu Tianxin, he would have been the clan's most dazzling talent.
Unfortunately, compared to Yu Tianxin, who had reached level sixty-four before the age of twenty-six, Yu Tianheng was still a bit weaker.
After a moment of gathering his thoughts, Yu Yuanzhen addressed the two before him, saying, "I'm going to meet a senior. You two will stay with me."
"Yes!"
The two, though somewhat hesitant, agreed.
Yu Yuanzhen smiled faintly, saying, "Don't worry, you both know that senior, but you'll definitely be shocked when you meet him."
Yu Yuanzhen's words left them both perplexed. A senior they both knew? Who exactly was this?
Before long, every faction with even a modicum of power across the continent knew of the emergence of a faction called Storm Pavilion, and the presence of a powerful spirit master who appeared to be a Titled Douluo.
The only exception was the Clear Sky Sect.
Because they had sealed off their sect, news of the outside world arrived only with convoys of supplies. The next convoy was ten days away.
A few days later, representatives from all the major factions gathered before Storm Pavilion, with the Divine Wind Academy, led by Feng Qingcang, hosting them.
At the very top of the Wind God Tree, inside Mo Hui's room.
"Mo Hui, these are the gifts from those people. Feng Yi has already sorted them out. Take a look,"
Feng Qingcang said, placing a thick booklet on the table in front of Mo Hui.
"Thank you very much,"
Mo Hui nodded, then picked up the thick booklet and began to flip through it.
After briefly browsing, however, a look of surprise crossed Mo Hui's eyes. "How could these people be so generous?"
The gifts in the booklet ranged from a few hundred thousand gold soul coins at the lowest level to tens or even millions of gold soul coins at the highest.
Mo Hui even spotted soul bones among them, and not just thousand-year soul bones, but also ten-thousand-year soul bones.
The Spirit Hall presented a ten-thousand-year left leg bone, the soul beast of which was a fifteen-thousand-year-old Wind Chaser Eagle. Mo Hui had no doubt that they had specially selected it.
Besides the Spirit Hall, a woman named Hei Youli also presented him with a ten-thousand-year soul bone.
This puzzled Mo Hui. The Spirit Hall was, after all, the continent's preeminent power, while Hei Youli was merely a Soul Sage, and a mere human at that. Yet, she was willing to give away a ten-thousand-year soul bone. Her motive was unclear.
Furthermore, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect hadn't gifted Mo Hui a ten-thousand-year soul bone, they had given him several thousand-year soul bones. Combined with the scattered thousand-year soul bones donated by other factions, Mo Hui now had a complete set of soul bones.
The eighth Sea God test only required obtaining all soul bones; it didn't specify a specific age. The age of a soul bone only affected the difficulty of the subsequent upgrade to a divine-level soul bone.
The younger the soul bone, the greater the pain Mo Hui would experience when it was upgraded to a divine-level soul bone by divine power.
But pain was nothing to Mo Hui. He'd even experienced the pain of the Datong Wind, let alone the pain of upgrading his spirit bones.
Meanwhile, on the way back, Ju Douluo asked Bibi Dong, somewhat puzzled, "Pope, do we really need to send Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bones? Wouldn't that be aiding the enemy?" He watched helplessly as Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bones slipped away from the Spirit Hall, and he still didn't have a single one. How could he not be depressed?
Bibi Dong simply glanced at him and said, "Then what else do you think Mo Hui needs? And a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone is nothing more than a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Bone; it won't be much of an aid to the enemy. Do you think the Angel God has an Angel Set, but the Sea God doesn't have a Sea God Set?"
"This..."
Ju Douluo hesitated, for he truly didn't know whether Sea God Island had a Sea God Set.
Just when Ju Douluo was hesitating, Bibi Dong curled up the corners of her mouth and said, "Besides, it would be even better if he absorbed the soul bone of the Wind Chasing Eagle! With such a young soul bone, the pain he will endure when he completes the final test will be even more severe."
In the Storm Pavilion, Mo Hui summoned the female spirit master named Hei Youli and said, "You actually gave me a ten-thousand-year soul bone this time. There must be something wrong?"
After seeing Mo Hui, Hei Youli knelt down directly and said in a humble tone, "I only pray that you can forgive my previous offense. I would be very grateful if you could allow me to join the Storm Pavilion."
"Offense?"
After hearing this, Mo Hui looked at Hei Youli carefully. It took him a while to remember where he had seen her. He said, "Are you from the Flame Family?"
"I used to be. My spirit is the undead. It has the ability to confirm the life and death of spirit masters to a certain extent, as well as to recall the scenes before the death of the deceased. The Flame Family relied on my ability to lock on to you." Hei Youli replied.
After hearing Hei Youli's words, Mo Hui raised a brow slightly. This ability, confirming the life and death of spirit masters and revisiting past lives, seemed familiar.
After a moment's hesitation, Mo Hui said to Hei Youli, "You should stay in Storm Pavilion for now. I'll figure out how to arrange for you later!"
Hearing Mo Hui's words, Hei Youli knew he had already moved on from his previous assistance to the Flame Clan and quickly said, "Thank you for your generosity."
In the fields outside Notting City, a young man named Jiang Xing was diligently harvesting wheat with his spirit sickle.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xing finished harvesting the wheat and sat down on a ridge to rest.
"Why can't I possess spirit power like Brother Mo Hui?"
Jiang Xing sighed, looking at his own sickle spirit, which looked just like an ordinary sickle.
If he had innate spirit power, he could cultivate, but alas, he didn't.
"No, there must be a way to cultivate without innate spirit power in this world, I just don't know it."
Suddenly, Jiang Xing's eyes hardened. "When the busy farming season is over this year, I'll go out and find a way to cultivate. I don't believe there aren't other ways to become stronger."
Just as Jiang Xing made up his mind, the voices of two soldiers passing by suddenly rang out.
"Have you heard about the recent emergence of a new faction called Storm Pavilion? It seems to be founded by a Titled Douluo."
"That's not true. I heard there are no restrictions on one's status or strength to join this faction."
"So great? Then are you going?"
"We don't even have much spirit power, but I think I heard that if you can pass the six trials established by Storm Pavilion, you can become the Pavilion Master's personal disciple. I don't know if that's true."
Jiang Xing couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, but he clearly remembered the two soldiers' conversation.
"Six trials, a Titled Douluo's personal disciple?"
As he muttered these two words, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
The legendary Titled Douluo should be able to solve his problem of not having innate spirit power and being unable to cultivate, right?
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