Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

At this moment, Si Long hurried over from the blacksmiths' association, seemingly having noticed the commotion and coming to investigate.

Just as they turned the corner, they saw a scene of utter chaos, with all the Spirit Hall disciples subdued.

He immediately stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted slightly, and a look of shock and astonishment appeared on his face.

He quickly scanned the surroundings and spotted Lin Yao and the others, a thought forming in his mind.

As expected of a major power that produced advanced soul tool blueprints, they actually clashed directly with the Spirit Hall.

Thinking this, Si Long strode up to Lin Yao, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed, his tone carrying a hint of reminder:

"Young Master Lin, although Miles is a petty person and not worth mentioning, the Spirit Hall behind him is extremely powerful. If you make a move against him casually, it will easily bring trouble upon yourself."

Otherwise, given this despicable person's constant coveting of the association's assets and profits, and his harassing behavior at every turn, how could he have remained comfortably in the position of Hall Master of the Martial Soul Main Hall for so many years?

"He's just a clown, we can take him down. One Spirit Hall is nothing compared to the entire Spirit Hall, and it doesn't matter if there's a conflict."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yao waved his hand, his expression remaining calm, and said softly.

"As long as it's not our fault, the Spirit Hall won't use this as an excuse, nor does it want to. It's not that they don't want to, but that they can't."

Hearing Lin Yao's words, Si Long had various guesses in his mind, but dared not delve into them. He bowed even lower and quickly said:

"Lord Lin, your group will be purchasing forging ore next, right?"

Having lived in Gengxin City for many years, I am quite familiar with the ore market and know the details of each shop and the quality of the ore.

"Let me be your guide, so you can distinguish the quality of the ore and avoid being cheated or deceived by unscrupulous merchants in the city."

Lin Yao nodded slightly upon hearing this, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes: "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Silong."

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Subsequently, under Si Long's personal guidance, the group changed direction and continued their journey to the East City Mineral Market to purchase supplies. With Si Long, a master blacksmith, accompanying them throughout, they avoided countless detours and the hassle of careful selection. Si Long possessed an encyclopedic knowledge of the quality grades, origins, and market prices of various ores. He could discern the quality and value of ores at a glance, always accurately locating the forging materials Lin Yao and his group needed. Furthermore, leveraging his position as a high-ranking member of the Blacksmiths' Association, he could negotiate with shop owners to secure the fairest and most affordable prices for everyone, ensuring efficiency and reliability throughout the entire process.

Ning Rongrong's performance in the ore market astonished the well-informed Si Long, leaving him deeply impressed. In an old shop piled high with various raw stones and miscellaneous items, the air thick with the smell of ore mixed with dust, Ning Rongrong casually glanced at the stones piled in the corner, then pointed with her slender finger to several unremarkable black stones, their surfaces covered with grayish-black impurities and devoid of even a trace of soul power fluctuation, and said softly, "Mr. Si Long, could you please bring these stones over for me to examine?"

Si Long was filled with doubt, his brows furrowing slightly. In his eyes, these stones were just ordinary scraps, the kind no one would pick up if left on the roadside. They didn't look like they contained any rare minerals at all. But out of consideration for Lin Yao and respect for Ning Rongrong, he still stepped forward as instructed and bent down to pick up the black stones one by one. As soon as he held them, Si Long sensed something was wrong. The weight of these stones far exceeded that of ordinary stones; they were heavy and substantial. A sudden thought struck him, realizing that there was probably more to these stones than met the eye.

Ning Rongrong reached out and took a stone, her fingertips gently tracing its rough surface. A confident smile played on her lips as she softly said, "There should be something good hidden inside this stone." She then gestured to the shopkeeper to bring some chisels. The shopkeeper stood to the side, his face full of skepticism. After a moment's hesitation, he handed her a sharp chisel. Ning Rongrong took the chisel steadily, and with a light, precise tap, gently struck an inconspicuous spot on the stone's surface.

"Crack!" A crisp, light sound rang out, and the impurities and outer skin of the stone instantly shattered and fell off, revealing the fine-textured mineral inside, which shone with a warm and deep blue luster. The luster flowed under the light, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"The mother of deep-sea sunken silver!" Si Long's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock. The mother of deep-sea sunken silver is a core and rare material for forging high-level soul tools. It is extremely rare, one in ten thousand, and priceless. It is a treasure that countless blacksmiths dream of. He never expected that it would be hidden in such an inconspicuous piece of waste rock!

