Seven Treasure City.

This was one of the most prosperous and peaceful cities on the continent, protected by the second strongest sect. No one dared cause trouble here.

"Haah…"

On the city wall, a bored guard yawned. Sometimes too much peace makes people lazy.

"Hey, don't be so slack. Didn't the sect master always teach us to be vigilant even in peace?" his companion scolded.

"What's there to worry about? Our sect's so strong, who'd cause trouble? Besides, I'm always watching. You think someone could fly in while I nap?" The guard waved dismissively.

The next moment, a sudden gust blew, and a white light flashed past them, landing inside the sect before they could react.

This proved that even a moment's carelessness among guards could let a master sneak in without resistance.

Luckily, today's visitor wasn't an enemy—it was Tianlin, just returning home.

"So refreshing! My sword-riding speed is at least three times faster than before. Soul Sage is a real milestone!"

"Xiao Tian, you're back!"

A misty voice called out. As space twisted, Gu Rong, Chen Xin, and Ning Fengzhi appeared before Tianlin. Though Gu Rong still hadn't broken through to rank 97, as a Super Douluo, his spatial skills were ever more refined. Even Tianlin hadn't sensed the spatial fluctuation just now.

The three were all Titled Douluo, their senses far beyond ordinary disciples. The strongest, Chen Xin, immediately sensed a master of Titled Douluo level enter the sect—he had to come out and see.

He hadn't expected it would be his returning disciple. The aura proved Tianlin had passed his second Asura trial and reached a new realm.

"Yes, Master, Grandpa Bones, Uncle Ning, let's talk inside the main hall."

The plaza was full of people. Although they'd cleared out spies after the last incident, some bigmouths remained. Tianlin's soul ring configuration was too sensitive. When the soul hunting action began, he'd fully reveal his strength.

"Good, I have something to tell you too," Ning Fengzhi nodded, understanding Tianlin's concern. The four walked toward the main hall.

"Sword Brother!" As soon as they entered, Ning Rongrong rushed over—she and Gu Ran were there by Ning Fengzhi's arrangement.

Tianlin let her take his arm as they entered the hall, where he noticed a second sect master's seat.

Ning Fengzhi patted it. "Xiao Tian, this will be your seat from now on. As I promised, once you reached Soul Sage, you'd be a vice-sect master. So, when you left to hunt for your seventh ring, I had this seat made."

"Thank you, Uncle Ning. The seat is big enough for me and Rongrong to sit together," Tianlin joked.

"I wish it were smaller, so I could sit on your lap instead. Daddy's so stingy—won't let me change it," Rongrong pouted.

Her spoiled behavior made everyone shake their heads. Though Tianlin's guidance had curbed her wildness, he couldn't change that bit of willfulness. With so many Titled Douluo spoiling her, she could turn the whole city upside down and no one would complain.

With Tianlin's new Soul Sage power and Titled Douluo strength, she was cradled by six Titled Douluo-level supporters. No one dared scold her for a little willfulness.

"Boss, you succeeded, right?" Gu Ran asked excitedly.

Among the younger generation in the sect, only Ning Rongrong and he knew about Tianlin's divine trials. As a follower, he cared deeply, though he couldn't help much.

Tianlin smiled and nodded. Seven dazzling rings appeared—one yellow, two purple, two black, two red. Most eye-catching was the seventh, blood-red ring with four golden stripes, outshining the others.

"Gu Ran, this is a 460,000-year fierce beast ring. If you want, I'll help you get one too."

Gu Ran hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, I'm not worthy. If I reach Titled Douluo and get an eighty or ninety-thousand-year ninth ring like my master, I'll be satisfied."

Tianlin frowned. "Don't belittle yourself. With me here, at least one of your and Rongrong's future rings will be over one hundred thousand years."

"That's right, Gu Ran, don't underestimate my Sword Brother. He always keeps his promises," Rongrong said, fully trusting Tianlin.

Seeing them, Ning Fengzhi and the others felt proud. The younger generation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was growing.

With Tianlin at the head, what other power on the continent could match them among the young generation?

Spirit Hall's Golden Generation?

Just ordinary characters.

"All right, Xiao Tian, Rongrong, Gu Ran, I gathered you three for something important," Ning Fengzhi said seriously. "A few days ago, I received a letter for you, Xiao Tian, with no signature.

The messenger seemed to be a puppet under someone's control, only willing to hand the letter to you, me, or Sword Uncle."

"A letter with no signature?" Tianlin pondered. "Uncle Ning, is it intelligence about the soul hunting action?"

He thought of Hu Liena—she probably used her charm skill to control someone and send the letter.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Tianlin. "So, you already know who sent it? The plan inside is extremely detailed. I just want to ask: is this letter real?"

Tianlin nodded firmly. "Absolutely real. Don't worry, Uncle Ning."