Soul Land: I Am the True Grandmaster

Chapter 212: The Upheaval of the Top Three Sects · Part Two

The visitor was none other than Yu Yuanzhen. Scanning the room, his gaze settled on Ning Fengzhi. Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had an innate flaw that limited its users to level 79, Ning Fengzhi's mastery of his support type martial soul had cemented his sect's place among the top three. Yu Yuanzhen knew better than to underestimate him.

He gave a small bow. "Greetings, Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi rose and returned the gesture.

"What brings Sect Master Yu here?"

After a moment of silence, Yu Yuanzhen explained his dilemma with Yu Xiaogang and Tang Hao, finally concluding,

"I wish to form an alliance with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, to avoid falling prey to Tang Hao's harassment."

As they sat across from one another, Ning Fengzhi chuckled inwardly. Does Yu Yuanzhen take me for a fool? His idea of dragging the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into this does he think I'm naive? Perhaps he's been lulled into false security by the notion of solidarity among the top three sects. Ning Fengzhi dismissed the thought; whether Yu Yuanzhen was pretending or genuinely hoping for aid mattered little.

What did matter was that Tang Hao had reappeared in Tian Dou, and Ning Fengzhi now knew that Tang San, the boy his daughter had tried to befriend, was not only a twin martial soul user but Tang Hao's son. So that's Tang Hao's ace? he thought with a touch of disdain. Does he really think Spirit Hall will sit back and let him cause trouble?

Lost in thought, Ning Fengzhi tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of his chair, while Yu Yuanzhen waited in silence. The room was steeped in tension until suddenly, a light laugh broke the silence, causing all four men to go on high alert, summoning their martial souls.

But Ning Fengzhi, ever the quick thinker, raised his hand to halt his companions.

"Stand down, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu. We are in the presence of an esteemed guest."

Ning Fengzhi dropped to one knee in respectful salute, and Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo withdrew their martial souls, following his example with a courteous bow.

Yu Yuanzhen was stunned. He knew the identities of the three men in front of him and was speechless as he watched them show such reverence. Just then, a figure materialized in the room, closing all doors and windows to create an airtight chamber.

"Stand, Fengzhi. There's no need for such formalities," the man said, gesturing for them to rise. "A bow like the one you give to Sword Douluo will suffice."

Unbidden, Ning Fengzhi rose, though his gaze remained respectful as he looked at Ye Wen. Ye Wen, curious about Tang Hao's plans, had discreetly followed Yu Yuanzhen here. The newcomer's presence stirred an uncanny familiarity in Yu Yuanzhen's mind, and memories began to surface.

"Master Ye Wen?" he stammered.

"It's been a while, Sect Master Yu," Ye Wen replied, his gaze cool yet bearing an almost palpable pressure that made it hard for Yu Yuanzhen to breathe.

How is this possible? Yu Yuanzhen thought. What level has he reached over these past few decades? Has he been following me this whole time? The younger generation has truly become terrifying.

The calmer Ye Wen remained, the more nervous Yu Yuanzhen felt. This surreal scene threw him into turmoil.

Ye Wen took a seat, poured himself a cup of tea, and gestured.

"Everyone, please be seated. Sect Master Yu, that includes you. Let's discuss the situation."

The others promptly returned to their seats. Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi were already well acquainted with Ye Wen's presence, while Bone Douluo looked on with curious fascination; after all, a god level expert was a rarity.

Yu Yuanzhen eyed Ye Wen, torn between the urge to probe his strength and his fear of overstepping.

After a moment, Ye Wen spoke.

"Sect Master Yu, please handle Tang San's enrollment. It requires no special attention, and he'll leave once he reaches level 40. He won't impact your clan in any significant way. As for your concerns about Spirit Hall, you can set them aside Bibi Dong is also under my command." He added, with an unsettling smile, "And, of course, it would be wise not to mention that last part to anyone. I wouldn't want any harm to befall the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Ye Wen's casual words concealed monumental implications that left Yu Yuanzhen dumbfounded. Since when had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the three great sects, and Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff fallen under the sway of this neutral figure?

Yu Yuanzhen, though not a master strategist, was wise enough to piece together that only one reason could explain this power structure. Swallowing nervously, he asked in a tight voice,

"Master Ye Wen, may I ask about your cultivation level?"

Ye Wen's mouth curved in a slight smile. Speaking with intelligent people was always simpler.

"Level 113. I am the Sea God, Ye Wen."

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes went wide, his breath catching.

"Level 113…Sea God?!"

Dumbfounded, Yu Yuanzhen's mind reeled. He had assumed that at best, Ye Wen might be at level 98 like the legendary Tianxing Douluo. But to reach level 100 and become a god? He couldn't have anticipated that.

The three Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect members, already familiar with Ye Wen's power, looked at him with even deeper reverence. In just a single year, the god they followed had ascended another level. It was cause for celebration.

"Congratulations, Sea God," Ning Fengzhi said, respectfully bowing.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo followed suit.

Still seeing disbelief in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, Ye Wen summoned his soul ring. No longer displaying eleven rings as before, Ye Wen had condensed them into a single ring through the true body fusion technique. It shone brilliantly, a golden halo adorned with intricate blue waves radiating an aura unlike anything born of mere soul power. With this irrefutable proof, Yu Yuanzhen was finally convinced that Ye Wen was, indeed, the newly ascended Sea God.

Thoughts swirled in Yu Yuanzhen's mind, and with a newfound look of joy in his eyes, he dropped to one knee.

"Oh, mighty Sea God, I, Yu Yuanzhen, pledge my allegiance. Would you grant the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan the honor of becoming your vassals, so we may fight in your name?"

Ye Wen regarded Yu Yuanzhen with a measured look. Despite the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's unimpressive role in the original story, it was undoubtedly among the top clans of Douluo Continent.

"Granted."

Yu Yuanzhen's heart soared. His trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been a success beyond his wildest hopes.

Tang Hao? The Haotian Sect? They're nothing more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs before a god.

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