Douluo Dragon King: One-Sword Soul Douluo, Shadow of the End of Dharma

Half an hour later, in the girls' dormitory.

Carrying his apprentice, who had just fainted from eating charcoal, into the room, Bai Ye settled him on the bed and turned to look at the two people behind him:

"Make sure you digest this properly tonight. This ingredient is considered a rare and precious delicacy, and it will be very beneficial for your health."

"Yes, Commander!"

The two said in unison that even without the other person's prompting, they could feel the warm current flowing through their bodies.

Xie Xie, in particular, whose soul power, which had only been broken through a few hours ago, suddenly began to loosen again. He quickly ran to the bed, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the essence seriously.

Everything was so natural that no one paid any attention to the fact that the group leader had come to the girls' dormitory.

"Commander, doesn't Gu Yue live in the dorms?"

Xingyuan did not return to the bedside to sit down, but instead started chatting with Baiye who was standing at the door.

Her physical condition far surpasses that of her peers, and she has eaten similar nourishing foods before, so her reaction is naturally not as strong as others.

"Don't worry about her, she has her own way of doing things, and it's not quite the same as yours."

Bai Ye ruffled the girl's hair. He knew, of course, why Gu Yue didn't live in the dormitory. She was afraid of developing a bond with Tang Wulin too early, which would affect her later plunder of the Golden Dragon King's essence.

Of course, he couldn't just let the other party take action.

Get some rest.

Goodnight, Commander.

As Bai Ye's figure disappeared into the distance, Xing Yuan stared intently until he could no longer see him, a dark and ambiguous look flashing in his eyes.

This ancient moon, it's amazing that it could make the guild leader so concerned...

We need to have someone investigate her background.

...

Back at the villa, Bai Ye didn't rush upstairs, but instead checked the new notifications—

[Group members +5]

[You have earned 500 contribution points]

[Current contribution points: 12500]

[The shop has been refreshed today—]

Golden Dragon Blood (Gold)

Category: Bloodline

Effect: The user's martial soul can obtain a portion of dragon bloodline (if the user already has dragon bloodline, they can undergo a second awakening to obtain golden bloodline).

Exchange: 5000 contribution points.

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Moon Shadow Wolf Spirit (Red)

Category: 100,000-year-old Soul

Effect: Provides ultimate spatial attribute boost; upon absorption, grants a random Soul Bone (guaranteed).

Exchange: 3000 contribution points.

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Super Artifact: The Grip of Immortality

Category: Special Weapons

Effect: Increases all user attributes by 1000% and unlocks multiple destructive abilities (prerequisite: demigod level, host must reach Title Douluo level).

Exchange: 50000 contribution points.

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[Super Artifact Locked - The Grip of Immortality]

"Super artifact..."

Bai Ye seemed to be deep in thought. In this world, such a thing is basically a weapon that allows one to cross ranks, and it can only exert its full effect in the hands of a strong person.

However, it's not needed for the time being.

The items available in the shop were of good quality, but considering his upcoming attempt to break through to the Spirit Realm, he planned to keep some in reserve for unforeseen circumstances.

Having been obsessed with alchemy for years, it's time to take it a step further.

Back in his room on the second floor, Bai Ye pushed open a metal door. Inside, there were various precision instruments and different types of special materials, all collected from all over the mainland.

Some of the materials for crafting potions can be obtained through resource exchange, but most of them still require contribution points to exchange for.

He picked up an empty vial and skillfully began to prepare the solution...

Two hours later, Bai Ye gently rubbed his forehead as the discomfort caused by excessive mental exertion gradually subsided.

On the experimental table, there were more than a dozen vials of medicine, which he had prepared for the upcoming [banquet].

[Alchemy potion crafting has been upgraded to Lv.43 (upgraded from Lv.1)]

"It's almost time."

Bai Ye glanced at his watch, put more than a dozen potions into his soul tool, and then waved his right hand, revealing a blue-green longsword.

