Chapter 14 The Insecure Sect Leader
After Ning Huan left the high platform with Ning Hao and the others, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, which had been bustling for several days, seemed to have been suddenly put on fast-forward.
The originally crowded and noisy crowd dispersed in an instant under the orderly guidance of the sect elders.
Before long, only a few disciples remained in the training ground to handle the aftermath, leaving behind a mess.
As for those who left, they split into two groups, some happy and some sad.
A few lucky individuals who were chosen stopped halfway up the mountain, gazing at the horizon with excited expressions.
It seemed as if they were fantasizing about some future that did not exist.
The corresponding steward was equally overjoyed, carefully calculating how to distribute the upcoming rewards.
In contrast, those disciples who had not yet caught the attention of the higher-ups looked gaunt and haggard.
They continued their arduous trek down the mountain.
They knew very well that if they didn't have a great opportunity after this departure, all that awaited them was a predictable life.
Cultivation...
Taking over the sect's assets from his predecessors...
He was given the position of butler when his talent was completely exhausted and he could no longer make any progress...
Finally, he spent the rest of his life amidst the envious gazes of ordinary Soul Masters.
In a daze, someone murmured to themselves, breaking the deathly silence of the twilight.
"Such charm is truly captivating."
...
No one expected that the highly anticipated competition would end in such a dramatic way.
Ning Huan's sudden emergence struck an equal blow to everyone.
The disciple's dream of returning to the sect after years of hard work was shattered.
The main disciple, who had considered himself a genius for many years, was beaten to the point of questioning his existence.
Despite Feng Douluo's timely intervention, and Chen Xin's limitations due to his level and soul power, no casualties were ultimately incurred.
But without a doubt, those nine giant swords of the Seven Killings hanging high in the sky will become an indelible nightmare in the hearts of those disciples.
The person who started all this is currently enjoying a hearty meal, completely disregarding anyone's opinion.
"Goodness, eight pounds of meat and three pounds of rice, no wonder this kid has so much soul power!"
As he spoke, the dumbfounded Wind Douluo put down his wine cup and nudged the Sword Douluo beside him with his elbow.
"Old Jian, are you sure you can afford to support him with your meager savings for your funeral?"
"Don't let the food you eat end up being so bad that you can't even afford underwear."
"Get out!"
Sword Douluo retorted irritably, but a hint of panic inadvertently appeared in his usually sharp eyes.
If the intelligence is correct, Ning Huan's food consumption seems to increase significantly every year.
After a while, it seemed he really couldn't take it anymore.
On the other side, seemingly sensing the change in the surrounding atmosphere, Ning Huan, feeling that the emptiness in his body had been almost filled, finally raised his head.
After glancing around at the curious or surprised looks he received, he turned to the person in the main seat without changing his expression and bowed respectfully.
"Uncle Ning, I was too hungry and was rude."
"It's alright, I have some guesses about your martial soul talent."
"With a large total amount of soul power and a fast recovery speed, there must be some corresponding costs involved."
Ning Hao simply smiled and waved his hand, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.
"Moreover, you were able to support half of the eighth soul skill of Ancestor Chenxin with your Soul Master realm."
"Compared to before, what does it matter if you eat a lot?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Huan felt much more relaxed and gained a greater appreciation for the cunning sect leader before him.
There was no probing.
The martial soul talent was deliberately obscured.
There was no mention whatsoever of the experiences of the past six years.
At least so far, everything is proceeding according to his expected optimal solution.
However, Ning Huan overlooked one thing.
With his half-baked ability to control his expressions, how could he possibly escape Ning Hao's notice?
The latter, as the sect leader of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, was skilled in scheming and interpersonal relationships.
Dealing with a child like him who has never seen the world is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Therefore, the moment Ning Huan's shoulders relaxed, Ning Hao couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
'He's still just a child; even if he's scheming, he'll inevitably reveal some flaws after the deed is done.'
'But this actually makes me feel more at ease.'
At this moment, Ning Hao finally let down his guard and made up his mind never to ask about the secret that he had deliberately hidden.
Source of the resource.
Origin of Soul Rings.
The reason for concealing one's talent while deliberately displaying it...
None of that matters anymore.
As long as the person is there and their heart is with the cause, that's enough.
As for secrets, it's fine as long as you and I know them; there's no need to spell them out.
Anyway, we have the excuse and dignity of our ancestor Chenxin.
If you say, "It was given to me by our ancestors, taught me, and passed down to me," who wouldn't believe you?
If all else fails, let Ning Huan summon it again, even if it means exhausting his soul power, so they can confront each other face to face.
I don't believe our ancestors would undermine their own descendants.
Thinking of this, Ning Hao seemed to suddenly realize something, and his brows furrowed slightly.
[Uncle Feng, could you please make a trip to Tianluo City and the Jialing Pass ruins to erase Ning Huan's records from the past few years, just in case?]
Upon receiving the telepathic message, Feng Douluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
Then, pretending nothing had happened, he continued to drink with Shield Guardian Douluo.
Then, seeing that Ning Huan was still deep in thought, Ning Hao had no choice but to speak again to ease the slightly tense atmosphere.
"Xiao Huan, although your uncle has some guesses about your abilities, he ultimately cannot understand their true meaning."
"Could you tell me about some of the less secret parts?"
"This will also make it easier for the sect to help you hunt for spirit rings in the future, don't you think?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy dining hall fell silent instantly.
The three worshippers, who were still drinking and chatting, stopped arguing.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who were talking about their daughters privately, also fell silent, their eyes filled with curiosity.
"Sure."
So, under the expectant gazes of everyone, Ning Huan picked and chose.
He will tell them about all the abilities, limitations, and spirits he already possesses, except for the [Treasure Rat].
This drew gasps of amazement from the crowd.
"The spirit body constantly absorbs the soul power of the soul master, which is equivalent to the soul master being in a very special yet relatively stable cultivation state at all times..."
"No wonder you were able to become a Soul Master at such a young age, ahead of your peers."
Feng Douluo nodded after hearing this, gritting his teeth in envy.
He also wanted the talent to cultivate even while lying still!
"Yes, but due to the limitations of mental and soul power, as well as the existence of Ancestor Chenxin, the number of spirit bodies that disciple can contract is very limited."
"The market is already nearing saturation; the only way to continue the contract is after breaking through to Soul King."
This wasn't something Ning Huan made up.
After all, he really doesn't have the energy left to contract with soul beasts!
Chen Xin was a Super Douluo in his previous life.
It's only natural that after transforming into a spirit, it becomes a major consumer of soul power.
If Ning Huan hadn't had a sufficient amount of soul power and recovered quickly, and if Chen Xin hadn't intentionally reduced his soul power intake...
Otherwise, let alone fighting spirits, it's questionable whether he could even survive right now.
"That's true, we can't expect you to have all the good things."
"Come on, let's have the four of us discuss what other soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest are suitable for you."
Meanwhile, as the three elders and the young man were exchanging questions, Ning Hao was having a bit of a headache.
Being a genius is great, but you also have far too many problems!
The little secrets that suddenly appear always give him a feeling of not being able to grasp them.
'The upper limit is incredibly high, the lower limit is ridiculously low, cultivation progresses at lightning speed, and strength depends entirely on the quality and quantity of spiritual bodies.'
'This martial spirit violates the theory of martial spirits.'
'If those Shrek bastards found out about this, they'd be being polite by not kidnapping you!'
[end of the chapter]