Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Inside the hall, Yu Yuanzhen fell into contemplation as he looked at the message in his hand.
After a moment, Yu Yuanzhen called a clansman from outside and said, "Bring Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng to me."
"Yes, Clan Head!"
Soon, Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng arrived in the hall.
Upon entering the hall, Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng immediately knelt on one knee and said, "Clan Head, what do you need us for?"
Yu Yuanzhen looked at the two in front of him with a satisfied expression. These two were currently the most outstanding individuals in their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Tianheng, at twenty-seven years old and fifty-sixth rank, could already be considered quite excellent. If he hadn't met Yu Tianxin, he would undoubtedly be the most dazzling genius in their family.
But unfortunately, compared to Yu Tianxin, who was under twenty-six years old and had already reached sixty-fourth rank, Yu Tianheng was ultimately a bit weaker.
Then, Yu Yuanzhen collected his thoughts and said to the two in front of him, "Next, I am going to meet a senior. You two will follow by my side."
"Yes!"
Although the two were a bit puzzled, they still agreed.
Yu Yuanzhen smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you two know that senior. However, when you see him, you will definitely be startled."
Yu Yuanzhen's words left the two a bit bewildered. A senior they both knew? Who could it be?
Not long after, almost every influential force on the entire World learned that a new force called Storm Pavilion had emerged, and it seemed to be founded by a powerful Spirit Master, possibly a Titled Douluo.
The only exception was the Clear Sky Sect.
Because they had sealed off their Sect, news from the outside World only entered with supply convoys, and it would be another ten days until their next supply convoy.
Several days later, representatives from various forces gathered in front of Storm Pavilion. Shenfeng Academy, led by Feng Qingcang, assisted in the reception.
At the very top of the wind god tree, inside Mo Hui's room.
"Mo Hui, these are the congratulatory gifts sent by those people. Feng Yi has already organized them. Take a look."
Feng Qingcang placed a thick booklet on the table in front of Mo Hui and said.
"Thank you."
Mo Hui nodded, then picked up the thick booklet and began to flip through it.
However, after casually flipping through it for a while, a look of shock appeared in Mo Hui's eyes, and he asked in confusion, "Are these people all so generous?"
The lowest value gifts in the booklet were worth over a hundred thousand gold coins, while the higher ones were worth millions of gold coins.
Mo Hui even saw Spirit Bones among them, and not just thousand-year Spirit Bones, but also ten-thousand-year ones.
Among them, Spirit Hall sent a ten-thousand-year left leg bone, which came from a Chasing Wind Eagle of about fifteen thousand years. Mo Hui couldn't help but suspect that they had specifically chosen it.
Besides Spirit Hall, there was also a woman named Hei Youli who gave him a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone.
This made Mo Hui a bit curious. Spirit Hall was, after all, the top force on the continent, but this Hei Youli was just a Spirit Saint, and an individual at that. He wondered what her purpose was for being willing to give away a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone.
Additionally, although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School did not give Mo Hui a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone, they did give him several thousand-year Spirit Bones. Coupled with the scattered thousand-year Spirit Bones given by other forces, Mo Hui could now gather a full set of Spirit Bones.
The requirement in the Sea God's Eighth Trial was merely to acquire all Spirit Bones; it did not specify the age limit of the Spirit Bones. The only factor influenced by the Spirit Bone's age limit was the difficulty of the subsequent assessment when they were upgraded to divine-grade Spirit Bones.
The lower the age of the Spirit Bone, the greater the pain Mo Hui would endure when it was upgraded to a divine-grade Spirit Bone by divine force.
However, pain was nothing to Mo Hui. He had even experienced the pain of the Da Tong Wind, let alone the pain of Spirit Bone upgrading?
At the same time, on the way back, Chrysanthemum Douluo asked Bibi Dong in confusion, "Supreme Pontiff, do we really need to send a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone? Wouldn't that be aiding the enemy?"
Watching ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones from Spirit Hall slip away before his eyes, while he himself still didn't possess a single ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone, how could he not feel frustrated?
Bibi Dong merely glanced at him and said, "Then tell me, what else does Mo Hui need? Besides, it's just one ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone; it won't significantly aid the enemy. Do you think Angel God has an Angel Suit, but Sea God doesn't have a Sea God Suit?"
"This…"
Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitated, because he truly didn't know if Sea God Island had a Sea God Suit.
While Chrysanthemum Douluo was hesitating, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a slight smile and she said, "Moreover, it would be even better if he absorbed that Chasing Wind Eagle Spirit Bone! With such a low-aged Spirit Bone, the pain he endures during the final trial will be even more intense."
In Storm Pavilion, Mo Hui summoned the female Spirit Master named Hei Youli and said, "You actually sent a ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone this time. There must be something you want, right?"
Upon seeing Mo Hui, Hei Youli immediately knelt down and said in a humble tone, "I only beg for your forgiveness for my previous offense. I would be eternally grateful if you would allow me to join Storm Pavilion."
"Offense?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Hui carefully examined Hei Youli for a moment before finally recalling where he had seen her. He then said, "Are you from the Flame Family?"
"I used to be. My Spirit is Necromancy, and I possess the ability to confirm the life and death of Spirit Masters to a certain extent, as well as to recall the scenes before a deceased person's death. the Flame Family relied on my ability to pinpoint your location," Hei Youli replied.
After listening to Hei Youli's words, Mo Hui raised an eyebrow slightly. Confirming the life and death of Spirit Masters and recalling scenes from before death? This ability sounds somewhat familiar?
After a moment of contemplation, Mo Hui said to Hei Youli in front of him, "You can stay in Storm Pavilion for now. I'll think about how to arrange things for you later!"
Hearing Mo Hui's words, Hei Youli knew that he was no longer holding her previous assistance to the Flame Family against her. She quickly said, "Thank you for your magnanimity."
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In the farmland outside Nuoding City, a young man named Jiang Xing was vigorously harvesting wheat with his Spirit, a sickle.
After an unknown period of time, Jiang Xing finished harvesting the wheat in the field and sat down to rest on the ridge.
"Why can't I have spirit power like Brother Mo Hui?"
Jiang Xing looked at his sickle Spirit, which was no different from an ordinary sickle, and couldn't help but sigh.
If he had innate spirit power, then he could cultivate, but unfortunately, he did not.
"No, in this World, there must still exist methods to cultivate even without innate spirit power. It's just that I don't know about them yet."
Suddenly, Jiang Xing's eyes became resolute, and he said, "After this busy farming season ends, I will go out and search for cultivation methods. I don't believe there are no other ways to become stronger in this World."
Just as Jiang Xing made up his mind, the voices of two soldiers passing by suddenly reached him.
"Have you heard? Recently, a force called Storm Pavilion seems to have emerged, and it appears to have been founded by a Titled Douluo."
"Indeed, I heard about it too. This force doesn't restrict people's identities or strength when joining."
"That good? Then are you going?"
"How can we go when we don't even have spirit power? But I heard that as long as you can pass the six trials established by Storm Pavilion, you can become the personal disciple of the Storm Pavilion Master. I wonder if it's true."
Jiang Xing could no longer hear the rest of the conversation, but he clearly remembered the soldiers' discussion.
"Six trials, a Titled Douluo's personal disciple?"
Muttering these two phrases, a glimmer of hope sparked within Jiang Xing's heart.
The legendary Titled Douluo should be able to solve his problem of not having innate spirit power and being unable to cultivate, right?