"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Demon Bear!"
Titled DouluoQian Jun's voice was low and heavy, like a hammer striking the hearts of the three, his tone carrying undisguised questioning and dissatisfaction.
"Who gave you the audacity to intercept the teams participating in the Soul Master Tournament here!"
"Do you still have any respect for the High Priest?"
Hearing Qian Jun mention the High Priest,
the bodies of Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other two shook, their eyes revealing an undisguisable panic and unease.
The High Priest! Qian Daoliu!
Within Spirit Hall, especially in the hearts of Titled Douluo like them, this title carried an unimaginable weight.
After all, that man was the true pillar of Spirit Hall, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, hailed as invincible in the sky.
Although the High Priest had retired behind the scenes for years to focus on serving the Angelic God and rarely interfered in worldly affairs,
leading to Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong's power growing daily, no one dared to truly underestimate him.
Even Bibi Dong did not dare to have a complete falling out with him.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others knew this operation did not have the High Priest's tacit approval, so they were already drenched in cold sweat.
Faced with Qian Jun's questioning, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Qian Jun took in their reactions and snorted coldly in his heart.
The three were, after all, the backbone of Spirit Hall; although they had committed a grave error, Qian Daoliu still hadn't thought of killing them.
The purpose of the arrival of the Qian Jun and Demon-Subduing Douluos was primarily to knock some sense into them.
Now that the goal was achieved, Qian Jun wasted no more words and directly pronounced judgment:
"The Hall of Worship will discuss this matter with the Supreme Pontiff. You three, get back to Spirit Hall immediately, reflect behind closed doors, and await further instructions."
"If there is a next time, you won't be so lucky."
"Yes, yes! We shall obey the Priest's command!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others felt as if they had been granted a general amnesty. Daring not to hesitate or defend themselves, they hurriedly bowed in agreement.
In the end, they didn't even dare to look at Yang Yuan's group again, leading their subordinates away from the scene as fast as possible in disgrace.
They had arrived aggressively but left like stray dogs.
After dealing with Chrysanthemum Douluo and his group, Qian Jun turned his gaze toward the shaken tournament teams below.
His expression softened slightly as he nodded toward Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue, his voice remaining calm.
"Disturbing the tournament teams has startled everyone. On behalf of Spirit Hall, the Hall of Worship apologizes to you all."
Though brief, such an apology coming from a Spirit Hall Priest was extremely rare, and it was considered giving great Face to the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
At least, that was certainly what Qian Jun and Demon-Subduing Douluo thought.
Sensing the Aura of the two Priests, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, but his heart steadied when he caught a glimpse of Yang Yuan beside him.
He said calmly, "The Priests' words are too heavy. However, Spirit Hall has always been a Holy Land in the hearts of the world's Spirit Masters. Now that such an incident has occurred, if it isn't handled properly, I'm afraid it will be hard to give the world an account."
A flash of surprise crossed the eyes of the two Priests, Qian Jun and Xiangmo, at Ning Fengzhi's firm stance.
If they remembered correctly, this Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was supposed to be very good at self-preservation. Since when did he become so tough?
Could it be that Chen Xin had a Breakthrough?
The two looked toward Sword Douluo in unison, a hint of solemnity flashing in their eyes.
Although they presided over the Hall of Worship and hadn't interfered in worldly matters for a long time, they knew Sword DouluoChen Xin had been stuck at Rank 96 for many years.
If he had reached Rank 97, combined with Ning Fengzhi's support, Spirit Hall truly might not have anyone who could handle him unless their Big Brother stepped in.
Facing their gazes, Sword Douluo's expression remained calm as two streaks of Sword Intent burst from his eyes.
Sensing the sharp edge of these two streaks of Sword Intent, Qian Jun and Xiangmo's hearts were shaken.
Chen Xin really had achieved a Breakthrough!
This was no small matter; one must know that both of them were still at Rank 96.
"As expected of Sword Dao Chen Xin, a reputation well-deserved. It seems our brothers have made a wasted trip this time."
Demon-Subduing Douluo said in a deep voice.
Sword Douluo nodded faintly, neither confirming nor denying.
The pride of a swordsman was displayed vividly in him.
Beside Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo felt as if he were being ignored by Qian Jun and Xiangmo, and he snorted unhappily.
It could only be said that the world's prejudice against him was still stuck ten years in the past.
Seeing Sword Douluo's cold and aloof appearance, Qian Jun and Xiangmo had no intention of continuing the conversation.
Their peripheral vision swept over Qian Renxue.
Back then, Qian Renxue had been watched over by them as she grew up.
Seeing her again after many years, they couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
However, the two did not show any abnormal emotions, merely shifting their gaze to Yang Yuan.
