Having spoken, Wu Tong frowned as he sensed lingering malice from certain individuals. A terrifying aura abruptly erupted from his body.
Scorching true qi surged forth, crackling against the air like wildfire. The oppressive pressure—akin to standing at the brink of an inferno—descended equally upon all present.
Faced with this blistering, all-consuming power, even the most reluctant faction representatives had no choice but to shelve their schemes.
The crowd stared at Wu Tong in shock.
In just half a month, the once-unassuming scholar had transformed into a force of nature.
"Uncle Sword," Ning Fengzhi whispered through a sound transmission technique, "can you gauge Young Friend Wu Tong's current strength?"
The Sword Douluo's reply came swiftly: "Fengzhi, that boy now surpasses me. I sense lethal threat from him—as if he could end me effortlessly."
Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted. Such rapid growth... Is this the power of a Chosen of the Gods?
Truly terrifying.
Yet reconsidering, he relaxed. Given their rapport with Wu Tong, wasn't this advantageous?
Similar thoughts occupied Qian Renxue—Heaven Dou's crown prince in appearance, the Spirit Hall's saintess in truth.
When Wu Tong's aura, rivaling her grandfather's, crashed over her, she froze.
How?! Half a month! That's all it took for him to reach this level?!
Even for a Chosen, this is absurd!
Her mind screamed, though she harbored no fear of hostility. Their relationship was... complicated.
"Old Ghost," the Chrysanthemum Douluo transmitted, cold sweat drenching his back, "we must report this to Her Holiness. Wu Tong's strength is alarming."
He and the Ghost Douluo had radiated the most malice earlier, earning them Wu Tong's focused pressure.
"Agreed," the Ghost Douluo replied, voice taut with wariness—and envy. "With this power, his academy could threaten the Spirit Hall."
Decades of cultivation... undone by fifteen days. This is what divine favor brings?
"Unlikely," the Chrysanthemum Douluo countered. "Had he sought conflict, he wouldn't have founded an academy."
"Perhaps. But we must inform Her Holiness regardless."
Other factions similarly recalibrated their stances toward Wu Tong.
"Is this really the same scholar? His aura rivals a Titled Douluo!" —The incredulous.
"Divine Chosen get all the breaks. Unfair." —The resentful.
"I hear he's unmarried. Perhaps..." —The scheming.
...
Though inwardly turbulent, the delegates outwardly scrambled to reassure:
"Worry not, Mr. Wu Tong—such misconduct won't occur."
"We're law-abiding citizens, rest assured."
"Precisely! Strong-arm tactics? Unthinkable!"
...
Satisfied by their compliance, Wu Tong retracted his aura. The room exhaled collectively—though an awkward silence lingered.
"Relax, everyone," Wu Tong said lightly. "That outburst stemmed from... unpleasant childhood memories."
The crowd brightened with realization. Of course—Wu Tong's infamous past explained his aversion to coercion. Some even belonged to factions complicit in those events.
Note to self: Avoid certain topics around him.
Yet the atmosphere remained heavy.
Seizing Wu Tong's subtle cue, the Wind Sword Sect's envoy—Feng Yulong—cleared his throat.
"Mr. Wu Tong, might you explain this card's purpose?"
Grateful glances shot his way from others desperate to dispel the tension.
Good save.
"Channel spirit power into it," Wu Tong instructed, visibly relieved by the diversion.
As Feng Yulong complied, the jade card shimmered.
Whoosh—
Characters materialized on its back: Douluo Brand Phone.
The front glowed to life, displaying several icons labeled:
- SkyMessage- Marketplace- SpiritCam- Memo
Feng Yulong blinked. What sorcery is this?
"My years of spirit tool research yielded this," Wu Tong announced proudly. "The Spirit Tool Phone."
Ears perked up across the room. The name alone exuded sophistication.
Indeed, the Spirit Tool Phone—one of thirty-two prototypes conceived by Wisdom King.
A fusion of modern smartphone technology and spirit tool engineering, powered solely by spirit energy.
Blazing fast. Nigh-indestructible (requiring at least Spirit King-level force to damage).
Only two limitations:
No network infrastructure yet.
Prohibitively expensive materials.
Thus far, only a few hundred existed—but for now, that sufficed.
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