Transcendent Insight: A Dimensional Journey Starting from Douluo

"Whether I'm lying or not, you'll find out soon enough." Dugu Bo couldn't be bothered to argue with Yu Yuanzhen. In his mind, the moment the

"Whether I'm lying or not, you'll find out soon enough." Dugu Bo couldn't be bothered to argue with Yu Yuanzhen. In his mind, the moment the Revival Coin appeared, Yu Yuanzhen was already a dead man.

After all, if anyone wanted to exchange for revival items, members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—who could potentially win Wu Tong's favor—would undoubtedly be the most obvious targets.

If Dugu Bo could think of this, naturally, so could everyone present.

The crowd couldn't help but sigh. One of the Top Three Sects, the clan possessing the strongest Beast Martial Soul, might soon decline or even vanish entirely. Truly, a single misstep could lead to eternal regret.

However, while they pitied Yu Yuanzhen, none of them would hesitate if given the chance to strike.

"No, no, no—you must be lying to me!" Yu Yuanzhen refused to believe it, shaking his head as he muttered incoherently to himself.

Seeing this, Dugu Bo and the others felt no sympathy. A pitiable man often has his own faults to blame, and Yu Yuanzhen was no pitiable man—he was the perpetrator.

"Alright, everyone, why don't we escort Sect Master Yu out first, and then we can discuss the Revival Coin in detail?"

Yu Yuanzhen wanted to say more, but Dugu Bo had already grown impatient and made the suggestion to the crowd.

"Since our host has spoken, we are duty-bound to assist. Uncle Sword, let's help Sect Master Yu out together."

Ning Fengzhi naturally wouldn't refuse Dugu Bo's request—this was a perfect opportunity to gain favor.

Even though his relationship with Wu Tong was already good, who wouldn't want to strengthen it further?

As soon as Ning Fengzhi spoke, representatives from other factions immediately voiced their agreement.

Before long, under the combined efforts of multiple Titled Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen was unceremoniously thrown out of the Dugu residence.

As for why they didn't just kill him? None of them were fools. Earning Dugu Bo's goodwill was nothing compared to currying favor with Wu Tong.

Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's downfall was inevitable, whether Yu Yuanzhen died sooner or later made no difference—he would only be living on borrowed time.

"Alright, now that the eyesore is gone, let me continue explaining the details of the revival item."

Dugu Bo watched as Yu Yuanzhen stumbled away, broken, before turning back to address the crowd.

"While helping me detoxify these past few days, Mr. Wu Tong encountered a stroke of fortune—his martial soul evolved."

"Because of this evolution, his talent caught the attention of a deity, and he became a Trial Taker. As long as he passes the nine trials set by the god, he will ascend as a new deity."

At the mention of gods, Trial Takers, and nine trials, a fleeting glint flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

"According to Mr. Wu Tong, the deity—having been a god for too long—found the divine realm unbearably dull. He wishes for Wu Tong to ascend quickly and take his place. As compensation for accelerating the process, Wu Tong can exchange resources for divine assistance, and revival items are among the offerings."

In such a formal setting, Dugu Bo uncharacteristically refrained from calling Wu Tong "little monster," opting for a respectful address instead.

"Given Xin'er's situation, I trust you've all confirmed the authenticity of the revival items by now."

Naturally.

After all this time, everyone had verified that the man before them was indeed the deceased Dugu Xin.

"After careful consideration, Mr. Wu Tong has decided to make revival items available for exchange. Each faction can trade large quantities of resources for them, but at a 10% premium."

The crowd had already braced themselves for a markup upon hearing that resources were required, so this didn't come as a surprise.

"With the exception of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and His Highness the Crown Prince—they may purchase at the original price."

At this, the others couldn't help but shoot envious and resentful glances at Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe.

One had saved Wu Tong's life, while the other had acted as his protector. Their preferential treatment was hardly surprising.

A 10% difference might seem small, but with the same resources, they could obtain eleven revival items where others could only get ten. This alone was enough to turn eyes red with envy.

