Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [492] (Patreon)

How God of Killing handled Tang San, Tang Chen, and the others was no longer Chen Ming’s concern. Now, Chen Ming had to deal with matters on the continent.

Since revealing the god trial and his second martial soul that day, Chen Ming had become the center of attention across the land. Only a day or two had passed, but he could already feel his daily faith power had doubled.

Though not everyone privy to this secret would become a believer, and only a select few knew about it, the problem was that this select group was at the very top of the Douluo Continent. Even if each one contributed only a little faith, the total was enormous.

After Chen Ming and Dugu Bo were exposed, within just a few days, several soul master families and sects quietly approached Dugu Bo to discuss allegiance. Top sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Star Crown Sect, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had all sent invitation cards to Chen Ming, hoping for a private meeting.

The gifts sent by these powers—just gold soul coins alone amounted to nearly a hundred million, with countless other treasures. And yet, not everyone qualified to give gifts; many people with gold soul coins still couldn’t find a way in.

Deities in Douluo Continent were always the stuff of legend. Not to mention a true god—just being associated with one made you legendary. Apart from the Angel God, long recognized as real, most Douluo folk didn’t even believe a second god existed.

Regardless of whether this world was considered low fantasy, Douluo Continent’s might-makes-right principle was undeniable. Here, supreme strength meant supreme authority.

Chen Ming revealed himself now to make a name for himself in Douluo, hoping to consolidate his power.

After ending his closed cultivation, Chen Ming began handling relationships. His first meeting was with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, as they were already closely tied by interests.

Not half an hour after he replied, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo arrived at Chen Ming’s temporary residence in Spirit Hall via Bone Douluo’s space tunnel.

Unlike his usual gentle elder demeanor, Ning Fengzhi now looked a bit nervous. His gaze was no longer that of a senior toward a promising junior, but one of respect toward a senior.

“Little friend Chen Ming, long time no see.”

Usually eloquent, Ning Fengzhi sat at the table, holding his teacup, and spoke to Chen Ming awkwardly.

“Indeed, Sect Master Ning, it’s been a while.”

In reality, it hadn’t been long at all. Even when quietly selling soul tools in Heaven Dou City, or after arriving in Spirit Hall, Ning Fengzhi would always greet Chen Ming and Dugu Bo when checking on Ning Rongrong. He was just making small talk for lack of anything else to say.

The atmosphere became awkward. Ning Fengzhi didn’t know what to say. Bone Douluo, seeing this, elbowed the seemingly lost Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, pushing him into the conversation.

“Little friend Chen Ming, the swordsmanship you showed the other day was extraordinary. That long sword with three hundred-thousand-year soul rings—is that your second martial soul? It doesn’t seem related to poison, though?”

Chen Xin cursed Bone Douluo in his heart but voiced the question that had been on his mind. He didn’t expect a direct answer—just some brush-off would do—but Chen Ming nodded and summoned his second martial soul.

The Dragon Ascending Sword appeared, its artifact-level aura enveloping Chen Ming. Dragon aura swirled around him. The pressure from the sword made Chen Xin unconsciously stand and summon his Seven Killing Sword, confronting Chen Ming with his sword intent.

In pure swordsmanship, Chen Ming wasn’t Chen Xin’s equal—he was too diversified to master everything. But Chen Ming’s Dragon Ascending Sword far surpassed Chen Xin’s Seven Killing Sword; its destructive power was top-tier, and even if held back, it could suppress Chen Xin’s sword intent.

The Seven Killing Sword was the continent’s premier sword martial soul. Every generation’s wielder was a sword master, their swordsmanship shaking the land, their will and heart unyielding. But a qualitative gap is a qualitative gap: the Seven Killing Sword was a top martial soul, while the Dragon Ascending Sword was a genuine divine artifact.

Chen Xin’s sword buzzed as if electrified, sword intent battling the dragon aura. Even knowing he could end the pressure by withdrawing his martial soul or submitting, Chen Xin would rather endure than show weakness. His face reddened, and he finally slapped his chest, spitting blood onto his sword.

The Seven Killing Sword absorbed the blood, turned crimson, and its nine soul rings became gems that fused into the blade, finally calming it.

Seeing this, Chen Ming spoke slowly:

“Senior Sword Douluo, my second martial soul was gained with a god’s help—and it was thanks to divine aid that it became a true artifact. I can’t directly help you strengthen your martial soul, but I do know a place that can help you further temper your sword intent.”

Chen Ming looked to Ning Fengzhi, who sipped his tea, flashing an awkward yet polite smile.

“All right, I get it. Sometimes it’s best to be direct.”

“We admire your talent and value our close relationship. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to support you, hoping for mutual benefit—whether it’s completing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda or helping Sword Uncle and Bone Uncle improve. We’re a major sect, with reach beyond soul masters into all walks of life, and we can help you.”

“We’ve analyzed you—you’re a person who values relationships, so we trust you. The only question is, do you need us?”

PS: Nope, only your daughter.