Next, Ning Rongrong picked up several more stones, flicked her wrist, and precisely struck with the chisel. Each strike was perfectly timed, avoiding the core of the ore, flawlessly peeling away the outer layer to extract the rare mineral inside. One rare mineral after another appeared: Cold Heart Iron Essence, Plate Gold, and the extremely rare meteorite iron from outer space—each a forging treasure that was hard to come by.

Si Long stood rooted to the spot, utterly stunned by the unbelievable scene before him. His mouth gaped open, unable to close for a long time, and a surge of admiration for Ning Rongrong welled up within him. As a grandmaster-level blacksmith, he had immersed himself in ore identification for decades, and his ability to distinguish ores was among the best in the continent. Yet, he couldn't determine from appearances alone that such precious ores were hidden among these worthless stones. For Ning Rongrong, such a young girl, to possess such extraordinary treasure-hunting abilities was truly unbelievable, nothing short of a miracle.

Later, when Si Long recounted Ning Rongrong's miraculous treasure-appraising skills at the ore market to Lou Gao, the master craftsman of the Blacksmith Association, word for word, the old man, who had devoted his life to forging and was accustomed to seeing rare treasures, was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. He paced back and forth in the forging room, his eyes filled with burning passion. He had already been itching to learn about the core array forging blueprints for soul tools left by Lin Yao, studying them day and night. Now, upon learning that Ning Rongrong possessed such amazing treasure-appraising abilities, he was filled with boundless anticipation for the cooperation with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. He couldn't wait to master all the exquisite techniques on the blueprints and forge an unprecedented top-tier soul tool.

Meanwhile, the news that Miles had been captured in public by Lin Yao and that the Martial Soul Hall of Gengxin City had lost face spread like wildfire, eventually reaching Martial Soul City, which was far away in the center of the continent.

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Inside the Pope's Hall of the Spirit Hall, the golden dome soared into the clouds, carved with intricate and sacred angelic patterns. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, refracting into a dazzling halo of light. The atmosphere within was solemn and heavy, as if even the air itself had solidified. Qian Renxue, dressed in a snow-white gown embroidered with holy angelic patterns outlined in gold thread, swayed gently in the wind, like a celestial being descended from the heavens. She sat quietly on a carved bench beside the Pope's throne, holding a newly arrived intelligence report in her slender hands. Her long, delicate fingers gently held the letter as she slowly read it. After finishing, a complex and unfathomable light flashed quickly in her clear and noble golden eyes—surprise, understanding, and a faint trace of helplessness.

"Lin Yao...you're still as flamboyant as ever." Qian Renxue murmured softly, her red lips slightly parted. Her voice was gentle yet carried a knowing glimpse of everything, and a faint, enigmatic smile slowly curved her lips. She knew Lin Yao's character all too well. With his strength and temperament, if he only wanted to quietly purchase ore in Gengxin City, he would never easily reveal his identity, much less provoke the Spirit Hall. He deliberately captured Miles in public, making the matter known to everyone, with only one purpose—to lure her to Gengxin City herself.

Beside him stood the Serpent Spear Douluo, She Long, clad in the Spirit Hall's standard armor, its surface gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. He stood bowing, his tone filled with both indignation and respect: "Your Highness, Miles has been incompetent and arrogant, daring to provoke a powerful enemy like Lin Yao. Now captured, he has utterly disgraced the Spirit Hall. Should I immediately send men to Gengxin City to rescue him and, incidentally, teach the ignorant Lin Yao a lesson, thus restoring the Spirit Hall's honor?"

Qian Renxue gently shook her head, slowly standing up. Her long white dress trailed on the ground, her posture upright, like an angel descending to earth, emanating a faint aura of holiness. "No need." Her voice was clear and firm, carrying an undeniable authority. "Lin Yao's strength is unfathomable. You may not be his match, especially since he has a Title Douluo like Meng Shu by his side. If we rashly send people there, we will only bring shame upon ourselves and needlessly weaken the Spirit Hall's power."

She paused, her golden gaze fixed on the direction of Gengxin City, a resolute look flashing in her eyes. Her tone was calm yet firm: "I will go there myself to handle this matter."

Upon hearing this, Serpent Spear Douluo She Long's expression changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward and urgently dissuaded her, saying, "Your Highness, your status is noble. You are the future heir of the Spirit Hall. It is far too dangerous for you to personally go to Gengxin City! Lin Yao and our Spirit Hall have a long-standing feud and are on opposing sides. If he were to harm you, I would be guilty beyond redemption!"