What truly stung was that they had secured a connection with a future deity through what had been, at the time, minor acts of goodwill. That was the root of everyone's jealousy.

Under the weight of the crowd's gazes, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe maintained composed expressions, but inwardly, they were elated.

Who would've thought that a small favor—a mere investment—would earn them the goodwill of a future god?

"That's the gist of it. You may now prepare your resources and approach Mr. Wu Tong for exchanges once he returns."

"Everyone else may leave to report back. Sect Master Ning and His Highness the Crown Prince, stay behind."

With that, Dugu Bo began ushering people out. He wasn't accustomed to hosting such large gatherings.

Hearing the dismissal, the crowd gradually dispersed. After all, Dugu Bo was now Wu Tong's trusted confidant—his status had risen dramatically, and his words carried far more weight.

Only Ning Fengzhi, the Sword Douluo, Xue Qinghe… and, unexpectedly, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo remained.

"Ju Huaguan, why are you still here? What do you want, loitering in my house?"

Dugu Bo had no patience for Ju Douluo and questioned him outright.

"I stayed to catch up with Xin'er, of course! It's been ages since we last met. Did you think it was for you?"

Ju Douluo ignored the dismissal in Dugu Bo's tone, digging in his heels to stay.

"Ju Huaguan, you—"

Before Dugu Bo could finish, Ning Fengzhi stepped in to mediate.

"Senior Dugu, please, no need for anger. Let's not strain relations over such a small matter. Since Sir Dugu Xin and Elder Ju seem to be old acquaintances, why not let them stay?"

Now wasn't the time to clash with Spirit Hall. If they turned Ju Douluo away, Spirit Hall would only send others to inquire later. Better to let him stay now.

Hmph.

Reluctantly, Dugu Bo conceded—partly out of respect for Dugu Xin and Ju Douluo's past bond. Still, he snorted to express his displeasure.

"What's with the snorting? Are you a pig?" Ju Douluo jeered.

"Ju Huaguan, you damn #@$%&—!"

The insults that followed were… colorful.

"Lord Dugu, may I ask why you've asked us to stay?"

Just as the two were about to escalate into another argument, Xue Qinghe intervened, cutting the tension.

Ning Fengzhi shot him an approving glance. Well done, my disciple.

Dugu Bo swallowed the curses on his tongue.

Xue Qinghe, as Wu Tong's patron, shared an excellent relationship with him. Dugu Bo had to at least give him face.

Grumbling, he finally explained:

"Before I returned, the little monster mentioned his first trial—to establish a faction. I thought you all could help, so I kept you behind to discuss it."

At these words, the faces of those present lit up with barely contained excitement. This was crucial information!

If they could assist Wu Tong in building his faction and completing his trial, the rewards could be immense.

The mere thought nearly sent them into euphoria. Investing in—or saving—Wu Tong had to be the most profitable decision they'd ever made.

"Senior Dugu, what kind of faction does Mr. Wu Tong intend to establish?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"How should I know what the little monster wants? He never told me—"

Dugu Bo's voice trailed off as if struck by a sudden realization. His eyes snapped toward the group.

"Wait, I remember now. He once mentioned he wanted to create a…"

...

It wasn't until evening that the remaining guests finally departed from the Dugu residence.

"Teacher, I shall take my leave first." Xue Qinghe bowed to Ning Fengzhi.

"Go ahead, Qinghe." Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly.

Then, turning to the Sword Douluo beside him, he said, "Uncle Sword, let's return to the sect. We'll have a busy night ahead."

The Sword Douluo glanced at him. "Don't complain about good fortune—many would kill for this kind of 'busy.' Still, who would've thought that a single choice back then would lead to such an opportunity?"

"Indeed. As they say, 'Kindness begets kindness.'"

With that, a streak of sword light shot across the sky, heading straight for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

All that remained were awed gazes fixed on the lingering sword mark in the air.

"Isn't that the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? Truly extraordinary."

"As expected of a Titled Douluo—such power!"

"And the one beside him must be the legendary Sect Master Ning. Just as rumored, refined and amiable."