Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, Tang San is Tang San's Daughter

"If Xueye wants a pillar to protect the nation, I'll grant his wish."

If we can capture that girl with twin martial souls tomorrow...

Take her under our wing... Just think about it, with her talent, plus the resources we now control—resources that even the royal family envies—

"In thirty years, at most thirty years, she will become a Title Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent!"

Ning Zhen turned around, stared intently at his son, and said, word by word:

"By then, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will have a powerful expert with twin martial souls overseeing it."

With the Ancient Banyan Tree also achieving its title by then, combined with your support...

And what about the Heavenly Dou Royal Family?

Besides those useless swans, what else do they have?

"A contract? A martial spirit oath?" Ning Zhen scoffed disdainfully.

"By then, I'll be long gone and forgotten. In this world, only absolute strength is the only truth."

"Once that girl with twin martial souls grows up, will Xue Ye dare to come and ask us for a genius? He probably won't even be able to sit on the throne."

Ning Zhen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a chilling ambition:

"If we can really capture this genius... perhaps the Heavenly Dou Empire will belong to the Ning family in the future."

"Use his money from that snowy night to buy the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's territory; that's a sure-fire way to make a profit."

Hearing his father's outrageous words, Ning Fengzhi stared in shock, but then a similarly fervent flame ignited in the boy's eyes.

So that's how it is—openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass.

Moreover, he was also secretly looking forward to that genius, after all, she would most likely be his future wife...

……

At this very moment, on the highest terrace of the Papal Palace.

Chihiro was comfortably reclining on a luxurious chaise lounge, resting.

[Detection indicates that Emperor Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Empire and Ning Zhen, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, have reached a secret shady deal.]

[System Notification: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is plotting to use its target, Bibi Dong, to usurp power and establish the Ning Clan Empire.]

"Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter! They're truly a bunch of hidden talents!"

Qian Xunji laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was doubled over on the recliner.

This group of people really went to great lengths to fight for a Rakshasa goddess queen who was disguised as a six-year-old innocent girl.

The Snowy Night Emperor, believing himself to be infallible, schemed to gain something for nothing; Ning Zhen, thinking himself a man of great talent and ambition, plotted to usurp the throne.

But who could have imagined that the twin martial soul genius they regarded as the "foundation of their sect" and the "pillar of stability,"

In reality, he is an ultimate insane villain who was reborn with full-level hatred memories and almost slaughtered the entire continent in his previous life.

Should we take Bibi Dong back and nurture her as a foundation for our future?

Then I'll get Yu Xiaogang on board too, and I'll see what Ning Fengzhi chooses...

Chihiro even looked forward to what the future held.

"Oh dear, once you've placed your bets, it's over! Everyone, there's no going back..."

Chihiro swirled her wine glass, looking down at the embassy district below, each harboring their own secrets. The smile on her lips was even more sinister than that of Bibi Dong.

"Prepare more money, Sect Leader Ning. This Pope wishes the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... everlasting prosperity!"

Hehehe...

A night breeze stirred, and white hair fluttered in the wind. A shocking "black-hearted auction" that would scare the entire continent was about to officially begin in the morning sun.

......

The next morning,

The council chamber of the Papal Palace.

The once sacred and solemn hall was now filled with an oppressive atmosphere, like a powder keg about to explode.

The most powerful group of people on the entire continent stood on both sides, and if the eye contact between them could be put into action, the dome of this hall would probably have been riddled with holes long ago.

Qian Xunji, dressed in a dark gold papal robe, leaned lazily against the throne, his long, smooth, pale hair cascading over his shoulders. With his ambiguous smile, he looked exactly like the ultimate villain who held the power of life and death.

"Everyone, you're all here."

Qianxunji tapped the armrest lightly with her fingertips, the crisp tapping sound echoing in the hall, instantly silencing the whispers.

"Before we begin, let me set a rule."

Qian Xunji's smile vanished, a dangerous glint flashing in her dark purple eyes.

"Regardless of who gets this promising twin martial soul talent today, once they leave the Papal Palace, the deal is done."

"If anyone dares to resort to any underhanded tactics like murder, robbery, ambush, or assassination on the way..."

Qian Xunji's cold gaze swept across the faces of Yu Yuanzhen, Tang Zhen, and the others, his tone chilling:

"That's a slap in the face to my Spirit Hall!"

Once discovered, without the buyer even needing to complain, the other companies must join forces, along with my Spirit Hall.

"Take care of these rule-breaking bastards."

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the hall plummeted.

The leaders of the major powers all felt a chill; some of them had indeed entertained the wicked idea of ​​"destroying it if they can't buy it."

But Qian Xunji's words directly blocked any way out. Anyone who dared to make a move would become the common enemy of the other families.

It's an unspoken rule among different factions not to assassinate each other's geniuses.

In this world, integrity is paramount.

"His Holiness the Pope is right. Rules are rules, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is the first to agree." Ning Zhen touched the purple-gold storage ring in his pocket and loudly echoed with full confidence.

"Hmph, I, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, also swear that I will never stab you in the back."

Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly. He disdained to do such petty things; he was going to take it down honorably today.

Seeing that everyone had sworn an oath with their martial spirits to agree to this "peaceful development" treaty, Qian Xunji nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, to be fair, we won't have that kind of noisy, street-smart auction. We're all people of status, let's be dignified." Qian Xunji snapped his fingers.

Several cardinals immediately stepped forward with trays and gave each representative present a specially made parchment and a quill pen.

"Blind shooting".

Qian Xunji's lips curled into a sly capitalist smile. "Give everyone a piece of paper and write down the chips you can offer."

No whispering, no probing each other.

Once you've finished writing and handed it in, I'll only glance at it. Whoever offers the best price will get the player. No regrets once it's written, everyone.

This move can only be described as vicious.

In an open auction, you can watch your opponents' bottom line and gradually raise the price, but a blind auction is practically a psychological battleground.

If you write too little, you're afraid someone else will steal your work; if you write too much, you're afraid of being taken advantage of.

For a moment, the only sound in the hall was the scratching of quills on parchment.

Sweating profusely, Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth and wrote down on the paper the three top-grade lightning-attribute mimicry training grounds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, along with five million gold soul coins and a 50,000-year-old soul bone.

After finishing writing it, he even had the illusion that he had sold off a third of the sect.