Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 348: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

After the messenger returned, Ning Fengzhi knew that Chen Ming was dissatisfied with how he avoided him last time. However, the choices Ning Fengzhi made were his own, and he had to bear the consequences, even if it meant swallowing bitterness. Last time, his avoidance had created some distance between them, and now that Chen Ming was returning the favor by avoiding him, it was perfectly understandable.

With a sigh, Ning Fengzhi could only rub his forehead and helplessly waited for two days before making an effort to mend the situation. He brought the Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Rongrong along with him for a visit, showing his utmost sincerity.

This time, both Chen Ming and the Dugu family (Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan) were at home.

Upon hearing that Ning Fengzhi had come with his daughter and two guardian Douluos, Dugu Bo discussed briefly with Chen Ming and Dugu Yan. Then, he instructed Dugu Yan to return to her room and led Chen Ming to welcome their guests into the main hall.

As someone who often masked his true intentions with polite pleasantries, Ning Fengzhi uncharacteristically got straight to the point this time.

"I've come today for the matter of soul tools. Both offensive and defensive soul tools would be of immense help to the members of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. I hope you, young friend Chen Ming, can forgive my earlier impoliteness."

Ning Fengzhi wasn't just making empty requests. He reached into his soul tool and took out a piece of ten-thousand-year-old soul bone.

This was a soul bone approximately 15,000 years old, seemingly from a mid-tier soul beast based on its aura.

To Chen Ming, this soul bone didn't hold much significance; in fact, it was among the lowest-quality ten-thousand-year soul bones he'd ever seen. However, from the perspective of an ordinary soul master, this was an incredibly generous gift.

In truth, Ning Fengzhi felt a pang of pain offering this soul bone. While it wasn't as precious as the Emerald Scaled Serpent King Soul Bone he had previously gifted to build goodwill, this bone was meant as an apology—a completely different intention.

Luckily, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was wealthy and had a long-standing heritage. Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't dare to be so extravagant. Even the lowest-quality ten-thousand-year soul bone was still extremely rare, valuable, and coveted, enough to draw the attention of Titled Douluos.

If not for personally using the soul tool Chen Ming had gifted Ning Rongrong—a soul ray gun—Ning Fengzhi wouldn't have gone to such lengths. He had spent half a month practicing with the soul ray gun in his clan, using it to hit targets and even killing a 4,000-year-old soul beast with it to personally experience its incredible power. He also tested the defensive capabilities of the soul shield. Without such firsthand experiences, he wouldn't be offering such a gift.

What's more, Ning Rongrong was his favorite child, and the soul ray gun's power was roughly equivalent to the strength of a Soul Elder's abilities. Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi might have taken the gun from Ning Rongrong to use it himself.

After all, what auxiliary-type soul master could resist the allure of dealing damage? Especially when a soul tool like the soul ray gun converted soul power into offensive capabilities, giving its user a tangible sense of participation in combat.

Most importantly, upon learning that soul tools were classified into levels and corresponded to soul master ranks—ranging from Level 1 to Level 9—Ning Fengzhi began to wonder if Level 8 and Level 9 soul tools could rival the strength of Titled Douluo's soul skills. If such a tool could be obtained, it could become a priceless heirloom for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

"Uncle Ning, what are you saying? Everyone has their busy moments."

Although the ten-thousand-year soul bone wasn't very valuable to Chen Ming, he smiled and accepted it, storing it in his soul tool. While it was the lowest-quality soul bone he had ever received, it was still something he could give to his subordinates in the future.

"May I ask, young friend Chen Ming, do you still have soul tools like the one you gave Rongrong?"

"Of course." Chen Ming waved his hand and took out five soul ray guns, placing them on the table.

"Uncle Ning, take a look. These are all soul ray guns. The one on the far left is a Level 1 soul ray gun, and the one on the far right is a Level 5 soul tool. The power of this Level 5 soul ray gun is already close to the fifth soul skill of a Soul King."

"The fifth soul skill of a Soul King? A ten-thousand-year one?" Even though Ning Fengzhi had mentally prepared himself, he couldn't help but gasp.

"It's hard to describe exactly," Chen Ming explained. "The power of soul skills varies greatly depending on the martial soul type, its focus, and the soul ring source. Some Soul Kings with top-tier martial souls can have thousand-year soul skills that are stronger than the ten-thousand-year soul skills of others with ordinary martial souls."

"The power of this soul ray gun is slightly weaker than the ten-thousand-year soul skills of an average Soul King. However, compared to thousand-year soul skills, there's not much difference."

"May I try it?" Ning Fengzhi asked, running his hand over the Soul ray gun and feeling the texture of the metal. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable surge of excitement.

"There's a training ground in the rear courtyard. Sect Master Ning, why not give it a try?" Dugu Bo, who had been quietly observing from the host's seat, finally spoke up. He then led the group to the training ground.

Although poison-type soul masters like Dugu Bo didn't have much use for target practice, as a Titled Douluo, his residence was equipped with all kinds of training facilities—because even if he didn't need them, he wouldn't want to be without them.

In the training ground, Dugu Bo ordered his servants to set up targets. Once the servants left, Ning Fengzhi swallowed nervously, picked up the soul ray gun, and assumed a practiced aiming stance.

From his posture and the way he infused soul power into the weapon, Chen Ming could tell that Ning Fengzhi had likely been secretly practicing with the soul ray gun he had given Ning Rongrong.

Neutral soul power gathered within the soul ray gun, converted inside into a thunder attribute and then fired as a concentrated beam of light toward the target.

The moment the thunderous beam struck the target, the concentrated soul power exploded with a deafening blast. The target was shattered into fragments, and even the ground beneath it was left with a crater. Residual thunderous soul power continued to crackle and wreak havoc in the pit.

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Although Ning Fengzhi had seen destructive power far greater than this, he was shocked by the minimal soul power consumption, the weight of the gun, and the visceral feeling of channeling his soul power into a destructive force. As an auxiliary-type soul master who had always stayed behind the frontlines, Ning Fengzhi felt as though something deep within him had awakened.

On the surface, Ning Fengzhi remained calm and composed. However, he couldn't stop himself from firing repeatedly. One by one, dozens of targets were obliterated, leaving behind craters of various sizes. The sound of explosions echoed throughout the training ground.

Finally, when the Level 5 soul ray gun overheated and became unusable, Ning Fengzhi reluctantly put it down and adjusted his glasses. His face was unusually flushed, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and his breathing was heavy—whether from the exertion or excitement, it was hard to tell.