Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King-Chapter 270: [DD2]:

Facing Du Busi's overwhelming aura, the old man remained completely unfazed.

A faint smile played on his lips, and his entire presence was like a divine sword—sharp and unstoppable.

Du Busi narrowed his eyes. "Not bad. Your swordsmanship is impressive. It's been years since I've seen a sword cultivator of your caliber."

"Tell me, what kind of innate Martial Soul genius are we talking about?"

"What gives you the confidence to negotiate with me, the Sect Master?"

The old man chuckled. "An innate Martial Soul wielder with a brain and eyes. I wonder if the Sect Master would be interested?"

"You… what did you say?"

A flicker of shock flashed across Du Busi's face, and the elders beside him also showed a subtle change in expression.

It was common knowledge that innate Martial Souls were ranked based on their importance to the individual.

The more essential a body part was, the stronger its Martial Soul.

For example, Long Aotian's skin Martial Soul and Du Busi's entire body Martial Soul were among the most powerful.

Now, a Martial Soul composed of both the brain and eyes? That was undoubtedly one of the highest-tier innate Martial Souls.

Without a brain, a person couldn't live.

And to have both brain and eyes as a Martial Soul?

Du Busi couldn't help but press further, "Where is this person?"

A top-tier innate Martial Soul genius was something he couldn't ignore.

The inheritance of innate Martial Souls had yet to find a suitable successor, and Du Busi was eager to change that.

He wouldn't let any opportunity slip away.

The old man smiled. "Sect Master, you haven't agreed to the deal yet."

"As long as you're willing to offer some resources, I'll gladly hand over the information."

Du Busi's expression darkened, his gaze turning dangerous. "Do you even realize what you're saying?"

"All innate Martial Soul soul masters naturally belong to the Body Sect, yet you dare to trade one with me?"

"Where did you get the guts?"

"If you tell me the information willingly, I might let you leave safely. Otherwise…"

His voice was low and threatening, and a powerful aura surged through the hall.

The elders beside him stirred restlessly as if awaiting his order to tear the old man apart.

The old man's tone grew cold. "Sect Master Du, are you trying to use force to rob me outright?"

Du Busi sneered. "And what if I am? You're just an ordinary Super Douluo. What right do you have to bargain with me?"

It was obvious—Du Busi wanted the information but wasn't willing to pay for it.

Classic Body Sect behavior.

The old man sighed inwardly. As expected, the Young Master had predicted this.

These Body Sect bastards truly didn't play fair.

Fortunately, the Young Master had foreseen everything.

The old man's eyes sharpened, and he declared, "Sect Master Du, your Body Sect may be strong, but I am no pushover."

"No one has ever gotten something from me for free!"

"That changes today. Get him!"

As Du Busi's command fell, the elders lunged at the old man simultaneously.

But in the next moment—

The old man's hands flickered, and a massive metallic object appeared before him.

A suffocating sense of danger spread instantly.

The elders, mid-charge, felt an overwhelming sense of death creeping up their spines and instinctively leaped backward.

Du Busi's expression shifted, and he abruptly stood up, eyes locked on the metallic object in the old man's hands, uncertainty flashing within them.

"A Rank 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shell?!"

Du Busi was utterly shocked.

He never expected this unknown figure to be carrying a Rank 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shell.

Its destructive power was comparable to an all-out strike from an Ultimate Douluo.

Especially at such close range—if detonated, even Du Busi himself would be severely injured, and the elders would die instantly.

Not to mention the collateral damage to the Body Sect—who knew how many disciples would perish?

Damn it!

Where did this guy even get a Rank 9 Cannon Shell?

Was he from the Sun-Moon Empire?

But… he didn't look the part.

How could the Sun-Moon Empire produce a sword cultivator with such pure sword intent?

This was undoubtedly the aura of a traditional soul master.

Du Busi was utterly puzzled.

He scrutinized the old man for a long moment before suddenly bursting into laughter.

"You're overreacting. I was merely joking with you."

The old man snorted coldly. "You'd better be joking. Otherwise, I'd truly believe that your Body Sect is a pack of cannibals who leave nothing behind."

