The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!
It was one of the top three sects on the Douluo Continent, known for its martial spirit, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, hailed as the top auxiliary-type martial spirit in the world. The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had long been famous across the continent, a cultivation holy land many aspired to join.
However, the sect's situation had worsened over the past two years.
In the previous Spirit Master Tournament, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect openly opposed the Spirit Hall to protect Fang Xuan, even engaging in a shocking battle before the Pope's Palace. This made them enemies of the Spirit Hall.
Since then, Spirit Hall had been secretly causing trouble for the sect. At the same time, the Heaven Dou Empire, which had always maintained a good relationship with the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, abruptly cut off all ties about a year ago.
Ning Fengzhi was Xue Qinghe's teacher, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was one of the top three sects supporting the imperial family. Logically, such a dramatic shift shouldn't have occurred.
No one knew why, but many speculated that the Heaven Dou Empire's internal affairs had undergone unknown changes.
On one side, there was suppression by the Spirit Hall. On the other, a cold war with the Heaven Dou Empire. Although the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was powerful, its strength had shrunk rapidly over the last two years. If not for the two Titled Douluo holding the fort, it might have been reduced to a second-rate sect.
On this day, the sky was clear, and the sun gentle—a rare good day.
The commotion stirred at the entrance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
"Hahaha, a bunch of cowards!"
"Seven Treasures Glazed trash, are you scared? Come out and fight!"
"What top three sects? You should close down!"
More than ten purple-robed youths blocked the entrance, shouting and cursing. Many Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples glared, but none dared to step outside.
"Damn it, those bastards are here again!"
The sect's disciples gritted their teeth, staring furiously at the provocateurs from the Purple Extreme Sect, a second-rate sect that had recently joined the Spirit Hall and grown arrogant. They had been provoking the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect for some time now.
"No, I can't take it anymore! Let me go out and teach them a lesson!"
Finally, one of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples could no longer bear it and marched toward the door, ready for a fight.
"Stop! No one is allowed to act rashly!"
A thunderous voice exploded, stopping the disciple in his tracks. A green-robed elder emerged from the sect with a dignified expression.
"Have you forgotten the Sect Master's orders? Let them provoke us. We will ignore them."
"Elder, but..."
The disciples wanted to argue but hesitated. In the end, they lowered their heads and obeyed.
The Purple Extreme Sect was a mere second-rate sect, trying to exploit the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's recent decline to bolster its reputation. The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect didn't regard them seriously, but Ning Fengzhi suspected that the Spirit Hall was behind the provocations, so he strictly forbade any engagement.
Additionally, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was renowned for its support-type spirit masters and its core disciples. Though the sect also trained assault-type spirit masters, they were outer sect members and not particularly powerful. Sending them to fight might only play into the Purple Extreme Sect's hands.
Two days ago, several outer sect disciples, unable to tolerate the provocations, fought with the Purple Extreme Sect. They ended up with broken hands and feet, still bedridden.
Since it was a competition among juniors, the sect's leaders were angry but couldn't send their top fighters without being ridiculed by other sects.
"Tsk tsk, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is a group of cowards. No strength, no backbone. You call yourselves spirit masters? Go back home and farm!"
The speaker was a purple-haired, rough-looking man over two meters tall. His purple robe fluttered as he stood arrogantly. He was Zhao Tianjun, the brother of the Purple Extreme Sect's Master.
Zhao Tianjun crossed his arms, his expression filled with disdain. He cursed the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples individually as if his words were blessed. His provocations reached new heights.
"Damn it, I can't stand this anymore!"
A white-robed man roared, his eyes reddened, and shot forward like an arrow toward Zhao Tianjun.
"A second-rate sect like yours dares to cause trouble at our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? I'll fight you!"
The previously sullen disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect suddenly became energized.
"Look! That's Bai Yunfei, the number one disciple of the outer court! Now we'll see the Purple Extreme Sect get what's coming!" many exclaimed joyfully, ready to regain their dignity.
Bai Yunfei, the white-robed man, was known for his talent and dedication. At 27, he had already reached the Spirit King level, a top genius among the sect's disciples.
"Fifth spirit skill: Scorching Sun Fist!"
Bai Yunfei's expression was cold as his fifth ten-thousand-year spirit ring glowed with a pitch-black light. A trace of sun power condensed on his fist, and his entire right arm blazed fiercely. Like a burning meteorite, it cut through the air, striking ruthlessly at Zhao Tianjun.
"Haha, an insignificant skill!"
Zhao Tianjun sneered, his surging force causing his robe to ripple. With a sudden swing, he collided his fist with Bai Yunfei's.
