"This token was personally given to me by Ning Rongrong. She didn't mean anything by it—only wanted to make things easier for me as I came to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I didn't expect…"
Chen Feng shot a meaningful glance at the middle-aged man—his expression made it clear: I didn't expect your sect to treat guests like this.
Even the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a burning flush rise to his face after hearing that.
He quickly withdrew the soul pressure he was releasing, coughed lightly, and said with a conciliatory tone,
"Young friend, this isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect being difficult. It's just that this concerns the safety of our young miss. Please understand our caution."
"You may not know, but this token is of great importance. It's not just a symbol of identity—it grants authority to command the sect's elders and guest officials beneath the sect master. When the Sect Master gave it to her, he explicitly warned her never to hand it to another lightly. That's why I had to proceed carefully."
Chen Feng shook his head and said coldly,
Ning Rongrong is currently at Shrek Academy. If you're so concerned, just send someone to verify. As for this token, it belongs to your sect anyway. I'll return it now. From this moment on, I, Chen Feng, have nothing more to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
With that, he retracted his Martial Soul and turned to leave.
But to his surprise, the two guards stepped forward again to block his path.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Chen Feng's expression turned cold. He had come with good intentions to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and had endured insult after insult. But now, they were crossing the line—testing his patience.
Had this been his previous life, a mere Soul King wouldn't even be worth his notice. He could have destroyed them with a flick of his finger.
The middle-aged man tried to appear appeasing once again and gestured calmly:
"Young man, please don't be hasty. I'll arrange accommodations for you here. You may rest for a few days. Once I verify that what you've said about Rongrong checks out, I'll personally escort you into the sect."
"You mean to confine me?"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Still wearing a diplomatic smile, the man replied,
"Perish the thought…"
"Save it."
Chen Feng raised a hand to cut him off and said coldly,
"I no longer care about joining your so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You'd need to send eight palanquins and a personal invitation just to invite me to be an elder."
"Watch your tongue! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must not be insulted!" the man's face darkened.
Chen Feng sneered,
"Unless your Sect Master comes out and apologizes to me personally, your so-called Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is nothing but trash in my eyes!"
"You're arrogant beyond reason!"
The man erupted in fury. With a sharp wave of his hands, he shouted,
"Seize him!"
The guest elders behind him moved immediately.
One of them, apparently underestimating a mere Soul Elder, didn't even bother activating his Martial Soul. His body blurred like a dragon swimming through water as he reached out to grab Chen Feng directly.
But Chen Feng remained calm and silent. He reactivated his Martial Soul in a flash, shifting his stance slightly. That strange, elusive footwork made it look as if he had slipped through dimensions—he vanished from the man's grip.
Whoosh—!
The guest elder felt his hand close around Chen Feng's arm, yet somehow, the boy escaped cleanly.
"Don't let him get away!"
Other elders shouted and quickly activated their Martial Souls.
In an instant, soul rings illuminated the area in a dazzling array of light. No less than three Soul Kings, five Soul Ancestors, and five Soul Elders surrounded Chen Feng.
They quickly spread out to encircle him from all directions.
But just when they thought they had him trapped, something shocking happened.
Chen Feng charged forward—not backward—stepping boldly toward two of the guest elders, his footwork strange and unpredictable.
They couldn't have known: he was facing down three Soul Kings!
Rip!
Suddenly, eight large bulges rose on Chen Feng's back, bursting through his clothes. With a tearing sound, eight massive spider-leg-like appendages burst from his back, propelling him upward with incredible force.
His speed spiked dramatically—so fast, it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Watch out! He's aiming for me!"
The middle-aged Soul King paled and quickly retreated.
But as a support-type soul master, how could he possibly outrun a battle-type soul master?
A gust of rank air swept past, and two razor-sharp spider-leg spears closed in from either side, pinning him in place.
At the same moment, two other Soul Kings flanked Chen Feng from behind, their pressure locking onto his back and neck.
Neither side dared to move any further.
"Seems I underestimated you," the middle-aged man admitted, forcing a calm expression despite the razor-sharp spider spears at his throat. "A mere Soul Elder, yet you have so many strange techniques…"
The venomous spikes had forced him to tilt his head back, exposing his throat.
"Release the Hall Master!"
Behind Chen Feng, the two Soul Kings pushed closer, their soul power surging. Waves of terrifying pressure bore down on Chen Feng.
Tssssk—!
One of the spider's legs grazed the Hall Master's neck, leaving a barely visible scratch.
Yet within an instant, a purple-black toxin spread through the wound like wildfire.
"You dare poison me?! Are you mad?!" The man shouted in alarm as his body rapidly chilled. The venom coursed through him, even beginning to drain his soul power.
Meanwhile, Chen Feng felt the opposite—a warm current flowed from his spider legs into his body, replenishing his depleted energy.
"Hall Master Ning, is it? Let me enlighten you. This is the venom of a Man-Faced Demon Spider. If you don't find the antidote within fifteen minutes, you will die. And if those two bastards behind me keep pressing with their soul power… believe me, I'll increase the dosage."
Chen Feng grinned wickedly. His aura intensified, his hair billowing as if possessed by a killing aura.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, the two Soul Kings hesitated. Their advance slowed, and Chen Feng felt a bit of pressure lift from his shoulders.
To stand his ground against three Soul Kings—even if he had been a peerless prodigy in a past life, that he could achieve this now as a Soul Elder was already nothing short of monstrous.
Just then, a brilliant seven-colored light descended from the sky.
Fwoosh—!
Powerful soul energy surged into Hall Master Ning through the crown of his head.
Chen Feng instantly felt a forceful power erupt from the man's body—his Eight Spider Lances were forcibly blasted away several meters!
The next moment, two figures floated gracefully to the ground.
The man at the front was elegant and refined, his actual age indeterminate, but his appearance was that of someone under forty. In his hand was a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, ringed by seven soul rings:
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black—a flawless configuration.
It was he who had cast that rainbow beam just now.
Behind him stood an austere white-haired elder, upright like a blade. Without even releasing his Martial Soul, his presence alone was like a divine sword poised to annihilate the heavens.
Shhhhhh—
As soon as the two appeared, everyone present except Chen Feng immediately fell to one knee.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Elder!"
Their identities needed no further explanation.
The man at the front was Ning Fengzhi, the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
And standing behind him was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, renowned as the strongest offensive Title Douluo alive, and one of the two great Guardian Elders of the sect.