Chapter 59: Made a Killing!

Was the Six Styles cultivation method given by Dai Mubai incorrect?

No, it was correct.

But few could successfully cultivate it.

And those who did were all powerhouses at the Soul Sage level or above.

Spending time cultivating the Six Styles was simply not as practical as increasing soul power…

This loss, they could only swallow bitterly without complaint.

"Apologies, Third Prince. My daughter—"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish, Dai Mubai waved his hand nonchalantly and interrupted him.

"Sect Master Ning, Rongrong and I share a sibling-like bond. She is naturally lively and cheerful, so I don't mind her occasional questioning."

For some reason, Ning Rongrong felt like Dai Mubai was insulting her, but she had no proof.

Wait, what did Dai Mubai just say? A sibling-like bond? Since when did their relationship become so close?

However, Ning Rongrong didn't notice the twitching expressions on Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's faces.

Good grief, a so-called "sibling-like bond."

Didn't they know what the Star Luo Royal Family was like?

Sibling rivalry and fratricide were the norm…

But since he said he didn't mind, they wouldn't pursue this matter any further.

"As for the Rasengan, this self-created soul skill includes both the tree climbing and water walking techniques. To exchange for it, you need a hundred-thousand-year soul bone with dragon bloodline."

As soon as Dai Mubai finished speaking, Ning Rongrong angrily shouted.

"Why don't you just go rob someone?!"

A hundred-thousand-year soul bone, and it had to have a dragon bloodline? That was simply impossible!

Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo combined might not be able to defeat a soul beast with a dragon bloodline that was a hundred-thousand years old.

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, taking such a risk for the Rasengan was out of the question.

Besides, even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had such a soul bone, would they willingly trade it for a self-created soul skill?

"I'm already robbing…"

Dai Mubai muttered softly. Robbing the richest sect in the world was far better than robbing others.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong: "…"

Good grief, he actually admitted it!

Ning Fengzhi sighed. He truly wanted to bring these self-created soul skills back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. However, the sect was "poor!"

The Rasengan was out of the question for now. Better to negotiate for the Six Styles first.

A hundred-thousand-year soul bone? They really couldn't produce one.

"Third Prince, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can accept your exchange request."

At this point, Ning Fengzhi paused and then continued.

"However, soul bones of thirty-thousand years and above are also treasures. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cannot produce that many in such a short time."

"How about this: for the Six Styles, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will exchange one fifty-thousand-year soul bone and thirty million gold soul coins."

Soul bones of thirty-thousand years and above were valued between three million to ten million gold soul coins.

Currently, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's inventory only had one fifty-thousand-year soul bone. They had nothing more.

Soul bones weren't cabbages. Even with their wealth, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect didn't have many.

One fifty-thousand-year soul bone? And thirty million gold soul coins right away?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really was rich and imposing.

Ning Fengzhi's offer was actually quite fair.

But Dai Mubai still wasn't satisfied.

Six thirty-thousand-year soul bones turned into one fifty-thousand-year soul bone?

And gold soul coins? Did Dai Mubai look like someone short on gold soul coins?

While he couldn't produce that much money immediately, a few tens of thousands of gold soul coins were within his means.

Dai Mubai shook his head and calmly said.

"Add two thirty-thousand-year soul bones…"

That was his bottom line!

"One!"

Ning Fengzhi replied firmly.

"Pleasure doing business."

"Pleasure doing business."

Both sides felt like they had struck an incredible deal, though neither knew who had suffered the greater loss.

Ning Fengzhi directly took out two soul bones and several black gold cards from his spatial soul tool.

To be honest, this expenditure was a bit overwhelming for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It wasn't the thirty million gold soul coins but the two soul bones.

The fifty-thousand-year soul bone was one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's heritage soul bones, kept by the sect master.

The thirty-thousand-year soul bone had just been acquired at an auction. It hadn't even warmed up in their inventory before ending up in Dai Mubai's pocket.

Ning Fengzhi felt a little reluctant. Gold soul coins could always be earned back, but once soul bones were gone, they were gone forever!

Meanwhile, Dai Mubai also took out some papers from his spatial soul tool, on which the Six Styles cultivation methods were written.

Originally, he had intended to bring this back to the Star Luo Empire to hand over to his father, the Star Luo Emperor.

This would have added some heritage to the royal family, ensuring they wouldn't lose the throne in another ten thousand years and end up as a duke… To hell with being a duke!

A boss becoming a mere worker?

With the terrifying power of the Evil Eyed White Tiger Martial Soul, if children started body training young, they could barely meet the standard for cultivating the Six Styles by level 50 or so.

"Young ones! Only by enduring the greatest hardships can you reach the pinnacle!"

Dai Mubai had no idea that his decision today would end up tormenting countless future generations!

After the trade, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin didn't linger. Ning Rongrong's temperament could use some tempering at Shrek Academy.

Even Chen Xin didn't mention bringing Ning Rongrong back.

Ning Rongrong: So love really does fade, huh?

When Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Bone Douluo Gu Rong was already waiting in the main hall.

Before he could even ask why Ning Rongrong hadn't returned…

"Uncle Bone, you're here just in time. Take a look at this."

As Ning Fengzhi spoke, he handed the papers to Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

Gu Rong glanced at Chen Xin in confusion, then at Ning Fengzhi, who looked visibly excited, before finally focusing on the papers in his hand.

"Moonwalk? At a speed of…"

"Iron Body?"

Before long, Gu Rong's eyes widened in astonishment, and he asked Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, where did you get this? The person who created these soul skills is an absolute genius!"

"They combine soul power application with physical strength. Even without using martial souls, they can still unleash incredible power."

"This is a godsend for Beast Martial Soul Masters!"

"The stronger the body and soul power, the greater the resulting strength. Once I master these Six Styles, even the Swordman may not be my match!"

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened as he listened. A godsend for Beast Martial Soul Masters?

Wait, what did he mean by "the stronger the body and soul power, the greater the strength?"

"Uncle Bone, there's no issue with these self-created soul skills, right?"

Ning Fengzhi asked hesitantly.

"No issues! None at all. They're extremely detailed!"

"These soul skills put me to shame as a Rank 95 Titled Douluo in terms of physical power!"

Bone Douluo exclaimed excitedly, completely missing the changing expressions on Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin's faces…

(End of Chapter)