The sound of the impact echoed in the air. In the next moment, Bai Yunfei's face turned deathly pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was flung backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the gate of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and fainted on the spot.
"How is this possible? He defeated Bai Yunfei with a single punch!"
The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples were in an uproar, their faces filled with disbelief. Bai Yunfei, the top disciple of the outer court, had been defeated by Zhao Tianjun with one punch. This massive blow to the sect's reputation fueled the Purple Extreme Sect's arrogance.
At that moment, someone noticed six spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—rising from Zhao Tianjun's body and glowing brightly.
Zhao Tianjun was a Spirit Emperor!
Everyone fell silent.
Bai Yunfei was strong but still only a Spirit King. Against a Spirit Emperor like Zhao Tianjun, he stood no chance.
"Aiyo, was that your strongest genius? He was too weak! I didn't even use my strength, and he's already down. How boring!"
Zhao Tianjun's pride swelled after defeating Bai Yunfei. He looked at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples with a mocking smile.
"Hey, there's no future in the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Why don't you all join the Purple Extreme Sect? We'll make you ten times stronger. What do you say?"
The faces of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples turned ashen. They hated Zhao Tianjun, but there was nothing they could do.
"Screw the Purple Extreme Sect!"
At that moment, a delicate voice suddenly rang out. A sharp iron needle shot through the air like a lightning bolt aimed directly at Zhao Tianjun.
"Whoosh—"
Zhao Tianjun's face paled. He tried to dodge, but the needle was too fast. All he could do was raise his hand to block it, barely avoiding a fatal blow to his head.
"Pcht…"
The needle pierced through Zhao Tianjun's right hand, blood flowing from the wound. Though in pain, he managed to buy enough time to dodge further.
"Who's there?!"
Gritting his teeth in fury, Zhao Tianjun looked toward the entrance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
A beautiful young woman slowly walked out. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence. She wore a purple dress accentuating her slender figure, and her face was filled with wit and confidence. It was none other than Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong had grown taller, with long, graceful legs and a more mature figure compared to three years ago. As soon as she appeared, all eyes were drawn to her.
"Oh! It's Miss Rongrong!"
The morale of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples soared. Ning Rongrong, daughter of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and the most outstanding disciple, had arrived. With her presence, everyone regained their confidence.
"How dare you come to my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and act arrogantly. You're asking for a beating!" Ning Rongrong said coldly, one hand on her waist. Her eyes swept over the Purple Extreme Sect disciples, a dangerous smile forming on her lips.
"Haha, so it's the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect! I've heard of you, but using hidden weapons isn't heroic," Zhao Tianjun sneered.
"Sorry, I'm no hero. I'm just a weak little girl, and since I'm a support-type spirit master, hidden weapons count as strength!"
Ning Rongrong flipped her hair and raised her fist, glaring at Zhao Tianjun.
"I'm furious right now and feel like smashing your head in. Any objections?"
"If Miss Rongrong is so eager, I'll gladly oblige!" Zhao Tianjun smiled brightly, but his eyes showed a hint of malice.
"Alright, let's do it!"
Ning Rongrong's spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—rose from her body, glowing with radiant light. Over the past three years, she had diligently cultivated and reached the peak of rank 59, just one step away from becoming a Spirit Emperor. She was among the most talented of her generation.
However, as a support-type spirit master, her offensive abilities were limited. And with one fewer spirit ring than Zhao Tianjun, a confrontation would be brutal.
If she wanted to defeat Zhao Tianjun, she must rely on her hidden weapons!
Back then, Tang San had forged many hidden weapons for the Shrek Seven Devils, especially for support-type spirit masters like Ning Rongrong, who had no offensive methods. She was now armed to the teeth, like a bit of a hedgehog!
"Out of the Seven Treasures, there is Colored Glass. The Seven Treasures are named as follows: Strength; Second: Speed; Third: Spirit; Fourth: Defense; Fifth: Attack..."
As soon as Ning Rongrong entered the arena, she summoned the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. Five rays of divine light enveloped her, granting her five layers of buffs and enhancing her attributes. Her strength was now five times what it had been.
With a graceful waist twist, she darted forward like the wind, charging Zhao Tianjun head-on. She unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons, overwhelming him with relentless attacks!
"Zhuge Divine Crossbow, Sleeve Arrow, Bone Piercing Needle, Flying Divine Claw..."
Despite Zhao Tianjun's higher spiritforce, he couldn't help but feel alarmed by the hundreds of hidden weapons flying toward him. His face darkened.
Gritting his teeth, he unleashed the full power of a Spirit Emperor, using everything he had to block Ning Rongrong's attacks. While he dodged or deflected most of the weapons, many still managed to hit him.
