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Chapter 399.

"Hmm? You still have something to say?"

After finishing the letter, Wang Feng noticed that Hu Liena hadn't left. He couldn't help but ask, "Anything else?"

Hu Liena appeared lost in thought, and Wang Feng's voice startled her. Like a frightened rabbit, she flinched, her cheeks flushing instantly.

"N-no... no, nothing."

She took a deep breath, calming herself, and spoke again, her tone steadier this time.

"My Lord, tomorrow we'll be visiting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are honorary elders of our Soul Hall, so it will primarily be a formality. But even so, you should be cautious."

Her voice carried a trace of concern.

"Thank you for your concern," Wang Feng said calmly. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my rest."

"Ah... um."

Hu Liena turned to leave, but her steps were hesitant, as though she had more to say. Reaching the door, she suddenly stopped, turned back, and asked hesitantly, "Wang Wu… will you… will you really stay in the Soul Hall forever?"

The question caught Wang Feng off guard. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if his identity had been exposed.

But seeing Hu Liena's earnest, bright eyes, he exhaled quietly.

Still, he remained silent for a moment before replying, "Why do you ask?"

"I… I don't know. I just have this feeling that you might leave the Soul Hall someday." Her voice was soft as she looked down, as if unsure of her words. "But I really hope you stay. Ever since you joined the Soul Hall, it's felt like a dream."

Wang Feng's heart chilled slightly.

Why do these girls always have such uncanny intuitions?

First Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had somehow sensed something off and nearly uncovered his identity. Now, Hu Liena had a premonition that he might leave the Soul Hall.

Although she hadn't guessed his true identity, her instincts were still unsettlingly accurate.

Without hesitation, Wang Feng responded firmly, "Since I, Wang Wu, joined the Soul Hall, I have no intention of leaving. You don't need to worry or ask such questions."

'Wang Wu will not leave… but I, Wang Feng, will. Forgive me for deceiving you.'

He deliberately maintained his firm and resolute demeanor to fit the persona of Wang Wu. Any ambiguity in his response might raise suspicion—perhaps even from Bibi Dong herself, if this was some subtle test.

Hearing his answer, Hu Liena's face lit up with a smile as radiant as a blossoming flower. Her captivating eyes glimmered with joy before she quietly exited, gently closing the door behind her.

The Next Day

After a brief discussion with Bishop Salas about the internal affairs of the Soul Hall Temple, Wang Feng set out for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect.

Salas had wanted to accompany him, but Wang Feng declined. His responsibilities on this journey included inspecting the Soul Hall Temples in various cities, assessing their resources, and evaluating the strength of the Soul Hall's forces.

At each location, Wang Feng meticulously reviewed the number of Soul Masters, their certifications, and grading processes. With every visit, he grew increasingly aware of the Soul Hall's immense power.

The Soul Hall Temple of the Heaven Dou Empire alone housed a formidable force. Soul masters in the Knights Templar, an elite unit, ranged between level 50 and level 70, with their numbers nearing triple digits.

The strength of the Soul Hall was undeniable, and its reach extended far deeper than what most outsiders could fathom.

Soul masters between level 30 and 50 are not scarce within the ranks of the Soul Hall, in fact, their numbers reach into the hundreds if not thousands. This force alone speaks volumes about the Soul Hall's influence and power.

After all, these are not ordinary people—they are soul masters. Even the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family would struggle to form a knight order with such a large number of soul masters.

Wang Feng couldn't help but feel a weight settle on his chest. Bibi Dong had spent years cultivating this massive strength. How much of her true power was still hidden in the shadows? Or she hadn't hid it at all, it's laid bare for all to see.

Shaking off these thoughts, Wang Feng continued his journey with the three disciples toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. Along the way, something remarkable happened—Hu Liena and her two companions each advanced a level in their soul power. Clearly, the training, observation, and knowledge they had gained while traveling with Wang Feng had significantly accelerated their cultivation. Their admiration for the White Pontiff deepened further.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect

Unlike the Elephant Armored Sect, which resided within a city, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect's domain was more secluded. Built on the mountainside of a moderately tall peak, its towers and pavilions commanded a view of a nearby city but were set apart, embodying the essence of an external world separate from mundane life, like a sect from Xianxia novels he used to read in his previous life.

At the sect's main courtyard, Ning Rongrong stood alongside Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluos, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong. Her cyan dress, paired with a white inner lining, gave her a noble and elegant aura. Her long hair was meticulously styled, and her every movement exuded the grace befitting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect's young lady.

"Father, who exactly is this White Pontiff? Everyone's been talking about him lately," Ning Rongrong asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was solemn. "I'm not entirely sure who he is, but I do know that Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, confronted him recently and was utterly defeated."

"What?" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in shock.

Dugu Bo had come a long way over the past few years. No longer considered the weakest among the Titled Douluos, his strength was vastly superior to before and even considered strongest when fighting against a group, of course below Super Douluo. And yet, he had been defeated so easily?

"The White Pontiff is said to wield flying swords. His abilities are unaffected by petrification or similar restrictions, and his attacks are incredibly swift and lethal. Even I doubt I could handle such a technique," Sword Douluo said, his voice heavy. "In terms of strength, he might even rival me."

Ning Rongrong's face shifted from surprise to skepticism. "Grandpa Bone, I'd have believe it if you told me someone stronger than Grandpa Sword was Wang Feng," she muttered under her breath.

Gu Rong: "..."

Chen Xin: "..."

Ning Fengzhi could only sigh. Four years ago, he had fabricated the story that Wang Feng would return after five years, hoping to gradually ease his daughter's attachment. Instead, her longing had only deepened over time.

To make matters worse, she had recently received two intricately carved wood figurines, seemingly crafted by Wang Feng himself. Now, her joy knew no bounds, and she eagerly counted the days until their supposed reunion. Ning Fengzhi, on the other hand, grew increasingly anxious, knowing that Wang Feng's return was a fiction.

Suddenly, a sharp glint appeared in Sword Douluo's eyes. 

"He's here," he said, his tone alert. His innate sensitivity to swords made him certain.

Moments later, a streak of black light tore through the sky at extreme speed and descended upon the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect's front courtyard.

The figure of the White Pontiff finally came into view.–

Ning Rongrong's first reaction was irritation. 

Another one wearing mask? she thought, frowning slightly. 

So pretentious! Is the Soul Hall trying to imitate Wang Feng now?

However, her expression changed the moment her eyes landed on the golden generation behind the White Pontiff—particularly on Yan. Her hands involuntarily clenched into fists. Yan's presence confirmed that the Soul Hall no longer cared about what had transpired in the Supreme Pontiff's Palace.

Unlike Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluos remained calm. They had already anticipated such developments.

"Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, Ning Fengzhi, greets the White Pontiff," Ning Fengzhi said, stepping forward with a slight bow. His tone was composed yet respectful.

As a figure of similar –stature to Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi didn't need to humble himself with a deeper bow. Even when addressing the Supreme Pontiff, his status granted him the privilege of such formality.

The Pontiff waved his hand dismissively. "Sect Master Ning, my purpose here is simple. Firstly, I come to visit. Secondly…" His voice deepened, and a faintly icy aura filled the air. "I seek guidance. Naturally, I –mean the strength of your sect's two Titled Douluos."

His words caused the courtyard to fall silent. The sect members were visibly stunned, and even Hu Liena and her companions appeared surprised.

Wang Feng's gaze, calm and unwavering, swept across the crowd. It was clear he intended to test the renowned Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect's strength directly.

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