Du Busi's face darkened, but looking at the deadly Rank 9 Cannon Shell, he suppressed his displeasure.

"Hahaha, you misunderstand. Everyone knows that our Body Sect is the most reasonable. We would never resort to threats."

Du Busi forced a smile.

"Hmph, whether the Body Sect is reasonable or not, the world already has its opinion. Don't waste your breath trying to fool me. Let's just talk business."

The old man was blunt, leaving Du Busi somewhat embarrassed.

Du Bushi wanted to get angry, but seeing the increasingly ominous glow on the Cannon Shell, he clenched his teeth and forced a smile.

"How do you propose we negotiate?"

The old man didn't push too hard.

If this weren't the Body Sect's territory, and if Du Busi weren't wary of collateral damage, a Rank 9 Cannon Shell alone wouldn't be enough to pose a fatal threat.

After some thought, he said, "I can provide the detailed information about this innate Martial Soul genius, but your sect must offer two soul bones of at least 50,000 years, plus 20 million Gold Soul Coins."

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely not!"

Du Busi rejected outright, his face dark. "Do you take our Body Sect for fools?"

"Do you think we have a royal treasury?"

"You dare to name such a price?"

"I'll tell you what—one 10,000-year soul bone and 1 million Gold Soul Coins. That's my final offer."

Du Busi ruthlessly slashed the price.

The old man rolled his eyes. "Are you trying to swindle me like a beggar?"

"You think I came all this way just for scraps?"

"Do you believe that a genius with a brain-and-eyes Martial Soul is worth so little?"

"You're too stingy."

Du Busi scowled. "How much do you want? I'll be honest, your original price is impossible. We're not fools."

The old man pretended to consider it, then sighed with feigned reluctance.

"As a favor to you, Sect Master Du, I'll lower the price."

"Two 50,000-year soul bones and 10 million Gold Soul Coins."

"Screw you, no way!"

"One 10,000-year soul bone and 5 million Gold Soul Coins, final offer."

"That's too little. At least two 50,000-year spirit bones and 5 million Gold Soul Coins."

"To hell with that, no way—"

…

The bargaining went back and forth, with Du Busi swearing in frustration the entire time.

In the end, the deal was settled at one 50,000-year soul bone and 3 million Gold Soul Coins.

Du Busi fumed. "Old bastard, you're the first person who's ever dared to extort me!"

The old man retorted, "And you're the stingiest old geezer I've ever met."

"You—! Do you believe I'll kill you right now?!" Du Busi rolled up his sleeves.

"Go ahead. We can die together."

The old man infused soul power into the Cannon Shell, and a chilling aura spread.

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Du Busi flinched and begrudgingly suppressed his anger.

But he still mocked, "A soul master relying on Soul Tools for threats? Have you no pride as a Super Douluo? You disgrace soul masters everywhere!"

The old man scoffed, "The ones embarrassing themselves are you old geezers. Times have changed—sticking to outdated ways will only lead to elimination."

"As a strong cultivator, you must learn to accept new things. What the hell do you know?"

"You dare insult me, the sect master?"

"So what if this old man insults you?"

…

The two began arguing again, tension rising between them.

After a while, Du Busi scowled and said, "Old bastard, we've already agreed on the terms. Now, can you tell me where he is?"

The old man remained unbothered and replied, "The goods haven't been delivered yet. Money first, then the information."

"You damn dog, do you think I wouldn't pay?" Du Busi growled.

"With the way your Body Sect operates, it's not impossible," the old man said casually.

"You—!"

Du Busi was fuming. He turned to the elder beside him and ordered, "Bring the goods."

Before long, a fifty-thousand-year soul bone and three million gold soul coins were brought forward.

The old man took a glance, then grinned as he accepted them.

Suppressing his irritation, Du Busi urged, "Now can you talk?"

If it weren't for the future of the Body Sect and the fear of missing out on this genius, he wouldn't have tolerated this for so long.

The old man chuckled, "Of course. When it comes to business, I'm a man of my word."

