So what's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's real intention? Are they trying to recruit us?
Yang Wudi held the large flower in his hands, lost in thought. Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't seem like a bad idea.
But the ever-prideful Yang Wudi frowned at the thought of living under someone else's roof. That didn't sit well with him.
Chen Feng shook his head.
"No, Senior Yang. As I mentioned earlier, this visit isn't about any such recruitment. This is a private conversation between us.
The Po Clan possesses extraordinary offensive capabilities—even my grandfather often speaks highly of your martial strength. I simply didn't want to see your clan fall victim to Spirit Hall's eventual purge."
As usual, Chen Feng habitually borrowed the authority of Sword Douluo. Whether it was invoking the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or Sword Douluo himself, the credibility was far greater than relying on his name as an unknown junior.
Yang Wudi frowned in confusion.
"So the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't want us to join them, but also doesn't want us to be destroyed by Spirit Hall.
Then what is your intention?"
Chen Feng replied plainly:
"Senior Yang, we can ally."
"Alliance?" Yang Wudi's eyes lit up. That sounded quite appealing.
They wouldn't have to live under someone else's rule, yet they would gain powerful backing. Why not?
Chen Feng nodded:
"To be honest, Spirit Hall is pressuring the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect heavily as well.
So I thought—why not form an alliance and relocate together? That way, if anything happens, we can rely on each other for support."
Yang Wudi immediately raised a hand.
"Kid, I agree with that plan!"
Chen Feng smiled.
Truth be told, allying with the Po Clan had been part of his long-term plan. It would strengthen the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's defenses, and weaken Tang San's future influence—killing two birds with one stone.
As for Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's opinion, Chen Feng was confident he could persuade him. This arrangement was mutually beneficial, and Ning Fengzhi had no reason to refuse.
Yang Wudi continued:
"You said earlier this visit had two purposes. We're allies now, so just say whatever conditions you have in mind."
Chen Feng stood up.
"Senior Yang, my second reason for coming here is to recruit a teammate from the Po Clan."
"A teammate?"
"Yes. Senior, have you heard of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament?"
Yang Wudi nodded.
"Of course I've heard of it. So, you're forming a team for the competition?"
"Exactly," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"That's easy then," Yang Wudi replied. "There are a few promising youths in my clan who are around your age.
But whether they're willing to join or not depends on your strength."
"Naturally," Chen Feng answered.
He knew this was essentially a test. You couldn't just ask someone to be your teammate—they had to be convinced you were worthy.
And how do you prove that?
By fighting, of course.
Yang Wudi waved his hand with enthusiasm.
"Let's go to the training grounds!"
With that shout, a large crowd followed along.
Many Po Clan members, hearing that there would be a duel, also dropped what they were doing and rushed over.
The Po Clan had two passions: refining medicine and fighting.
Just from the sheer offensive nature of their martial spirit, the Breaking Soul Spear, that much was obvious.
Not long after, Chen Feng followed Yang Wudi into the clan's training grounds.
On the way, Yu Tianlong asked worriedly:
"Are you sure you're up for this?"
Chen Feng had just taken down two Spirit Hall purple-clad bishops, soul kings no less, expending a great deal of soul power.
On top of that, he'd suffered a severe internal injury from one of their fourth spirit skills.
Any other Soul Ancestor (Soul Sect) would've been crippled, or even dead.
Yet Chen Feng still acted like nothing was wrong.
Yu Tianlong knew full well he was just gritting his teeth through the pain.
"If you can't do it, let me take your place."
Chen Feng shook his head.
"Don't worry, Tianlong. I'm fine. I've already taken out two soul kings—what's a sparring match compared to that?
Besides, you're still recovering, too."
Yu Tianlong looked downcast. That was true. After days of traveling and fighting, he hadn't had time to properly heal either.
Chen Feng patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry. Once all this is over and we return, I'll treat your injuries first.
Your combat strength will improve dramatically."
Yu Tianlong nodded silently.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, nodded toward Yang Wudi, and activated his martial spirit—Seven Kill Sword—as he stepped onto the arena floor.
By now, nearly a hundred Po Clan members had gathered around the training ground.
As Chen Feng entered the field, his soul rings ignited one by one.
Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.
When the fourth ring appeared, the entire crowd fell silent.
Even Yang Wudi's eyes widened.
This was the first time he'd seen such an extraordinary soul ring combination—and at such a young age?
He had initially considered letting Chen Feng fight a few weaker disciples first to test the waters.
Now, he realized there was no point.
"Yang Dianfeng, you're up!" Yang Wudi bellowed.
A well-built young man stepped forward from the crowd and cupped his fists.
"Yes, Grandfather!"
Yang Dianfeng looked noticeably older than both Chen Feng and Yu Tianlong.
Naturally, his soul power was also more refined.
He released his martial spirit—the Breaking Soul Spear—and with a flicker of black light, his soul rings emerged:
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple.
An ideal soul ring configuration—also at the Soul Sect level.
Yang Wudi announced proudly:
"Chen Feng, this is my grandson, Yang Dianfeng.
He may be a few years older, but he is without a doubt the most gifted of our younger generation.
Whether or not he becomes your teammate depends entirely on your ability."
Chen Feng smiled, letting the tip of his Seven Kill Sword point toward the ground.
A sharp killing aura burst forth, forming a vortex that forced nearby spectators to take a step back.
"Level 46, Assault System Battle Soul Master. Martial Spirit: Seven Kill Sword. Please advise."
"Level 42, Assault System Battle Soul Master. Martial Spirit: Breaking Soul Spear. Let's have a good match."
Yang Dianfeng's long black hair was tied back, and his pitch-black spear pointed forward like a general on the battlefield.
He radiated a calm, resolute aura.
Yet that quiet focus gave Chen Feng the feeling of two razor points meeting—an intense head-on clash between overwhelming forces.
"One side wields the pure offensive Breaking Soul Spear…
The other, the sword known as the most powerful in existence—the Seven Kill Sword.
Which is stronger?"
Yang Wudi stood with hands clasped behind his back, eyes solemn.
Two prodigies—one the grandson of Sword Douluo, the other his own.
Was this… an indirect duel between him and Sword Douluo?