Chapter 110 Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's Amazement
The carriage slowly entered the magnificent mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Ye Liuyun lifted the curtain and looked at the pavilions and towers shrouded in mist on both sides.
Ning Fengzhi got out of the car first, and the disciples who had been waiting outside the main hall hurriedly came to greet him.
Ning Fengzhi didn't waste any words. He waved his hand and summoned a trusted aide, whispering the instructions:
"Arrange a quiet, top-class room for this young friend; do not neglect him."
As Ye Liuyun and his disciple walked away, two powerful auras flashed out from the shadows.
An old man with silver hair like frost stood with his hands behind his back, and there was a faint rhythm of sword energy around him. He was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
The other person was thin and with eyes as cold as an abyss; he was Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
"Fengzhi, you only went to an auction, how come you brought back a kid of unknown origin?"
Sword Douluo frowned slightly, his gaze as sharp as a sword fixed on the direction Ye Liuyun had gone.
Ning Fengzhi smiled mysteriously, said nothing more in the corridor, and led the two quickly into the inner room.
With a click, the door was slammed shut.
Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat and uttered a startling statement.
"I plan to introduce this child to Rongrong."
"If possible, he is the most perfect son-in-law in my mind who can take over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Sword Douluo felt that Ning Fengzhi had gone out and messed up his brain.
"Nonsense!"
"If someone wants to marry our Rongrong, and thinks of Rongrong, they must be an outstanding person in every way. What makes him so special?"
Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup, recalling Ye Liuyun's aloof and refreshing appearance:
"As you just saw, his appearance is absolutely outstanding."
The two Douluo recalled that glimpse from earlier, and they couldn't deny that the kid was indeed good-looking.
The key was his strange aura, giving them a powerful and mysterious feeling, as if he were shrouded in something, making him somewhat unfathomable.
"What good is being handsome!" Bone Douluo sneered, his voice hoarse. "Rongrong's future support will depend on her strength."
Ning Fengzhi took a sip of tea and said calmly, "He is from the Soul Sect."
The two Douluo were silent for a moment, then Sword Douluo shook his head:
"What's the use of just having the strength of a Soul Sect? Who knows how far he can go? Rongrong is a genius that appears once in a hundred years in our sect. The person who is to be with her must be a monster."
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup and spoke slowly and deliberately.
He's only fourteen years old.
"He's already a high-level Soul Master, and a control-type Soul Master who can handle both offense and defense."
"hiss--"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were dumbfounded once again.
A fourteen-year-old high-level Soul Master?
This talent is not just good, it's completely outclassing Rongrong!
The two exchanged a glance, and their previous disdainful expressions vanished. If that were the case, then this son-in-law would at least have a ticket to the game.
"What else?" Bone Douluo's eyes blazed. "If it weren't for these, you wouldn't have drawn a conclusion so quickly."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn:
"His fourth spirit ring is ten thousand years."
The scene fell silent for a second.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo burst into laughter in unison.
Sword Douluo even rubbed his eyes with a smile:
"Fengzhi, did you not sleep well last night? Are you dreaming about us here? The fourth ring for ten thousand years? This joke is not funny at all."
They laughed and slapped their thighs, thinking that Ning Fengzhi was trying to amuse the two old men.
But Ning Fengzhi did not laugh.
His serious expression and imposing presence instantly chilled the air in the hall.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were laughing when their laughter abruptly stopped.
They stared intently at Ning Fengzhi, their throats bobbing: "Really?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded heavily.
The shock, like a tsunami, crashed into the hearts of the two peak Douluo.
Do these monsters, which defy the ironclad laws of the world, really exist?
However, Ning Fengzhi's next words truly plunged the hall into a deathly silence.
"I also made a deal with him."
Ning Fengzhi lowered his voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.
"He said... he has a way to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and get rid of the curse."
boom!
The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Sword Douluo's right hand, which had never trembled before, twitched slightly at the fingertips.
"Is it really... not an undercover agent sent by some sect?"
The Sword Douluo, who was usually decisive and efficient, had a rare hint of solemnity in his tone at this moment.
He frowned deeply and paced anxiously in the hall:
"He's perfect. This kid is practically a husband made for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"I'm afraid this is a scheme deliberately set up by someone, trying to first deceive Rongrong's body and mind, so that after we two old bones pass away, he can easily take over the entire sect."
They couldn't help but think this way, because the "surprise" before them was simply too heavy, so heavy that even the two titled Douluo felt they couldn't quite handle it.
Searching the entire world, I never imagined there was someone who met the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's criteria for choosing a spouse, and who was even the same age as Rongrong.
Even if you let them deliberately find fault, they can't find anything wrong with it.
Excessive surprise is fright.
Something unusual must be going on.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly took a step forward, his sharp gaze as sharp as a sword pointing directly at Ning Fengzhi.
"Don't let short-term gains cloud your judgment."
Ning Fengzhi was jolted back to his senses by the cold shout. He smiled bitterly, gripping the coffee table in front of him tightly with both hands, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
"How could I not know the dangers involved?"
"So I invited him back and kept him under my watchful eye."
Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply, his eyes filled with struggle.
"But I carry on the shoulders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's thousand-year-old aspiration. As long as there is even a one in ten thousand chance of evolving my martial soul, I will willingly plunge into the fire and water ahead."
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, stood to the side with a gloomy face. He paced uneasily around the room, finally stopping between the two:
"Fengzhi, there's no point in rushing things. Is there a safe way to test that kid? A fox will always show its tail eventually."
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with killing intent, and the Seven Kill Sword, which was floating in his sea of consciousness, seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit and emitted an extremely faint hum.
"What else can we do? Fight it!"
Sword Douluo snorted coldly, his tone resolute.
"A person's true nature, background, and even the shadow of his master's lineage are all hidden in his every move. Once we exchange blows, I can see through him at a glance whether he is a true dragon or a venomous snake. Tonight, I will test him."
Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply. He knew that these two elders were afraid that he would make a mistake. Even though he still had a hint of crazy expectation in his heart, he knew that he had to suppress his temper.
"Since you insist on going, then help me find out his true strength."
Ning Fengzhi finally nodded, but then added some more words of advice as he worried.
"But you must be careful not to hurt the relationship. Under no circumstances should you ruin the harmony. If he is unwilling, then so be it."
Sword Douluo had already turned around, his silver hair gleaming with a cool light under the lamplight.
His tall, straight back exuded an unparalleled arrogance; he casually uttered a single sentence and vanished into the shadows outside the door.
"Don't worry. As a titled Douluo, it's an honor for him to personally guide a Soul Master like me. He should feel proud of this."
"It would be strange if they really didn't want to."
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