Chapter 7: Nine Treasures Glazed Sect

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect stood within the vast lands of the Tianhun Empire, its foundation rooted deep in history.

At its heart lay Jiubao City, a metropolis that shone like a jewel in the night. Once known as Qibao City, it had been destroyed in the Soul Hunting Operation of the Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. But from the ashes, it was rebuilt—stronger, grander, and renamed Jiubao by the sect's leaders.

Generations of masters had worked tirelessly, expanding and modernizing the city. Now, it stood as a magnificent fusion of ancient tradition and cutting-edge soul guide technology.

"Is this… Jiubao City?"

Jun Ting's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

The towering city walls exuded an ancient, unshakable aura, yet beyond them, the city glowed brilliantly, its skyline filled with high-rise buildings. The streets stretched broad and orderly, some main roads spanning more than ten meters wide—far beyond anything he had ever seen.

And the lights—thousands of them illuminated the city like a sea of stars, reflecting off the sleek, modern structures.

"Heh, quite the sight, isn't it?"

Ye Xuanji chuckled as he stroked his white beard, watching his disciple's stunned expression.

"This city was built with inspiration from Mingdu, the Sun and Moon Empire's capital. The development of soul guides didn't just change the world—it revolutionized it. And for our sect, it was nothing short of a blessing."

Jun Ting took a deep breath, still overwhelmed.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect—a sect wealthy enough to rival an empire—had transformed its city into something beyond imagination.

And now, he would become part of it.

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Riding the Star Saint Sword, they soared toward the heart of Jiubao City.

But just as they crossed the sect's core boundary, a sudden chill gripped Jun Ting's spine.

Something was watching him.

A silent, invisible force descended like a blade at his throat—sharp, merciless, suffocating.

His entire body tensed.

Before he could even react, Ye Xuanji flicked his wrist, summoning a sect token. A wave of soul power pulsed from it, and in the next instant, a golden insignia flared in the sky.

The pressure vanished.

Jun Ting gasped for breath.

"That… what was that?"

"The defensive formation of Jiubao City," Ye Xuanji said calmly. "Without proper authorization, even a Titled Douluo would be executed on the spot."

Jun Ting swallowed hard.

Even a Titled Douluo wouldn't survive?

Just how powerful was this Nine Treasures Glazed Sect?

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They landed in the sect's inner grounds, where the legendary Nine Treasures Pagoda towered above them.

The grand halls and pavilions stretched across the landscape, graceful yet imposing, each structure a perfect blend of power and elegance. The gardens were immaculately maintained, with stone pathways weaving between crystal-clear streams and carved rock formations.

Jun Ting followed his master until they reached a set of massive statues.

He stopped in his tracks.

Two colossal figures, each ten meters tall, stood before him.

One held a sword, his posture exuding absolute dominance. The other cradled a bone dragon, his expression filled with cunning wisdom.

"Master… these are…"

Ye Xuanji's voice softened.

"Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo."

Jun Ting's eyes flickered with realization.

The two legendary guardians of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect—Titled Douluo who had perished ten thousand years ago, sacrificing themselves to protect Tang San, the Sea God. Their remains were buried beneath these statues, forever watching over the sect they once served.

"And these statues…" Ye Xuanji continued, "were designed by Ning Rongrong herself."

Jun Ting studied them carefully.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong had a skeletal frame, his sunken features making him look almost ghostly. Yet the coiling bone dragon around him gave off an overwhelming sense of strength and unpredictability.

Meanwhile, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood tall and dignified, his Seven Killing Sword radiating an aura of sheer supremacy. His long flowing robes, piercing gaze, and unshaken stance made him seem like a sword immortal descended to earth.

Yet despite their differences, the two statues faced the same direction—

Toward the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

Standing as eternal guardians.

"Come."

Ye Xuanji turned away. "The Sect Master is waiting."

Jun Ting followed, but a question lingered in his mind.

"Master… why aren't there statues of Ning Rongrong and Oscar?"

Just as they reached the entrance of the Meeting Hall, a calm voice answered him from within.

"Because that… was their choice."

The doors swung open, revealing a grand chamber where eight figures were seated.

At the center sat a middle-aged man with long, flowing black hair, his white robes pristine and flawless. His face was refined—like a jade carving, his expression gentle yet unreadable.

Jun Ting immediately bowed.

"Sect Master."

The man studied him briefly before nodding.

"A child of destiny… truly a talent among men."

He turned to Ye Xuanji and smiled.

"Uncle Ye, it seems you've chosen well."

Ye Xuanji let out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! Of course!"

The other seven elders also nodded approvingly.

One by one, Jun Ting learned their names.

Eight Supreme Elders. Eight Titled Douluo.

Ye Xuanji—Level 97 Star Sword Douluo, Martial Soul: Star Saint Sword.

Zhiyong—Level 96 Azure Douluo, Martial Soul: Azure Ivy.

Wu Yan—Level 95 Red Dragon Douluo, Martial Soul: Red Dragon.

Bai Sheng—Level 95 Sky Furnace Douluo, Martial Soul: Sky Star Furnace.

Zhang Ming—Level 94 Demon Douluo, Martial Soul: Dream Demon.

Taiyu—Level 93 Qianjun Douluo, Martial Soul: Powerful Orangutan.

Yang Zihan—Level 93 Soul Breaking Douluo, Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear.

Qinglan—Level 92 Azure Luan Douluo, Martial Soul: Blue Sky Azure Luan.

Jun Ting's heart pounded.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect… was far more powerful than he had imagined.

And now, he had stepped into its very heart.

(End of Chapter)

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