His left arm was caught by the Flying Divine Claw, blood spilling from the wound. His chest was pierced by the iron bolts of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, leaving him with several small holes across his body. Though none of the injuries were fatal, he resembled a pincushion covered in needles and arrows.
"Damn... still not dead? Are you a cockroach?!"
Ning Rongrong teased as she looked at the battered Zhao Tianjun, her smile sly. Her mocking words made Zhao Tianjun's face grow even uglier.
Behind them, the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect erupted in cheers, finally feeling vindicated after watching Zhao Tianjun get humiliated.
"Good, very good. Miss Rongrong is quite skilled. But I wonder... do you still have any hidden weapons left?" Zhao Tianjun's lips curled into a menacing smile as he suddenly charged at her, his killing intent evident.
"Crap, I've used them all up..." Ning Rongrong thought in panic. She hastily pulled the trigger of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, but the bolts were depleted, and even the sleeve arrows were exhausted.
Zhao Tianjun's face twisted into a cruel grin as he raised his fist to strike her mercilessly.
In that split second, as panic overwhelmed her, a fair hand appeared from behind and intercepted Zhao Tianjun's punch!
"Our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect's little princess looks a bit tired. How about I take over from here?"
A young man stepped out from behind Ning Rongrong with a radiant smile. He wore the distinctive white robes of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, indicating he was one of their disciples.
"You are..."
Ning Rongrong looked at the familiar figure, her face confused and suspicious.
"It's me!" The young man turned and smiled warmly at Ning Rongrong.
However, despite the gentleness of his smile, Ning Rongrong felt a chill run down her spine. She recognized that harmless expression—it was one he always wore when he was about to cause trouble.
"It's really you..."
As Ning Rongrong stared at Fang Xuan's familiar face, her surprise quickly turned into joy. She was just about to speak when Fang Xuan gently touched her lips, signaling her to remain silent.
With a calm and composed demeanor, he stepped forward toward the Purple Extreme Sect disciples who had come to cause trouble.
"Our little princess is tired and will rest now. I'll handle the rest," Fang Xuan said, facing the group. His gaze swept over them dismissively.
"Let's keep this simple—one-on-one. Anyone?"
Zhao Tianjun scoffed, laughing arrogantly. "If you last three minutes against me, I'll admit defeat!"
Fang Xuan shook his head lightly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"No, no. You've misunderstood. What I meant was… I'll fight all of you at once. Come at me together."
The boldness of his words caused a ripple of disbelief among the onlookers. Ning Rongrong giggled, clearly enjoying the scene, while the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples exchanged puzzled glances, unsure who this new person was.
Zhao Tianjun's face twisted in anger. "Are you mocking me?!" he snarled while the other Purple Extreme Sect disciples glared at Fang Xuan in fury.
Fang Xuan smiled faintly. "No, I'm not singling anyone out. I'm saying all of you are trash."
Zhao Tianjun roared in a fury, his Spirit power erupting as a purple tiger spirit appeared around him, his martial spirit merging with his body. Charging at Fang Xuan with murderous intent, he was met with a simple punch.
Without hesitation, Fang Xuan's punch tore through the air with purple lightning, instantly killing Zhao Tianjun. The force was so brutal that his body exploded into a shower of blood and flesh.
The entire crowd froze in stunned silence. Fang Xuan calmly glanced at the remaining Purple Extreme Sect disciples and said coldly, "Didn't I say all of you could come at me together?"
The shock of seeing Zhao Tianjun killed with one punch left both the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and Purple Extreme Sect disciples speechless. Ning Rongrong, however, remained composed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"This guy's become even stronger. Freak!"
Indeed, Fang Xuan had been a terrifying force during the Spirit Master Tournament years ago, and it seemed his power had only grown since then. The Purple Extreme Sect disciples, meanwhile, were consumed with rage.
"Brothers, let's kill him and avenge Elder Brother!" one shouted, but a chilling aura filled the air before they could even reach Fang Xuan.
"Deathgod Domain!"
Fang Xuan unleashed his Domain, his black hair flowing and eyes cold. A wave of murderous intent swept through the battlefield, and within moments, all the Purple Extreme Sect disciples lay dead at his feet.
The disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect were left dumbfounded, barely able to process what had just happened.
Ning Rongrong, however, skipped over to Fang Xuan, winking playfully.
"Looks like you've taken care of those annoying pests."
But Fang Xuan's expression remained serious. "It's not over yet."
Confused, Ning Rongrong asked, "What do you mean?"
"Take me to the Purple Extreme Sect," Fang Xuan said, his tone dark.
"What for?" Ning Rongrong questioned, her brows furrowing.
Fang Xuan's reply was cold and decisive.
"To destroy the sect."