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Greetings, I am Ning Fengzhi, the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. May I ask who you are?"
Ah, so it was Ning Fengzhi—the infamous old fox. Yuan Longxuan realized that Ning Fengzhi had probably been planning to recruit Sword Douluo just moments ago.
The elder's time was limited. his health had been poor for years, leaving him with only one son, Ning Fengzhi. Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi had proven himself capable.
Now, Ning Fengzhi was only three years older than Yuan Longxuan and already a fully-fledged High-Level Soul King.
If it weren't for the restriction that prevented the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect from cultivating to Douluo, Ning Fengzhi would be the brightest prodigy of this era.
"Greetings, I am Yuan Longxuan, owner of this Juxiang Pavilion," Yuan Longxuan replied calmly.
He respected Ning Fengzhi's talent but reserved judgment on his character.
In business, cunning was common; Yuan Longxuan, after all, merely ran a modest tavern and had yet to clash with Ning Fengzhi in that arena.
After a polite handshake, Yuan Longxuan shifted his gaze toward Chen Xin.
"Brother Chen Xin, shall we make a deal?" he asked, a subtle gleam in his eyes.
Of course, he intended to sway the future pillar of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect....but without restricting the young man's freedom.
"By all means, Yuan Longxuan," Chen Xin replied cautiously.
"Say it properly again," Yuan Longxuan teased. "One more time you call me 'Your Eminence,' and I won't hold back."
"Cough… Yuan Longxuan, by all means," Chen Xin corrected himself.
"Much better," Yuan Longxuan said, satisfied. "I'm young; no need for such formalities."
He then laid out his offer: "I will help you acquire the Ninth Soul Ring most suited to you, but in return, you must assist me at my pavilion for the next fifty years. How does that sound?"
Fifty years of helping at the tavern in exchange for the perfect Ninth Soul Ring? Anyone else would scoff, but hearing it from Yuan Longxuan, Chen Xin believed him.
Ning Fengzhi, sitting nearby, now leaned forward with interest.
Helping a Douluo obtain a perfectly matched Ninth Soul Ring? That was no small feat.
He had already investigated the matter....there was a ninety-thousand-year Earth Demon Dragon residing in a remote northwest mountain range. That was his bargaining chip.
"I require no Ninth Soul Ring. If Brother Yuan Longxuan requests it, I will safeguard this place," Chen Xin said, clever enough to avoid being overpowered.
Yuan Longxuan chuckled softly. "With your constitution, even in forests or oceans, it's nearly impossible to find the optimal soul beast.
Most only seek high-attack, long-lived Soul Rings blindly, wasting potential."
Indeed, Sword Douluo's fate had been somewhat tragic.
A supreme Douluo, yet he fell on the eve of victory. Yuan Longxuan, however, could see a better path for Chen Xin.
"Hunters always seek Soul Rings, but true advancement comes from the right guidance.
A Ninth Soul Ring perfectly suited to you requires more than brute force," Yuan Longxuan explained.
Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened slightly. If Yuan Longxuan could provide Chen Xin with such a Soul Ring, he must be even stronger than Sword Douluo.
And if he was only eighteen? Was it truly possible for an eighteen-year-old to be a Douluo of that caliber?
Yuan Longxuan didn't answer. He had countless divine-granted Soul Rings at his disposal....giving one or two to secure a capable helper at his pavilion was no loss.
The puppet Douluo could fight, but for managing a tavern, a living assistant was far more suitable.
He turned to Ning Fengzhi with a faint smile. "Bring your protégé here; it's tiring keeping him hidden."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened, but before he could react, Yuan Longxuan sliced open a spatial rift, pulling out a young man clad in gray-black attire.
The youth, Gu Rong, trembled slightly, intimidated by Yuan Longxuan's aura.
"Xiao Li, do we still have a private room? It's a bit crowded right now," Yuan Longxuan asked.
Xiao Li quickly led them to the third floor—second-floor private rooms were already occupied.
On their way, Yuan Longxuan spotted Liu Erlong, who had just joined the pavilion as a server, now dressed in the uniform.
Her eyes widened in shock. "We meet again, young grown-up," she said, a mixture of surprise and delight in her voice.
Yuan Longxuan smiled faintly.
He hadn't expected her to seek employment at his pavilion, yet it seemed her determination had paid off.
Before Liu Erlong could speak further, Yuan Longxuan, Ning Fengzhi, and Chen Xin entered the private room.
Gu Rong was seated with a look of unease, his confidence seemingly drained. Ning Fengzhi now looked less composed, the initial calm and arrogance gone.
Chen Xin's curiosity grew...he knew Gu Rong and understood the young man's trepidation.
Gu Rong's body trembled under Yuan Longxuan's presence. With the Dragon God bloodline flowing through him,
Yuan Longxuan's aura alone was enough to suppress even dragon-type Soul Spirits
Brother Yuan Longxuan, may I ask what kind of Soul Beast you intend for Chen Xin's Ninth Soul Ring?" Ning Fengzhi finally asked, his composure restored.
Yuan Longxuan's golden eyes met Ning Fengzhi's. "For me, hunting Soul Beasts is unnecessary.
There are two ways to obtain Soul Rings. Hunting is just one. Divine-granted Soul Rings are the other."
Ning Fengzhi frowned. "Divine-granted? I thought Soul Rings could only be obtained from soul beasts."
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