Looking at Yang Yuan's handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, the two nodded secretly.
"This lad is quite talented, and his gift is unprecedented. No wonder Little Xue's letters were always full of praise and favor for him between the lines."
"If he and Little Xue could be together, it would be a fine match."
This thought flashed through their minds.
Qian Jun flipped his palm, and a dark-gold left arm Spirit Bone, which emitted heart-palpitating energy fluctuations, appeared in his hand.
The moment the Spirit Bone appeared, an invisible pressure spread out; it was clearly of extremely high quality.
"This is an 80,000-year Dark Gold Dragon Left Arm Bone. Its attributes are fierce and overbearing, possessing extremely strong destructive properties."
Qian Jun introduced loudly, "Just now, Yue Guan and the others intended to assassinate you and nearly took your life. This item shall serve as Spirit Hall's apology to you."
After speaking, he gave a gentle push with his palm.
The precious 80,000-year Spirit Bone in his hand turned into a streak of light, flying steadily toward Yang Yuan.
This sudden, generous gift stunned everyone present.
An 80,000-year Spirit Bone!
And it was an extremely rare and powerful dragon-type Spirit Bone!
Such a treasure would make even a Super Douluo above Rank 95 go mad for it.
Yet Spirit Hall was actually so generous as to directly give it to a young student as an 'apology'?
This apology was simply too heavy!
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Dugu Bo immediately became vigilant.
When someone is unusually kind without reason, they must have an ulterior motive!
Spirit Hall being so generous—could they be plotting something else?
Looking at the state of the Qian Jun and Demon-Subduing Douluos, their trip this time was likely specifically for Yang Yuan.
They even went so far as to offer an 80,000-year dragon-type Spirit Bone.
What a grand gesture.
Qian Renxue also showed a look of surprise on the surface, but she had no emotional fluctuations.
This Spirit Bone was a gift she had secretly asked her grandfather to prepare for Yang Yuan.
She was merely using today's excuse to give it away naturally.
Even if today's incident hadn't happened, she would have found an opportunity to give it to Yang Yuan after arriving in Spirit City.
And by the way... tell him her true identity!
That's right, Qian Renxue did not intend to hide her identity from Yang Yuan anymore.
Because as time passed, she found that she increasingly wanted to interact with Yang Yuan using her real identity and appearance.
On the other side, Ning Fengzhi was secretly pondering.
Spirit Hall wanted to kill Yang Yuan on one hand, but wanted to win him over on the other.
What seemed like contradictory behavior was, in Ning Fengzhi's view, a manifestation of the severe internal struggle and conflict within Spirit Hall.
As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he naturally knew of the rift between the Supreme Pontiff Palace and the Hall of Worship, but he hadn't expected the rift to be this large.
Perhaps this could be exploited.
As for whether Yang Yuan would lean toward Spirit Hall,
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Dugu Bo weren't very worried about that.
After all, with Yang Yuan's strength, how could he be willing to serve under others and be controlled?
Of course, the two Priests, Qian Jun and Xiangmo, didn't think that way.
In their eyes, Yang Yuan was already one of their own.
After seeing Yang Yuan's appearance, they had even started to consider him as half a grandson-in-law.
Looking at the dark-gold Spirit Bone floating before him, a divine light flashed in Yang Yuan's Pupils, and without any hesitation, he reached out to take it.
"Then this Junior shall accept it with gratitude!"
This composure made the two Priests nod secretly, becoming increasingly satisfied with Yang Yuan.
This scene fell into Tang San's eyes not far away.
When he saw Yang Yuan take the Spirit Bone that was emitting intense spirit power fluctuations, a look of longing immediately appeared in his eyes.
If he could obtain a Spirit Bone of tens of thousands of years, his Spirit Power Level would surely increase by several ranks, saving him who knows how much effort.
Beside him, the Shrek Group first looked at Yang Yuan and then at Tang San, their eyes unable to help but reveal envious gazes.
So, getting intercepted and assassinated actually comes with Spirit Bones!
Dai Mubai said in a low voice, "If only the one being intercepted was me; with this Spirit Bone, I would definitely be able to break through Rank 50."
That was an 80,000-year Spirit Bone!
A greedy look appeared in Dai Mubai's eyes.
As far as he knew, even their entire Star Luo Imperial Family did not possess a single 80,000-year Spirit Bone.
"Although we weren't the targets of the assassination, we also suffered collateral damage. Why didn't they give us some compensation too?"
Ma Hongjun, who had finished absorbing his spirit ring and returned to the team, muttered in a small voice.
But before he could finish, Flender immediately stepped forward and covered his mouth.
