Douluo Jueshi: Who made him a soul mentor?

When Wang Chen heard Wang Yan tell him to deepen his relationship with Meng Hongchen, he almost thought he had misheard.

However, upon further reflection, Wang Chen realized something was amiss.

Now that the Wang family had sided with the Second Prince, and he, as a direct descendant of the Wang family, was now to deepen his relationship with Meng Hongchen of the Hongchen family鈥?,"Wouldn't it be hard for outsiders to misunderstand that the Hongchen family, the Wang family, and the Second Prince were connected?

Wang Chen immediately understood why Wang Yan wanted him to deepen his connection with Meng Hongchen; this was clearly an attempt to drag the Hongchen family into the water.

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However, Wang Chen looked at Wang Yan lying on the recliner, appearing disinterested, and even summoning him only to give him a single instruction before telling him to leave.

He didn't seem to value it much, which made Wang Chen feel somewhat puzzled.

However, the time and place were not right at the moment, and Wang Chen could only suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being.

Wang Chen's mind raced, but his expression didn't reveal any flaws; instead, he appropriately showed a surprised and puzzled look.

Wang Chen's large black eyes were clear and bright as he asked Wang Yan with a puzzled expression, "Grand Ancestor, this鈥?"

Wang Yan lay on the recliner, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Wang Chen's confused appearance, tapping his fingers on the armrest, making crisp sounds.

Originally, he hated explaining things to others, but then he thought that Wang Chen was just a boy not yet twelve years old.

So, he patiently explained a bit more, "Just go to the Hongchen family and find that little girl Meng Hongchen."

After saying that, Wang Yan waved his hand at Wang Chen, signaling him to leave, clearly not intending to keep Wang Chen for long.

Seeing Wang Yan's disinterest and his gesture to send him away, Wang Chen also didn't plan to stay any longer.

He cupped his fist in salute to Wang Yan, making a show of respect, said, "Grandson takes his leave," and then left the main hall.

After Wang Chen left, Wang Yan got up from the recliner and took out a green pill full of vitality from his storage soul tool, swallowing it.

After taking the pill, Wang Yan's old and wrinkled face became rosy.

Wang Yan looked at Wang Chen's departing young figure, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of reminiscence.

Once upon a time, he was as young as Wang Chen.

But in the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed, youth was gone, black hair had turned white, and his once straight body had become hunched, his skin dry and inelastic; he had become old and frail.

As Wang Chen's great-grandfather, he was already one hundred and seven years old.

Although he was a peak Soul Douluo, he could clearly feel it.

His body could only live for another five years, even if he took some pills made from medicinal materials containing vitality, he would only live three or four years longer.

If a Soul Master doesn't break through to become a Titled Douluo, then their lifespan is about the same as ordinary people.

Moreover, when he was young, he was suave and indulged in pleasure, consuming a lot of energy, and even if he took pills to replenish it later, he couldn't completely recover.

If he wanted to break the limit of his lifespan, he had to become a Titled Douluo.

However, as time passed day by day, his body became older and older, and his energy declined day by day.

Wang Yan's chances of breaking through to become a Titled Douluo became increasingly slim because he needed to condense a Soul Core to break through to become a Titled Douluo.

And without strong enough spiritual power and a strong physique, one couldn't withstand the powerful impact of condensing a Soul Core.

With his physical condition, it was almost impossible to condense a Soul Core and break through to become a Titled Douluo.

So, the end of his life was approaching.

No one can ignore the pressure of life and death.

As an eighth-level Soul Tool Master and a Marquis, Wang Yan was obsessed with everything in this world; he didn't want to die.

Therefore, he went mad; he bet the family, bet everything he had, to support the prince in becoming emperor, so as to use the royal family's top resources to break through to become a Titled Douluo and extend his life.

In order to break through, he could use any means.

Whoever stood in his way, he would kill!

鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?鈥?,"At the same time, in the Hongchen family.

After Meng Hongchen happily finished her breakfast, she put on makeup and dressed up.

She put on white silk stockings on her straight, beautiful legs, delicate little feet in black leather shoes, and a blue dress on her petite figure.

She happily left the Hongchen family and walked towards the most prosperous commercial street in Mingdu, not far from her home.

However, after Meng Hongchen left the Hongchen family, a middle-aged woman wearing soul tool armor and with an ordinary appearance followed behind her.

This woman was the Number Three arranged by Jing Hongchen to be responsible for protecting Meng Hongchen and preventing Meng Hongchen from meeting Wang Chen.

Number Three was extremely strong, her cultivation had reached the Soul Saint realm, and she was also a seventh-level Soul Tool Master, a talent that Jing Hongchen had cultivated since childhood.

If it weren't for the recent unfavorable situation, coupled with Meng Hongchen's fondness for running to the Wang family, and Jing Hongchen's fear of being involved in the imperial struggle.

He would never have arranged for a Soul Saint-level expert to protect his granddaughter.

Soul Saint-level experts were scarce, and they were high-level talents in any country.

Don't look at Jing Hongchen as the Dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy and the Head of the Hall of Enlightenment. But the number of high-level experts he truly controlled was not large.

High-level researchers with strong strength in the Hall of Enlightenment and Soul Saint and Soul Douluo teachers in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy did not belong to Jing Hongchen but to the Sun Moon Empire.

It was only because Jing Hongchen was appointed by His Majesty the Emperor as the Head of the Hall of Enlightenment and the Dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy that he became the superior of these people.

Therefore, the experts from the academy and the Hall of Enlightenment only listened to his orders. If one day Jing Hongchen was dismissed, then these experts would no longer listen to him.

The public talents and the family talents had to be calculated separately.

If one day, Jing Hongchen wanted to do something rebellious, then he would not dare to use the experts from the Hall of Enlightenment and the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Master Academy at all, because these people might turn around and deal with him.

And Jing Hongchen would truly trust talents like Number Three, who he had cultivated from childhood to adulthood.

Meng Hongchen glanced at Number Three, who was following her closely behind, and thought to herself, "Don't think that just because you won't let me see Brother Wang Chen, I have no way to contact him, hmph!"

Soon, Meng Hongchen arrived at the most prosperous commercial street in Mingdu. After wandering around for a while, she stopped at a luxuriously decorated place called "Hundred Treasures Pavilion."

The Hundred Treasures Pavilion was a place dedicated to serving Soul Tool Masters.

The business was very simple, usually buying and selling various medicinal materials, soul beasts, rare metals, and soul tools.

At the same time, it also held auctions, once a month. At the auction, there were various high-level soul tools, cutting-edge core array blueprints, and top-quality rare metals, which could be called a feast for soul tool masters.

In Mingdu, the Hundred Treasures Pavilion was also extremely famous, but few people knew that behind the Hundred Treasures Pavilion were those few ninth-level Soul Tool Masters in the Hall of Enlightenment.