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**Chapter 141: Look at Their Situation**

Zhao Ling did not exaggerate—his soul power had indeed increased dramatically over the past year. Not only had he achieved the level of Titled Douluo, but the various rewards granted by the system had propelled his soul power to an astonishing level 94.

That wasn't all. The system had also helped him complete his soul bones, significantly increasing the age of his soul rings and soul bones. Most astonishingly, he now possessed an intermediate-level wild combat body, granting him a six-fold boost to his physical fitness.

As a result, Zhao Ling found it nearly impossible to gauge the limits of his strength and had rarely engaged in battles with others. Today's battle with Bone Douluo was his first since becoming a Titled Douluo.

To his surprise, a single punch sent Bone Douluo crashing into a wall, breaking his arms and several ribs. Fortunately, Zhao Ling hadn't killed him outright—such a result would have strained his relationship with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. After all, how would he be able to approach Ning Rongrong, that adorable girl, in the future if things turned hostile?

Faced with Zhao Ling's apology, Bone Douluo managed an awkward smile.

"Demon Suppression Douluo, you jest. It was I who overestimated my abilities and sought to challenge you. You defeated me fair and square, barehanded. How could I blame you for not holding back?"

Jian Douluo, standing nearby, nodded solemnly.

"Demon Suppression Douluo, your strength is truly unfathomable. I, Chen Xin, deeply admire you. However, I am curious—what exactly is your martial soul, and at what level is your soul power? To break old bones like these with a single punch is extraordinary."

Zhao Ling hesitated briefly before replying, "I can tell you, but I must ask you all to keep this information confidential. If word spreads, I will hold everyone present accountable."

With that, Zhao Ling summoned his martial soul: the Netherworld Demon Suppression Tower. Nine soul rings—two purple, four black, and three red—rose into the air. The fierce aura emanating from him made it feel as though the heavens themselves were collapsing.

The room fell silent. After a long pause, Chen Xin, usually calm and composed, cursed aloud. "F***!" Bone Douluo coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

The sight of Zhao Ling's three hundred-thousand-year soul rings, starting with a thousand-year ring and progressing to ten-thousand-year rings from the third onward, was overwhelming. Compared to this anomaly, what were the so-called prodigies of the Haotian Sect? The so-called "geniuses of an era" seemed laughable in comparison.

Still reeling, Jian Douluo wondered if Zhao Ling's youthful appearance was deceiving. Perhaps he wasn't as young as he seemed. Hesitantly, he asked,

"Demon Suppression Douluo, may I inquire about your age? I mean no offense, just curiosity."

Without reservation, Zhao Ling revealed his age: thirty-one.

The revelation broke Chen Xin's composure entirely, causing him to spit blood, while Bone Douluo fainted on the spot.

A thirty-one-year-old at level 94? Such a freakish existence shattered any sense of pride among those present. For others, comparisons were indeed odious. Before losing consciousness, Bone Douluo couldn't help but feel foolish for having challenged such a monster.

Zhao Ling, noticing their exaggerated reactions, merely smirked.

"I'm already thirty-one. Why are they so shocked? If they knew about the protagonists from the five Douluo series, each surpassing the previous generation and ascending to godhood even earlier, they'd probably bash their heads against the wall in shame."

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect leader, seeing his two guardian Douluos incapacitated, quickly saluted Emperor Xue Ye.

"Your Majesty, we must take our leave. Bone Douluo is gravely injured and needs immediate medical attention."

Emperor Xue Ye, delighted with recent events, readily agreed. Watching the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect retreat, he and Prince Xue Xing exchanged pleased glances. Neither had anticipated that the royal priest they had hired at great expense would be a thirty-one-year-old Titled Douluo with such terrifying strength.

This prodigy—capable of seriously injuring Bone Douluo with a single punch—would undoubtedly ensure the safety of Xue Ye's eldest son. Yet, the emperor couldn't shake the feeling that his deal with Zhao Ling might have been too generous—or too stingy.

After some thought, Emperor Xue Ye addressed Zhao Ling.

"Demon Suppression Worshiper, your abilities far exceed my expectations. I propose increasing your annual salary from five million gold soul coins to ten million. What do you think?"

Caught off guard, Zhao Ling hesitated. Though tempted, he remembered he'd only agreed to protect Xue Qinghe three times. Beyond that, he had no further obligations. Moreover, the five million gold soul coins he was already earning seemed more than sufficient.

"Your Majesty," Zhao Ling said after a pause, "I appreciate the offer, but five million gold soul coins a year is generous enough. I'm not a greedy person. As long as I have enough, the rest is just numbers. If you truly feel burdened, I suggest using the additional five million for the people's welfare. Improving lives would be the greatest good deed."

Emperor Xue Ye was moved by Zhao Ling's noble sentiment. In contrast to the arrogance of most Titled Douluos, here was a man who cared about the common folk. Silently, Emperor Xue Ye gave Zhao Ling a thumbs up in admiration.

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