Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

The elder wanted to purchase this dragonkin girl, but not for himself. For him, at his current stage in life, he was long past the time when he was enamored with mature types. Nowadays, his preferences have shifted to those youthful and innocent types.

Young girls who had just awakened their martial souls, or those who had not yet awakened their martial souls, were the type he favored now. Outside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he had a private courtyard where he kept young girls that matched his preferences.

Whenever one of these girls matured, he would not hesitate to dispose of them. Every year, the residents of that small courtyard would be replaced with new ones. As he spent more time with these young girls, he felt his own aging body slowly regain vitality and youth.

But this dragonkin girl was meant to be a gift for Yu Tianheng.

For many years, he had been a supporter of Yu Tianheng. He couldn't pledge allegiance to Yu Luomian's faction. Now, his only path forward was to continue mending the rift between himself and Yu Tianheng, and thereby return to their former relationship.

A girl like this—born with innate level-nine soul power, a good figure, a Red Dragon martial soul, and pure dragon blood—was the perfect vessel for bearing offspring in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

If it weren't for the need to mend his relationship with Yu Tianheng, he might have wanted to keep her for himself. Even if she wasn't his type, he might have tried to see if she could give birth to a child with an even stronger martial soul and bloodline.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had grown too old; did the aura he exuded no longer evoke fear in others as it once did in the name of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? In his mind, the deterrence of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family should have left no room for resistance.

"One million and fifty-one thousand gold soul coins!"

The elder summoned his martial soul, with eight soul rings floating around him. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and roared, his voice nearly transforming into a dragon's roar.

Under the dragon's roar, some of the minor nobles and low-level soul masters sitting in the first-floor hall began to feel a deep sense of terror. If they happened to possess a martial soul with even a trace of dragon blood, their bodies would almost uncontrollably tremble.

As he looked down at the quivering crowd below, satisfied and inwardly praising himself for still being formidable, the loudspeaker's voice rang out again.

"One million and fifty-two thousand gold soul coins."

To Chen Ming, this dragon roar was like a kitten making noise. He didn't bother to argue. Since the other party raised the bid by ten thousand gold soul coins, he simply continued to increase it by ten thousand as well.

He wanted to see how long the elder in Room 4 could keep shouting with such vigor if they continued raising the bid by just ten thousand at a time.

Hearing the elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in Room 4 squabbling with Chen Ming in Room 6, Ning Fengzhi, who was seated in Room 3, showed a playful expression and glanced at Sword Douluo beside him.

"Uncle Sword, do you think I should bid for this girl and find a companion for Uncle Bone?"

Ning Fengzhi's tone was teasing, clearly joking with Sword Douluo. Surprisingly, Sword Douluo nodded in agreement.

"Fengzhi, you're right. Who knows? Old Bone might just like this type."

"You two!"

As Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo joked, a hoarse voice suddenly echoed in the room. A tall, skeletal-like old man stepped out of empty space, followed by a mischievous-looking young girl peeking out from behind him.

The old man sat on Ning Fengzhi's other side, glaring fiercely at Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo. The mischievous girl, on the other hand, unceremoniously squeezed herself into Ning Fengzhi's seat.

Although the single-seater sofa was quite spacious and could easily accommodate two people, Ning Fengzhi still adjusted his position, preferring to make himself slightly uncomfortable to give the girl more room. The newcomers were none other than Bone Douluo Gu Rong and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's little princess, Ning Rongrong.

If Ning Fengzhi hadn't sensed Ning Rongrong's presence earlier, detecting her aura in the void and realizing that Bone Douluo had brought her along to spy from the shadows, he wouldn't have dared to joke about Bone Douluo in front of Sword Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi, now nearing sixty years old, had married at sixteen and had his first child shortly thereafter. He now had seven sons, and even his eldest grandson was preparing for marriage. Yet for all these years, Ning Fengzhi had only one daughter, Ning Rongrong, which made him especially doting toward her. Everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan knew that this little princess was the one person not to be trifled with.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi squeezed to one side, Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled mischievously as she shifted closer, making his sitting posture even more awkward. The warm smile on his face became one of helpless amusement.

Watching this scene, both Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo smiled, amused by Ning Rongrong's playful antics.

Squeezed beside Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong pointed at the girl bound in chains on the stage and said softly, her heart aching a little, "Dad, that sister looks so miserable. Why don't we save her?"

Although Ning Rongrong was only about ten years old, in the world of Douluo Dalu, where twelve years old was considered adulthood, she understood more than a child her age normally would.

Known in the clan as a little troublemaker, her personality had been spoiled to be a bit proud by her father and the two Title Douluo. But deep down, she was still a kind-hearted person, only occasionally a little awkward in expressing it.

While hiding in the shadow earlier, she had heard the cold and detached introduction of the girl on stage, which left her feeling uneasy. Thus, she expressed her thoughts to Ning Fengzhi.

"Alright, since Rongrong wants to save her, we'll save her."

Hearing his daughter's words, Ning Fengzhi nodded, opened the soul tool in front of him, and made his first bid at the auction.

"One million two hundred thousand gold soul coins."

As the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi was a shrewd and cunning man.

Although the clan's resources made it easy for him to jump the bid straight to one and a half million, Ning Fengzhi was not one to act recklessly.

He often calculated the most appropriate price for himself and chose the right moment to enter the competition.

Even if Ning Rongrong hadn't asked, Ning Fengzhi would have bid for the girl. His purpose for attending this auction was precisely this dragonkin girl, whose importance even surpassed the auction's final item—a soul bone.

However, this wasn't because Ning Fengzhi wanted to indulge himself, but for the sake of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

Although dragonkin often had issues with their martial souls, making it impossible for them to continue cultivating after awakening, no one could deny that these individuals, whose bodies had undergone permanent dragonification, often possessed the highest talent and the purest martial souls.

Ning Fengzhi often sought ways to bring talented individuals to the clan, especially those with top-tier martial souls but poor backgrounds. He valued them highly and sought to integrate them into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, ensuring their bloodlines would remain within the clan.

He had done similar things in the past, rescuing those unfortunate individuals sold at auctions and bringing them back to the clan, cultivating their loyalty to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Eventually, they would marry disciples within the clan and leave their bloodlines as a legacy.

Such efforts often didn't yield immediate results, with decades passing before the fruits of his labor became apparent. It was far less efficient than simply recruiting renowned soul masters from across the continent.

But some things were done with the next few decades, centuries, or even millennia in mind. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's ability to maintain its position as one of the top three clans despite being composed of support-type soul masters was due to this kind of long-term planning.

Ps: In Soul Land 2, there is a girl named Wu Feng who hails from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and possesses the Red Dragon Martial Soul. She may be a descendant of the dragonkin girl.