"He won't," Qian Renxue gently interrupted him, her golden eyes radiating absolute certainty, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "There are still some things between us that have been brewing for years, things that need to be clarified face to face." She knew perfectly well that Lin Yao had led her to Gengxin City not for war or conflict, but for a frank and open conversation. Over the years, they had stood on different sides, testing and guarding against each other, each harboring unresolved knots in their hearts. Now, it was time to untie those knots and speak everything openly.

The next day, Qian Renxue only brought Serpent Spear Douluo with her, riding on the Spirit Hall's exclusive flying soul tool. The soul tool emitted a pale golden halo, and they traveled day and night, rushing towards Gengxin City.

Upon arriving in Gengxin City, Qian Renxue did not immediately go to the Gengxin City Martial Soul Main Hall, nor did she consider rescuing the captured Miles. Instead, she immediately changed direction and headed to the Blacksmith Association. She felt no pity or concern for Miles, who was incompetent and only knew how to bully others. If it weren't for his remaining usefulness, she would never have appointed him as the Hall Master of the Gengxin City Martial Soul Main Hall. Now that he had offended Lin Yao, he had only brought trouble upon himself.

On the street outside the Blacksmiths' Association, pedestrians came and went in an endless stream. Qian Renxue's figure appeared slowly at the end of the street, like a celestial being descending to earth. Dressed in white, her temperament was pure and aloof, and she seemed to be enveloped in a faint halo, instantly attracting the attention of countless passersby. The noise on the street subtly diminished. As she walked step by step to the entrance of the Blacksmiths' Association, Lin Yao had already received the message through his subordinates and was waiting quietly in front of the association with Ning Rongrong, Long Gong Meng Shu, and others.

The moment their eyes met, an invisible current seemed to intertwine in the air, making the atmosphere subtle. Qian Renxue's gaze swept lightly over Lin Yao, finally settling on Ning Rongrong beside him. When she saw their hands clasped tightly together, a fleeting, almost imperceptible dimness and disappointment flashed in her golden eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by her usual calm and indifference, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Ning Rongrong keenly felt Qian Renxue's gaze upon her, a gaze that held a mixture of scrutiny and complexity. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on Lin Yao's hand, her fingertips slightly gripping, and looked up at Qian Renxue, her clear eyes filled with wariness and a subtle scrutiny. She could clearly sense that this woman before her, with her pure and holy aura and unparalleled beauty, posed a significant "threat" to her, a rival she couldn't afford to ignore.

Lin Yao noticed the tension and unease in Ning Rongrong's fingertips, and immediately reached out his other hand to gently pat the back of her hand, the warmth of his palm transferring to her as he soothed her with a gentle tone: "Rongrong, don't be afraid." Then, he turned to look at Qian Renxue, his expression calm, and said softly, "Sister Xue, it's been a long time."

Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly into a gentle smile, her voice soft and melodious: "Xiao Yao, how have you been?" Her gaze swept over the growing, whispering crowd, and she softened her tone, saying, "It's too crowded and noisy here; it's not convenient to talk. Let's find a quieter place to discuss some things. There's a secluded valley ten miles outside the city, with beautiful scenery and no one to disturb us. Why don't we go there to talk?"

Lin Yao nodded slightly, without the slightest hesitation: "Okay."

"Brother Yao!" Ning Rongrong immediately reached out and tightly grabbed Lin Yao's sleeve. Her small face was full of worry, and her eyes were filled with reluctance and unease. She was really worried about Lin Yao going to the remote valley alone with Qian Renxue.

Lin Yao slowly turned around, looking tenderly at Ning Rongrong. He reached out and gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind from her cheek. His gaze was sincere and firm as he looked earnestly into her eyes and said, "Rongrong, be good and wait for me here. I'm just talking to Sister Xue about some old things. I'll be back soon. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll never put myself in danger." His clear and resolute eyes carried a reassuring power, easing Ning Rongrong's worries somewhat.

Then, Lin Yao looked at Long Gong Meng Shu and She Po Chao Tianxiang beside him and solemnly instructed them, "Senior Meng Shu, Senior Chao Tianxiang, please take good care of Rongrong and her group. If there is any emergency, please alert me immediately, and I will rush back as soon as possible."

Long Gong Meng Shu remained calm and nodded slowly, his voice booming: "Young friend Lin, rest assured, with me and my wife here, we will ensure the safety of Miss Rongrong and the others. Even if it costs us our lives, we will not allow anyone to harm them in the slightest."

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