Chapter Twenty-Seven: Nine-Heart Blood Begonia vs. The Coffin Bearer
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Xu Sheng revealed a dazzling smile and spoke in a calm voice. “Miss, I’m here to participate in a spirit battle, not to watch one!”
Were all the young women in this world of spirit masters this beautiful? At times like this, acting aloof was the most effective way to attract someone.
That was the first rule of flirting Xu Sheng had deduced from his own virgin complex.
Upon hearing this, the female attendant covered her mouth and gave an elegant laugh. Her expression then turned solemn as she warned him, “Little brother, you’re not joking with me, are you? How old are you? People can die in spirit battles!”
Xu Sheng raised his hand and summoned the Nine-Hearted Blood Begonia, which seethed with scarlet blood energy. Four black spirit rings slowly emerged beneath his feet.
“Miss, I’m serious. I’m not joking with you.”
The four pitch-black spirit rings shimmered around Xu Sheng. The female attendant’s expression changed drastically, and she instinctively staggered back a step.
Shock appeared on her face as she stammered, “W-What?! This little brother is already a Soul Ancestor with four rings! And—and…”
As she continued, a trace of fear entered her voice. “And all four of his spirit rings are ten-thousand-year rings! Just how terrifying is this child?”
Every spirit master on the continent knew the taboo. A spirit master’s first spirit ring generally could not exceed six hundred years of cultivation. If one absorbed a spirit ring beyond that limit, the spirit master’s body would be unable to withstand the pressure and would explode!
Yet this child’s very first spirit ring was a ten-thousand-year ring. Such a thing had never been seen anywhere on the entire continent!
And the person capable of nurturing such a terrifying child had to possess an extraordinarily powerful background.
Seeing the woman’s astonished expression, Xu Sheng was not surprised. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “Miss, can you register my information now? I told you—I’m not here to watch.”
The woman suppressed her surprise and answered as gently as possible, “Of course. However, registering your information requires a fee of ten gold soul coins…”
Even with the professional composure instilled by their rigorous training, she still felt that everything that had just happened was far too surreal.
When Xu Sheng heard the words “gold soul coins,” his expression suddenly became awkward.
Come to think of it, hadn’t Bibi Dong given him any gold soul coins? How was he supposed to enjoy himself like this?
The perceptive female attendant noticed his embarrassment and very politely suggested, “Little brother, you didn’t bring any gold soul coins, did you? If that’s the case, I can…”
If she could pay the fee for such a handsome little brother, it would be worth it even if she never got the money back!
Xu Sheng awkwardly scratched his hair as he looked at the woman. Just as he was about to thank her, Qi Ruo walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder.
Xu Sheng turned around and saw Qi Ruo take a black card from his pocket and hand it to him. “Xu Sheng, His Holiness the Pope specifically instructed me to give this to you. It contains one hundred thousand gold soul coins. That should be enough for your expenses!”
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Xu Sheng accepted the black card. “As expected of Bibi Dong—she really is meticulous. I actually thought she hadn’t prepared anything just now. Looks like I misunderstood her.”
He examined the black card. Aside from its exceptionally distinctive patterns, it did not seem particularly special.
Only the female attendant behind the counter drew a sharp breath when she saw it. Today, she had truly struck the jackpot.
She had just witnessed something astonishing, and now something even more explosive had appeared. If any more surprises came her way, her heart probably would not be able to take it.
Suspicion flashed through her eyes. “This card… This card can only be used by His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall! Could this child and this middle-aged man be…”
Even if they were not His Holiness the Pope’s trusted aides, they must have an extremely close connection with him.
No wonder the child’s spirit-ring configuration was so terrifying. Everything made sense now.
Xu Sheng handed the black card to the female attendant. “Miss, is this enough?”
Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head and refused it. When she saw the confusion covering Xu Sheng’s face, she hurriedly explained, “Little brother, this card belongs exclusively to His Holiness the Pope, so all service fees are waived!”
Since that was the case, Xu Sheng withdrew the black card and shrugged lazily. “So that’s how it is. Having high status really is convenient.”
The woman tapped several keys on the computer before asking warmly, “Little brother, please tell me your name, title, spirit-power rank, and the type of spirit battle you wish to participate in.”
Xu Sheng thought for a moment before murmuring, “Xu Sheng. My title will be the Nine-Hearted Blood Begonia. Spirit power, forty-ninth rank…”
He certainly was not foolish enough to announce that he was a Titled Douluo. If he did, the entire spirit arena probably would not be able to find a single opponent worthy of fighting him.
Besides, then he would never experience the pleasure of beating people without even using his martial soul…
Tang San, the son of Tang Hao, had never learned any of these flashy tricks. Somehow, Xu Sheng had mastered all of them instead.
After a while, the woman successfully entered Xu Sheng’s information into the computer. She reminded him, “All set. Your registration has been completed! You’re participating in a one-on-one spirit battle. You can wait in the rest area for further notice.”
“Thank you, miss.”
Xu Sheng nodded, replied politely, and then turned toward Qi Ruo.
The female attendant’s beautiful eyes lingered on Xu Sheng’s departing figure before she let out a helpless sigh.
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After sitting with Xu Sheng in the rest area for a while longer, Qi Ruo glanced at the sky and realized that afternoon was approaching. He turned to Xu Sheng beside him and said apologetically, “Xu Sheng, now that you’ve successfully registered, I should be heading back.”
Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. “Instructor Qi Ruo, weren’t you going to let Xie Yue and the others rest?”
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He now understood why Xie Yue complained so bitterly about this man.
Everything he said was practically the same as farting!
It was easy to imagine that Xie Yue and the other two had surely experienced the journey from hope to despair more than once.
Qi Ruo swallowed awkwardly after being confronted so directly. He did not know how to explain himself. “Ahem… That’s what I said, but I’m worried their cultivation will fall behind. I’m sure they’ll understand my good intentions.”
Xu Sheng waved his hand without changing expression. “Then go ahead, Instructor Qi Ruo.”
Poor Xie Yue and the others were about to begin another round of their studies.
Qi Ruo nodded, stood up straight, and quickly left.
Not long afterward, an energetic male voice rang throughout the rest area.
“We now interrupt the schedule for a one-on-one spirit battle! The Nine-Hearted Blood Begonia will face the Coffin Bearer! Both contestants, please proceed immediately to the Third Spirit Arena!”
Upon hearing this, Xu Sheng, who had been sprawled in his chair the entire time, slowly stretched and muttered, “Is it finally my turn? But the Coffin Bearer? Could he be one of the people who registered for the seven-on-seven spirit battle earlier?”
Before registering, he had happened to encounter a team of seven. Their bizarre team name had seemed to be something like the Seven Coffin Bearers.
Xu Sheng shook his head and put the matter aside before swiftly making his way toward the Third Spirit Arena.
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Inside the Third Spirit Arena, the spectators looked toward the man who was slowly stepping onto the spirit-battle platform. Clad in a black robe, he radiated an imposing kingly aura, and the crowd immediately began discussing him animatedly.
A man exclaimed, “The Coffin Bearer? Is that the guy who can summon monsters from a coffin?”
The woman beside him nodded, fear appearing on her face. She lowered her voice and said, “That’s right, that’s right. I heard the monsters summoned from his coffin are incredibly difficult to kill. None of his opponents in the previous matches survived!”
Another spectator spoke with a mocking expression. “I’ve never even heard of this Nine-Hearted Blood Begonia. He’s probably a newcomer. Running into a terrifying opponent like the Coffin Bearer can only mean he has terrible luck!”
“Just watch. That fellow is definitely going to be torn to pieces by the Coffin Bearer’s monsters!”
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