Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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For example, the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, Hu Yan, is superior to an ordinary Title Douluo in terms of defensive power alone.

Of course, if it really came down to a fight, Dugu Bo could take his life.

Shen An decided to go to the Star Luo Empire first, since it was the location of the two major sects, and it would be more convenient to visit them together.

Seven days later, Shen An arrived at the Wind Sword Sect, quite interested in this sect that used swords.

This sect is extremely skilled in sword formations. Although even its sect leader could not possibly surpass Shen An in swordsmanship, Shen An thought that this sect should give him some new inspiration.

At this moment, inside the Wind Sword Sect, Sect Master Feng Ge was already waiting in the sect's main hall, with his Martial Soul Wind Sword hanging beside him, seemingly full of anticipation.

He received a notice from the Spirit Hall the day before yesterday, informing him that the Tenth Elder Yan Chixia, whose sword shook the world, was coming.

As the sect leader, he understood the Spirit Hall's intentions, which were naturally the previously promised re-election of the seven major sects. Of course, there might be other things as well.

He was naturally happy to see this happen, after all, who wouldn't want their sect to become stronger?

But as a sword cultivator, he also wanted to see just how strong the sword that was equal to the swordsman's heart was.

Ahem, of course, if a fight breaks out, everyone will only use their swordsmanship skills and not their soul power, otherwise he's afraid he'll die too quickly.

Feng Ge sensed an undisguised aura high above and, without hesitation, flashed out to the open space of the sect.

Shen An also sensed Feng Ge's aura, after all, his aura was the strongest in the entire sect.

"I am Feng Ge, the sect master of the Wind Sword Sect, paying my respects to Your Majesty Yan Douluo."

Feng Ge shouted, and Shen An immediately landed, followed closely by Tom Jerry, who was wearing a dog-head suit.

Feng Ge looked at Shen An with his two dogs, and her lips twitched slightly. This rising star of the Spirit Hall's Tenth Elder really had a lot of leisure and refined tastes, even bringing pets with him when he went out.

"Sect Master Feng, you are too kind. I am here on behalf of the Spirit Hall. My reasons are twofold: first, to discuss the re-election of the seven major sects in three months; and second, to discuss the establishment of the Spirit Hall as a nation. At that time, we will need the cooperation of the Wind Sword Sect."

Shen An cut to the chase and asked directly, Feng Ge's expression suddenly changed, "Establish a nation?"

This is no joke. The establishment of the Spirit Hall as a nation will undoubtedly put enormous pressure on Heaven Dou and Star Luo.

Given the intense crisis, it would be unsurprising for either of these empires to take any action.

While the Spirit Hall is powerful, the million-strong armies of the two great empires are not to be trifled with.

When that time comes, a bloody storm will surely ensue.

But for Feng Ge, it's fine to cheer for the Spirit Hall normally, but if something really happens, she'll run as far away as possible.

The lives of his disciples are still very precious.

"What, Sect Master Feng is unwilling?"

Shen An smiled and looked over, his sword intent suddenly rising. Feng Ge, like a startled cat, leaped hundreds of meters away.

Chapter 317 Sword Fighting Tom? Feng Ge smiled confidently: Let it win.

Feng Ge stared at Shen An in horror.

He knew that Shen An and Chen Xin were on par in swordsmanship, which was a testament to the saying that a great reputation is never undeserved.

Therefore, he held Shen An's swordsmanship in high esteem.

But when Shen An revealed his sword intent, Feng Ge realized that she had underestimated him.

What incredible sword intent this is! Its sharpness is simply beyond what ordinary people can produce.

In Feng Ge's eyes, Shen An was no longer a person, but an unparalleled divine sword.

Shen An simply stood there quietly, yet he gave people the feeling that this space could be torn apart at any moment.

At this moment, no matter how vast the world is, in Feng Ge's eyes, nothing is as great as Shen An.

How can that old bastard Chen Xin compare to him?

Feng Ge couldn't help but feel puzzled.

He had met Chen Xin before and knew of his strength.

Without exaggeration, his view of Chen Xin is at most like looking at the moon through a well. Although I am not as good as him, I can still point fingers at you.

It is evident that Shen An, like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, is enough to make all sword cultivators bow down in worship and submit to him.

