Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is Golden Light, all I want is more money.

Chapter 18 The Nobles' Dirty Methods

"make a deal!"

Ning Rongrong thought it was something else entirely, but when she heard it was money, she immediately patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she handed Zhang Zhiwei a gold card.

"Hiss~"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes lit up; this was a gold card worth 100,000 gold soul coins!

How many resources can that buy?

Seeing his greedy look, Ning Rongrong smiled smugly.

Zhang Zhiwei took the gold card, carefully placed it into his soul tool, and then solemnly said, "Alright, from now on you are the number 3 member of our Beast Squad!"

"Huh? Why is it number 3?"

Ning Rongrong immediately had a bad feeling.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled slightly: "Because our team currently consists of just the three of us: you, me, and Yiran."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong instantly felt as if she had been tricked and deceived.

At this moment, Meng Yiran, who was standing to the side with her arms crossed, glanced at her and said irritably, "Don't think you're at a disadvantage. The team champion of this competition will have a thousand-year-old soul bone."

Based on her understanding of Zhang Zhiwei, she knew that he was most likely going to sell the soul bone, and the only wealthy person present was Ning Rongrong.

I really don't know how he managed to save any money all these years, since he basically lived off the academy's resources. I wonder where all that money went.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's mood brightened as if the rain had stopped and she smiled faintly.

Afterwards, everyone went to the preparation hall together.

There were relatively few people in the hall at that time, with only two lines sitting on the central sofa waiting.

The central sofa is several meters long and can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

Beside each team, there were two or three hot, pretty maids in black stockings serving tea and water.

This made Zhang Zhiwei sigh, "Only royalty and nobility know how to enjoy life."

Little did they know, all of this was merely an illusion.

This kind of thing can be kept secret from others, but it can't be kept from Long Gong, who has been in the world of soul masters for sixty years.

Upon seeing this, Meng Shu immediately understood the situation, and cursed inwardly, "Damn bastard, using such a dirty and shameless trick!"

He then instructed Zhang Zhiwei, "Zhiwei, you must not have any contact with the maids provided, and you must not drink any of the wine."

Seeing his master's serious expression, Zhang Zhiwei nodded, though he didn't understand.

Then Meng Shu took Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran with him and walked towards the reception room next door.

In an instant, the original trio was reduced to just Zhang Zhiwei.

The other Soul Masters in the hall, seeing the famous Dragon Lord Meng Shu leave, also gathered around out of curiosity.

A short-haired man, as muscular as a gorilla, spoke first: "Dude, are you from the Beast Academy?"

"Yes, who are you?" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

The man suddenly smiled sheepishly and extended his hand to Zhang Zhiwei: "Hello, I'm Tailong from Blue Tyrant Academy. This is the first time I've ever met a Soul Master taller than me."

You should know that his martial soul is the Great Ape, and the martial soul factor naturally makes him much stronger than other soul masters of the same age.

The Soul Master in front of him was actually taller than him and looked much younger.

How could this not pique Tyrone's curiosity?

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly: "Hello, I am Zhang Zhiwei."

"By the way, let me introduce you. These are Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, and Jiang Zhu."

Tyrone pointed at the three of them with great enthusiasm and said.

One person was emaciated, another was tall and slender, and the third was beautiful.

After the group exchanged greetings...

"By the way, what's your martial soul?"

Tyrone asked, somewhat impatiently.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and refused, saying, "I'm sorry, it's a secret about martial spirits, I can't disclose it."

Tailong realized this and suddenly slapped himself, startling Jingling and the others beside him.

"Sorry, I forgot this is an exhibition match. My apologies."

Zhang Zhiwei replied calmly, "It's alright."

Just as the group was chatting, two maids suddenly approached Zhang Zhiwei, holding several cups of wine, and smiled gently: "Soul Master, have a drink to quench your thirst."

If it were anyone else, they would probably have fallen for such a seductive trap long ago.

But who is Zhang Zhiwei?

He glanced at it briefly, then coldly shouted, "Get out!"

The two maids were so frightened that they fled in panic.

If Zhang Zhiwei hadn't noticed the maids' subtle movements earlier, he probably wouldn't have reacted by now.

This isn't proper maid service at all; the real purpose of this preparation hall isn't for the athletes to rest.

It was practically a trap.

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The true intentions of those princes and nobles in arranging these things were truly painstaking!

Train some beautiful and well-proportioned maids, and then have them serve these talented and powerful male soul masters.

Once the aphrodisiac is smuggled into the wine, won't they be able to do whatever they want with it?

When the time comes, having a child through artificial insemination will be a piece of cake!

Meanwhile, those nobles and royalty could obtain a child with a mid-to-high grade or even top-grade martial soul and great potential without lifting a finger.

They might even use your child to blackmail you in the future, and even if they can't blackmail you, they can still raise a Soul Master with the exact same bloodline as you.

This is simply outrageous!

All I can say is that these nobles' methods are truly despicable.

No wonder Master Long was so angry when Zhang Zhiwei entered the hall.

Although Zhang Zhiwei saw through the essence of the matter, Tailong and the others were not so clever. They picked up their wine glasses and prepared to drink them down in one gulp.

"Don't drink it!"

Fortunately, Zhang Zhiwei reminded him quickly enough.

Tailong and the others then refrained from drinking any alcohol.

"What's wrong with Zhang Zhiwei? Is the wine not good?"

Tyrone, puzzled, asked.

Zhang Zhiwei whispered it to the others.

Tyrone, still shaken, said, "That scared me to death! Thank goodness you reminded me."

Jing Ling and Huang Yuan also thanked Zhang Zhiwei.

Jiangzhu turned pale with fright. She was the only female soul master present. If she had actually drunk it, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Tyrone patted his chest and said respectfully, "Zhang Zhiwei, thank you very much. Please feel free to ask us for help in the future."

As he finished speaking, Tyrone was burning with rage. How dare the nobles of Barak scheme against their Power Clan!

If I had actually drunk it just now, and if the martial spirit inherited by my clan were passed down, would my clan still be the clan of strength?

It should be noted that the more prestigious a Soul Master clan is, the more it values ​​bloodline inheritance, and intermarriage with other clans is extremely rare.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a clan power in the Soul Master world, is an auxiliary sect. When forced to do so, they can only find a Soul Master from another clan to marry into the sect.

"Clap clap clap!"

Suddenly, the sound of applause rang out.

"Young man, you have excellent eyesight; you saw through Barak's conspiracy at a glance."

The speaker was a richly dressed, handsome man with a full head of blond hair.

Tailong and his companions frowned, having no idea who this person was.

The blond man seemed to ignore their intentions.

"Young man, may I introduce myself? My surname is Xue."

(End of this chapter)