For Ning Tianchen, as long as he didn’t die prematurely, he was guaranteed to break through to Titled Douluo in the future, and he even had a chance to become one of the most outstanding among them.
For the Twin Stars of Blue Lightning, reaching Titled Douluo with a level eight innate soul power required encountering fortuitous opportunities along the way.
Furthermore, even if they became Titled Douluos, their soul power would struggle to surpass level ninety-five.
No matter how you looked at it, the future Ning Tianchen’s strength would surpass the Twin Stars of Blue Lightning.
As long as Ning Tianchen died, the future Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would struggle to suppress the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan.
“Uncle Jian, according to your guess, there is indeed this possibility.” Ning Fengzhi’s brows were tightly knit.
Fortunately, he had promptly sent Gu Rong to assist.
Fortunately, Ning Tianchen’s strength was solid, otherwise, he and Ning Rongrong would have highly likely perished together.
“Sect Master, this old man also feels that this isn’t something the Old Dragon would do.
Although the Old Dragon has always viewed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan as a rival, given his temperament, he wouldn’t resort to underhanded tactics,” Chen Xin added.
Ning Fengzhi quickly took out the reply letter from the Blue Lightning clan from his soul tool.
“Someone, go to my study and fetch the folder on the third spot of the sixth row of bookcase number seven,” Ning Fengzhi ordered.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan kept letters personally written by Yu Yuanzhen.
By comparing the handwriting, they could determine if this letter was truly written by Yu Yuanzhen.
Not long after, a disciple brought over a folder covered in dust.
With a casual wave from Chen Xin, the dust on the folder was blown away.
Taking out the letters, these were past correspondences between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan from many years ago.
Chen Xin carefully compared the two letters.
After a long while, he gave his verdict, “Sect Master, the handwriting on this letter looks like the Old Dragon’s at first glance.
But looking closely, several of the finishing strokes seem very unnatural.
This letter’s handwriting captures ninety percent of the Old Dragon’s spirit, but this old man is certain it wasn’t written by him.
It must have been forged by someone extremely familiar with him.”
Ning Fengzhi asked in return, “Uncle Jian, do you mean Sect Master Yu did write a reply, but it was switched midway?
And the contents of this letter were copied and edited based on the original?”
Chen Xin nodded.
Ning Tianchen exclaimed, “Doesn’t this mean Yu Yuanzhen has been made a figurehead?”
The Douluo Continent was a world that respected soul masters.
As long as Yu Yuanzhen remained the clan’s only Titled Douluo, his power could not be shaken.
However, Ning Tianchen said this just to make himself sound like a typical eleven-year-old boy in the eyes of others.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, the smile gone from his face.
“Vice Sect Master Yu.
Aside from him, very few people in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan can have long-term contact with Sect Master Yu.”
“This old man reckons the Old Dragon is in closed-door cultivation, and sect affairs have all been handed over to Yu Luomian to handle.
But he isn’t the Sect Master, and even in the future, he has no chance of being promoted to Sect Master.
What’s the point of him doing this?” Chen Xin was puzzled.
Ning Fengzhi didn’t dare to think deeper.
“Let’s stop here.
Tianchen, do not speak of this to anyone, not even Rongrong.
This is an internal matter of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan; it is inappropriate for us to point fingers.”
“By the way, tomorrow night is my family banquet.
Tianchen, you should come too.”
“Ah?
Can I?” Ning Tianchen was surprised.
Inviting an outsider to a family banquet—could it still be called a family banquet?
He felt like Ning Fengzhi had something important to discuss at the dinner.
Could it be about Rongrong and me?
Ning Tianchen thought to himself.
He was mentally an adult, but physically an eleven-year-old boy.
Discussing marriage at this age seemed inappropriate.
“There’s nothing inappropriate about it, just come,” Chen Xin said leisurely.
Ning Tianchen stopped overthinking it.
After leaving the discussion hall, he returned to the martial arts arena to continue practicing his swordplay.
On the arena, it wasn’t just him; there were also sect disciples training in the special camp.
With his strength, staying in the special training camp was no longer necessary, so he had applied for early graduation a year ago.
A few of these special training disciples had broken through to Grandmaster.
However, compared to Ning Tianchen, their strength was woefully lacking.
Chen Huayu, who had grown into a large fatty, looked on with envy, “Sigh, the gap between me and Big Brother is getting wider and wider.
When will I ever catch up to Big Brother’s current cultivation?”
Qi Huan shoved his shoulder.
“Fatty Chen, just stop dreaming.
The Boss is receiving the sect’s key cultivation focus.
Once you obtain the same cultivation resources as the Boss, then you can talk about catching up to him.”
Fatty Chen coldly snorted, “Hmph, tomorrow I’ll ask for leave to accept a mission at the Mission Hall.
Once the mission rewards come in, I will eventually catch up to Big Brother’s pace.”
Qi Huan shrugged.
“Good luck with that.”
…
The next evening, guided by an attendant, Ning Tianchen arrived at the manor where Ning Fengzhi’s family lived within the sect.
The manor was vast, and the colorful garden was filled with all sorts of blooming flowers.
The main building in the center of the manor was tall and grand, with rows of seven-colored soul tool lamps hanging on the walls, making it look spectacular and bright.
Walking along the paths of the manor, Ning Tianchen noticed that all the lampposts were shaped like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Today’s family banquet was held on a lawn within the manor.
The venue had been set up early on, and Ning Rongrong was currently sitting on a stool with a melancholic expression.
Ning Tianchen walked over and asked curiously, “What’s making Rongrong so melancholic?”
Hearing his voice, a rare look of joy appeared on Ning Rongrong’s brow.
But she replied in low spirits, “Brother Tianchen, Daddy has decided to send us to the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
It’s too boring there, I don’t want to go.”
Speaking of this, she rolled her eyes and leaned close to Ning Tianchen’s ear, whispering, “Brother Tianchen, why don’t we sneak out?
I have a map to the Barak Kingdom.
Let’s go to Shrek Academy together.”
How could Ning Tianchen dare to agree?
Ning Rongrong was Ning Fengzhi’s precious daughter, the darling of the two sect guardian Douluos.
Regardless of whether it was his idea to leave the sect or not, he would definitely be charged with the “crime” of abducting Ning Rongrong.
If Chen Xin stopped teaching him swordplay because of this, the loss would far outweigh the gain.
“Rongrong, I have to enter closed-door cultivation for the next few days.
Why don’t you wait a bit longer?” Ning Tianchen used the stalling tactic.
Ning Rongrong mumbled something, making plans in her heart.
Not long after, Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluos arrived at the manor together.
Although the Sword and Bone Douluos weren’t blood relatives, after spending so much time together, they were better than family.
In Ning Fengzhi’s lineage, aside from Ning Rongrong, he also had several sons.
However, none of his sons possessed an innate soul power higher than level five; they were essentially useless.
Additionally, Ning Fengzhi had several wives, all elegant, dignified, and graceful.