"What is Sect Master Feng thinking?" Shen An continued with a smile. As soon as he spoke, the sword intent that permeated the surroundings and struck at people's hearts all dissipated.

Feng Ge breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "The Fengjian Sect has always been the most loyal supporter of the Spirit Hall. We will obey any instructions without question. I, Feng, will absolutely uphold His Holiness the Pope's leadership!"

Just kidding. He originally wanted to stall for time, but Shen An showing off his sword intent was just like showing off his fists.

Judging from the strength Shen An has displayed, it's no exaggeration to say that he could wipe out the Wind Sword Sect all by himself. He would definitely have to kneel down without hesitation.

Feng Ge now understands that, in terms of strength, the Spirit Hall may not lack the number of spirit masters from the Wind Sword Sect.

However, the Spirit Hall values ​​the reputation of the Wind Sword Sect.

Regardless, the Upper Three Sects and the Lower Four Sects are considered holy lands for soul masters on the continent, and they enjoy a very high reputation among independent soul masters.

Shen An also laughed. These sect leaders were incredibly sensible; no wonder they were able to make their sects bigger and stronger.

However, what he wanted was not for the Wind Sword Sect to pledge allegiance to Bibi Dong, but for them to join Qian Renxue.

"Is there a more private place where we can't say certain things?"

Yes, yes, yes.

Feng Ge quickly led Shen An into a secret room, while Tom and Jerry remained outside.

"Elder Yan, this secret chamber is made of special materials that can isolate both mental energy and sound."

"So, what are Elder Yan's instructions? Is it that on the day of the re-election of the seven major sects, we should jointly submit a petition to support His Holiness the Pope's ascension to the throne?"

Feng Ge was a smart man, and he quickly guessed what the Spirit Hall wanted the Wind Sword Sect to do.

His expression also carried a hint of anticipation. Now that he had decided to jump on the pirate ship, he had to perform well and earn more weight for the Wind Sword Sect.

Shen An looked at him approvingly. He was a smart person. The smarter a person is, the more pragmatic they are. They will only stand on the side of the stronger one.

"What Sect Master Feng said is true. At that time, Fengjian Sect will need to join forces with the other six major sects to submit a petition, but not to support Bibi Dong, but to support Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong? Qian Renxue?

Upon hearing those two names, Feng Ge's face turned deathly pale. A terrible premonition arose in his heart, as if he were about to be dragged into some kind of horrific vortex.

Furthermore, it is illogical that Yan Chixia, a confidant of the Pope, would address him by his first name.

Also, who is Qian Renxue? Wait, she is the young master of the Spirit Hall, and her surname is Qian.

Feng Ge had a very immature guess in her mind.

"Elder Yan, did His Holiness the Pope send you to deliver this message?" Feng Ge asked cautiously.

His heart was trembling at that moment.

Shen An laughed and said, "The Pope? What is the Pope? Sect Leader Feng only needs to remember that she is just an employee."

Feng Ge felt a chill run down his spine. He wanted to escape, but his legs wouldn't obey him and just trembled wildly in place.

"What, does Sect Master Feng think I'm wrong?" Shen An asked, looking at Feng Ge, who was sweating profusely.

“Yes, yes, Elder Yan is absolutely right,” Feng Ge said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Shen An nodded in satisfaction: "But since Sect Master Feng thinks I'm right, why not agree with me?"

"Could it be that Sect Master Feng is a die-hard follower of Bibi Dong?"

"Elder Yan is joking. I had no such intention." Feng Ge was so anxious that he was almost crying.

“Oh, then repeat after me, the Pope is a big idiot!” Shen An’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Upon hearing this, Feng Ge's legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees with a snap.

Shen An casually summoned a wisp of sword energy: "Huh, why is Sect Master Feng kneeling on the ground?"

Feng Ge waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Elder Yan, you don't know this, but I just like to speak while kneeling."

Then Feng Ge's expression hardened, like a warrior bravely facing death. He gathered his strength in his dantian:

"The Pope is a complete idiot!!!"

The loud sound echoed in the enclosed room for a long time, so loud that Shen An couldn't help but cover his ears.

After he finished speaking, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect looked ashen-faced, as if he were about to die, like a lump of mud.