Seven dual-colored spirit rings emerged from the surroundings, with the fifth spirit ring shining with an extremely strong luster.

"Blade: Kill."

The area where the blade struck trembled violently, even tearing open space and revealing a crack as tall as two people.

Having determined the coordinates, Bai Ye strode into the crevice and quickly disappeared.

...

Within a spacetime rift, in a newly opened and stable area, stands a long table.

Several transparent figures had already taken their seats on either side and began to chat casually.

These are all spiritual clones—to ensure that one's spiritual power is not torn apart in the space-time rift, one needs to be at least a Super Douluo or above, and one's spiritual power must reach the peak of the Spirit Abyss Realm.

Even so, there are only 7 to 8 people each time.

This is a rule that White Night established from the very beginning for banquets with empty seats.

His energy is limited; he can't possibly handle all of these guys' affairs.

"Little Jiu, I heard you recently broke through to Super Douluo, why are you in such a hurry to come to the Empty Seat Banquet?"

Sitting in seat number four, the man in the black robe grinned, revealing his blood-red fangs.

Upon hearing this, the white-haired figure sitting in seat number nine remained noncommittal, speaking coldly:

"What's the problem?"

The members of the Phantom Troupe are all loyal to Byakuya, but that doesn't mean there are no conflicts among them; it just means they can't bring themselves to kill each other.

Minor squabbles and occasional minor injuries are quite normal.

"No problem, it's just that if you delay like this, you might fall behind me."

"Your Temple of War is truly a persistent ghost."

"Fourth Brother still remembers that punch you threw last time."

The man in the black robe chuckled, but his tone had become somewhat manic, and a hint of madness flickered in his scarlet eyes.

His mental state was already precarious due to cultivating a special martial soul. Last time, he was punched in the body by his own people, which almost damaged his very essence.

Seeing this, the white-haired figure looked helpless and tried to reason with the other party:

"As I said, I didn't know you were a member of the guild at the time. Who knew there were members of the Holy Spirit Cult in the guild... That's my fault. How about I give you a potion as compensation?"

"Hehe, hehe..."

The man in the black robe didn't answer, but just chuckled to himself, the sound of which was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Fourth brother, don't forget the rules of the empty-seat banquet. This isn't the place for you to go crazy!"

The blonde woman sitting in seat number six gave a stern reprimand and then turned to look at them:

"Never mind him. That's just how this guy's martial soul is. He's not an evil soul master, he's just a little special. He'll forget about it in a couple of days."

"Yes."

The white-haired figure nodded silently, but his curiosity about the banquet was already at its peak.

After all, everyone present was more powerful than him; in a sense, they were all seniors.

call out!

As the surrounding space trembled, everyone stood up instinctively, facing the opening of the crack, their tone respectful:

"Commander!"

A moment later, Bai Ye emerged from the crack, glanced at the numbers on the seats, and sat down in the main seat in the center.

The banquet is held once a month or once a week, and unless there are special or urgent matters, it is usually held monthly.

"We'll begin once everyone is here."

"Yes, Commander."

As the crack closed, everyone sat down again and looked toward the figure in the main seat.

4号、5号、6号、8号、9号。

With six people including him, this is a relatively small group, so there's basically nothing serious going on.

"Huo Chen didn't come?"

Bai Ye glanced at the empty number three position; the opponent was almost always present, so this was a rare absence.

Upon hearing this, the figure sitting in seat number five looked over and said respectfully:

"The third brother is currently breaking through to the quasi-god level and asked me to pass on a message to you, guild leader—it'll probably be a while before we can get in touch with him."

"As you know, the Star Luo Empire has always wanted to have its own quasi-gods. If all goes well, the third brother's status can be even higher."

"Um."

Bai Ye nodded. There are only so many near-gods in the Phantom Troupe right now, so having one more would be a good thing.

Then, he looked at everyone again, his tone calm:

"Same as always, just tell me what kind of potion you want."