"Fatty, are you crazy? Don't just say whatever comes to mind!"
Seeing Flender's serious expression, Ma Hongjun shrank his neck back resentfully.
Meanwhile, just as Tang San was waiting with bated breath for Thousand Gold Douluo to also give him a Spirit Bone as compensation,
"Kid, you're quite good. If you have time, you can come sit in Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship."
The two Priests, Qian Jun and Xiangmo, did not directly recruit Yang Yuan as Ning Fengzhi and the others had expected.
Leaving behind only those words, the two prepared to depart.
The Shrek Group showed expressions of bewilderment at this.
"Little San, did they forget your Spirit Bone?"
Tang San's expression at this moment was so dark it looked as if water could drip from it.
Watching the departing figures of the two Priests, he suddenly took a step forward, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse and sharp due to suppressed anger.
"Seniors, please wait!"
This abrupt shout made the departing Qian Jun and Xiangmo pause slightly, and it also startled everyone present, who looked at Tang San in surprise.
Tang San took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "JuniorTang San was also explicitly listed as a target for assassination by your hall's Chrysanthemum Douluo just now."
"So Junior takes the liberty to ask: why did Yang Yuan receive compensation from your hall, while Junior received nothing?"
"Could it be that your hall's apologies and compensation are also divided into ranks, treating people differently based on who they are?"
Tang San's voice grew louder, sounding righteous as he tried to occupy the moral high ground to question the two Priests.
However, this self-righteous "struggle for justice" sounded so childish and laughable to the two Priests, who were used to great storms, that it was almost ignorant of the heights of heaven.
A mere Spirit Ancestor dared to question a Titled Douluo?
Who gave you the nerve!
Qian Jun turned around, the trace of calm he had shown toward Yang Yuan long gone, replaced only by high-and-mighty indifference and a faint hint of impatience.
Seeing the other party stop, Tang San thought his words had worked.
Or rather,
the resentment in his heart had already overridden his reason, and he actually took another step forward, his tone even firmer:
"I ask the two Seniors to give this Junior an explanation!"
The reason he dared to say this was because he was certain that Qian Jun and Xiangmo would never dare to strike a Junior like him in front of everyone's eyes.
After all, he was also a tournament contestant!
But clearly, he had guessed wrong!
"An explanation?"
Qian Jun's voice was flat, carrying a coldness that seemed to freeze the air.
He didn't even bother to look at Tang San again, his gaze merely lowering as if he were talking to the air:
"What kind of thing are you?"
The moment the words fell,
a terrifying pressure, like an invisible primordial mountain, crashed down upon Tang San without warning.
"Thud!"
Tang San didn't even have time to react; he felt an irresistible force smash ruthlessly onto his shoulders and spine.
His knees buckled, and with a muffled sound, he actually fell to his knees without any dignity, finally ending up in a humiliated position, prostrate on the ground with his entire Face slamming hard against the floor.
"Ugh—!"
The immense pressure caused Tang San to let out a painful groan, and a trickle of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He desperately circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, and his Purple Demon Eye and Eight Spider Lances also opened instinctively.
But before Qian Jun's powerful pressure, all his struggles appeared so tiny and laughable that he couldn't even manage to lift his head.
"What kind of thing are you? A mere Spirit Ancestor is also worthy of asking this seat for an explanation?"
Qian Jun's indifferent voice echoed in all directions.
Every word was like a hammer striking Tang San's heart, as endless humiliation flooded in from all sides.
Tang San lay on the ground, the taste of blood in his mouth, his internal organs feeling as if they were being displaced.
But even more painful than the physical pain was the overwhelming humiliation and anger.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he was easily suppressed like a dog, kneeling and prostrate.
This shame was a hundred, a thousand times harder to bear than killing him.
Spirit Hall!
Today's humiliation, I, Tang San, shall keep in my heart, and one day I will surely repay it a hundredfold.
And Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo, Yang Yuan... you are all also participants, yet you actually stood by and watched.
You... all deserve to die!
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was heavy like a bull's.
In his mind, only anger and resentment remained!
And to the side,
the expressions of Flender, Zhao Wuji, Liu Erlong, and other Shrek teachers changed.
"Tang San!"
Several people cried out in alarm, immediately releasing their respective Spirits, wanting to block this pressure for Tang San.
However, it was all to no avail!
The pressure on Tang San was like a mountain.
Fortunately, at this time, Demon-Subduing Douluo spoke up.
"Alright, stop wasting time. Let's go back early and report to Big Brother."
"Mm!" Qian Jun responded, then snorted coldly, "Since you are a Junior, today is a small punishment as a warning. You..."
"Behave yourself!"
(End of Chapter)
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