'I insulted His Holiness the Pope!'

He knew perfectly well that this was a secret room and that no one else would be there, but he still couldn't help feeling worried and afraid.

This is absolutely terrifying! He actually insulted Bibi Dong, who is hailed as the strongest pope. If this gets out, the entire Fengjian Sect will probably be wiped out, no, even the egg whites will be shaken apart.

But amidst the intense fear, he even felt a strange thrill and pleasure.

That feels so good, I even dare to curse the Pope.

Shen An laughed heartily: "I knew Sect Leader Feng was a sensible person."

Feng Ge asked tremblingly, "Elder Yan, I would like to ask, who is behind our young master? Is it the person I'm thinking of?"

Swish!

Shen An tossed out the token that Qian Daoliu had given him. Feng Ge caught it, looked at the token in his hand, and his expression changed.

"As expected, Qian Renxue is that person's descendant." Feng Ge pondered the token in his hand, as if he had been given a reassuring pill.

He was no like Flander; as the sect leader of one of the four lower sects, he had a long-standing lineage and naturally knew about the events of that era.

The top fighter of the Spirit Hall, he wielded the Angelic Holy Sword from the Heaven Dou to the Star Luo, and was known as one of the two great figures in the Spirit Master world along with Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect.

This person was once the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, and no one can fathom the extent of his cultivation at this moment.

"Do you understand? The Hall of Offerings will fully support Qian Renxue. As long as the seven major sects jointly submit a petition, this matter will be a done deal."

It's settled. This time, even the usually aloof and detached Hall of Worship has gotten involved. It just goes to show that they're still family after all.

Feng Ge's eyes flashed as he shouted, "The Wind Sword Sect will uphold the great leadership of Princess Qian Renxue!"

"loyalty!"

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After confirming the details of that day with Feng Ge, Shen An and Feng Ge walked out of the secret room together. Shen An was surprised to find that his cat and mouse were gone.

Then, a thousand meters away, they saw a group of Wind Sword Sect disciples surrounding them in layers, uttering incredulous exclamations.

Upon closer inspection, the two discovered that Tom, dressed in swordsman's attire, was engaged in a sword duel with a disciple of the Wind Sword Sect.

Compared to the serious preparations of the opposing disciples, Tom appeared quite relaxed.

Faced with the opponent's exquisite sword moves, Tom's simple sword strike will directly target the vital point of the opponent's sword technique.

This made all the disciples around him exclaim how awesome it was.

Logically speaking, it would be difficult to explain why a soul beast could have such extraordinary swordsmanship, but considering that it was Shen Anyang's, Feng Ge felt she could barely understand it.

"That's certainly impressive, but that dog's swordsmanship only goes so far. It follows a simple and clean style, barely managing to overpower my disciple; it's still a tiny bit behind me."

Feng Ge thought to himself, but he didn't know that there was a sword technique in this world that became stronger when facing stronger opponents.

"Sect Master, you've arrived! This dog's swordsmanship is amazing!"

"Yes, Sect Master, whose swordsmanship is better, yours or this dog's?"

All the disciples looked at Feng Ge with curiosity. In their eyes, Tom's ability to strike at vital points was simply miraculous.

When Feng Ge heard his disciple ask who was stronger, he couldn't help but smile and said casually, "Let it win."

As the leader of a sect, Feng Ge naturally couldn't claim to be incredibly powerful. Considering the Spirit Hall and Shen An, he decided to remain humble.

However, no one thought that Feng Ge would think that his swordsmanship was inferior to his opponent's after he said that.

It's more about an indescribable confidence: I can beat them, but I'll let you win.

Tom was enjoying the admiring looks from everyone, but Feng Ge's words stole the spotlight.

Tom's face fell, and he pointed his sword at Feng Ge, the meaning was clear: let's see who's stronger.

"Sect Master, the time has come to show the glory of our Wind Sword Sect! The Sect Master is the best!"

Feng Ge chuckled and looked at Shen An: "Elder Yan, what do you think of this?"

Shen An laughed heartily: "Since the disciples of Sect Master Feng are so enthusiastic, then Sect Master Feng shall grant their wish. Of course, remember to go all out and show no mercy."