"The genius with the Eyes Martial Soul is named Huo Yuhao. He is currently in Shrek City."

"Shrek City?"

"You're saying Shrek Academy has taken in a genius from my Body Sect?"

Du Busi's expression darkened with suspicion.

The old man replied indifferently, "I only said he's in Shrek City. The rest is none of my concern—think whatever you want."

"You're still playing games with me?"

"Tell me, are you trying to sow discord? Hoping we'll clash with Shrek Academy?"

"You bastard—you're holding a Rank 9 Soul Tool Cannon Shell. Could you be a lackey from the Sun Moon Empire?"

"No, wait. The Sun Moon Empire doesn't have soul masters this powerful… Unless you've defected to them?"

Du Busi narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the old man with deep suspicion.

The old man sneered, "The Sun Moon Empire? A bunch of nobodies. They're not worthy of my allegiance."

"Everything I've said is true. Huo Yuhao is indeed in Shrek City and does have some connections with Shrek Academy."

"Why should I believe you?" Du Busi questioned.

The old man simply stated, "I can swear on my Martial Soul. If I'm lying, may my Martial Soul shatter and my cultivation be lost."

Du Busi was stunned.

Swearing on one's Martial Soul was no joke—he had no reason to doubt it.

So it was true?

The Body Sect's genius was really in Shrek Academy?

"Damn that Shrek Academy! How dare they touch someone from my Body Sect?"

Du Busi cursed in fury.

The old man smirked slightly, unwilling to linger any longer.

He glanced at Du Busi and said, "The deal is done. I won't disturb you any further, Sect Master Poison."

"Wait."

Du Busi stopped him. "Why not stay in my Body Sect for a few more days? After all, it's not easy for you to come here."

"No need. I have other matters to attend to," the old man replied, raising the Rank 9 Soul Tool Cannon Shell as he slowly backed away.

Du Busi frowned but ultimately didn't stop him.

As the old man exited the hall, one of the elders couldn't help but ask, "Sect Master, are we letting that guy leave just like that?"

"No outsider has ever taken anything from us before—let alone a soul bone."

Poison Undying's eyes flashed coldly. "Taking something from our Body Sect? Not so easy."

"Old Jin, take some men and follow him. Once he's out of our sect's territory, intercept him."

"The Rank 9 Soul Tool Cannon Shell may be powerful, but as long as it doesn't go off inside our territory, it's nothing to worry about."

"A strike comparable to an Ultimate Douluo?"

"Hmph, only if he can hit someone."

Had they not been inside the Body Sect, Du Busi wouldn't have wasted a single word on the old man.

If the cannon shell exploded in an open area, it wouldn't be much of a threat to him.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

The elders exchanged glances before following the old man.

Du Busi sat back down, drumming his fingers on the table in deep thought.

"A Spirit Eyes Martial Soul… This Huo Yuhao must be an unparalleled genius, perhaps even more exceptional than Aotian."

"If we can bring him back to the sect, our future will be secured."

"Shrek Academy, huh…"

Du Busi sneered. "The whole world knows that Body Martial Soul users belong to my Body Sect, yet Shrek Academy dares to claim one for themselves? How shameless."

"It seems I'll have to pay Shrek Academy a visit."

"The disciples of my Body Sect are not theirs to take."

"Our sect has remained hidden for too long—Shrek Academy must have forgotten our strength."

"And that hundred-thousand-year soul beast embryo in the Illustrious Virtue Hall… We need to take action on that as well."

"The waters surrounding that embryo are too deep for Illustrious Virtue Hall to control. It belongs in the hands of my Body Sect."

Du Busi murmured to himself, countless thoughts running through his mind.

…

Meanwhile, after leaving the Body Sect, the elders pursuing the old man had chased for over a hundred miles, putting in great effort—yet they found nothing.

"Where is he?"

"Where the hell did that bastard go?" one elder cursed.

A gray-robed elder beside him said, "Looks like he was prepared. He used a method we weren't aware of to shake us off."

"There's no point in continuing the chase. It's just a waste of time. Let's return and report."