Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Ning Fengzhi sat upright on the main seat of the grand hall. To his left and right were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, while below them sat two rows of Title Douluo, each with impressive strength.
One could say this was the strongest era in the thousands of years of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's history.
They now had double-digit Title Douluo.
"I apologize for summoning everyone here in such a hurry," Ning Fengzhi said, standing up from the main seat and cupping his hands toward the Title Douluo below.
"Sect Master, you're too polite."
Good heavens, their own sect master had stood up to apologize—how could they keep pressing the issue?
Besides, the vast majority of the Title Douluo present were old veterans of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Even those who weren't had been personally recruited by Ning Rongrong.
One could say they were all extremely grateful to the father of Ning Rongrong—second only to Ning Rongrong herself.
"Sect Master, may I ask why you called us here?" The one who spoke was Shui Cangyue. It had taken her several days to travel from the Four Elements Academies, so logically, she shouldn't have been summoned unless it was something important.
"Here's the situation. Elder Ling Tian and Elder Wang Teng sent word from Hagan City. Rongrong has finished her seclusion and wants to find some sparring partners."
"Uh…"
The Title Douluo elders in the hall looked at each other.
Others might not know, but how could they not?
Ning Rongrong could slay a sea princess comparable to a Limit Douluo. Asking them—these Level 92 or 93 soul masters—to spar with her was basically asking to be toyed with.
Faced with a pink-haired Soul Douluo, every Title Douluo elder present instinctively thought of themselves being abused, not of dominating the fight.
"This… Sect Master." A female Title Douluo elder stood up, her face showing hesitation. "Young Sect Master's strength—you know it better than any of us. At our level, what kind of training effect could we possibly provide?"
She was one of the Title Douluo who had broken through using the 100,000-year soul ring left behind by Ning Rongrong. She was now Level 92, the same as Lou Gao and Ye Renxin, who had also broken through with 100,000-year soul rings.
"I don't understand Rongrong's intentions either," Ning Fengzhi sighed. "She tells me what to do, and I do it. Otherwise, this sect master position of mine might get stripped."
"Uh…"
The female Title Douluo elder's expression stiffened. She cupped her hands and sat back down.
Holy crap!
You're putting it that way—what am I supposed to say?
Is the situation between you father and daughter something outsiders can comment on?
A Level 97 support soul master… seems harmless, my foot. Outsiders might not know, but could the enshrined elders who had lived in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan all this time be unaware?
In order to help her father grow stronger, Ning Rongrong had made Ning Fengzhi's eighth soul skill one that could copy support soul master abilities.
He possessed multiple terrifying soul bones. In fact, everyone present suspected that Ning Fengzhi might be covered head to toe in 100,000-year soul bones.
For others, 100,000-year soul bones might be rare, but for Ning Fengzhi?
It was apparently no big deal.
He had Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, plus a daughter who could kill Limit Douluo-level opponents and slaughter several 100,000-year spirit beasts without even breathing hard.
Then there were Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan, who could clear entire battlefields.
Even fishing 100,000-year soul bones out of the ocean didn't seem like that big a challenge.
Of course, such matters involved personal secrets. Even if they had guesses, no one would directly ask.
Moreover, the stronger the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan became, the more benefits they all received.
And most importantly…
There seemed to be no issue of power succession in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Because Ning Rongrong was simply too strong.
Strong to the point that her two older brothers and even her father, Ning Fengzhi, could only smile bitterly.
If one day Ning Rongrong stood beside Ning Fengzhi and said, "Let me sit there for a bit," he would probably abdicate without hesitation. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo might even drape the imperial robe over her shoulders and ask if she was cold.
After a period of silence,
Ning Fengzhi turned his gaze to Dugu Bo, who sat near the front, and asked, "Elder Dugu, how is Yan Yan doing lately?"
"Sigh!" Hearing the question, Dugu Bo—who had absorbed two 90,000-year soul bones and reached Level 96—let out a long sigh.
"Yan Yan has been having frequent nightmares lately. We've tried many methods, but none have been very effective. We can only wait for her to slowly recover."
"Should I make a trip to the Clear Sky Clan and invite Tang Yuehua over?"
Dugu Yan's post-kill trauma was mainly caused by seeing too many dead spirit beasts. It wasn't something that could be fixed with a few simple words of comfort.
Even Dugu Bo himself—Ning Fengzhi could tell—had shown emotional changes after slaughtering soldiers of the Star Luo Empire. It seemed he still carried some aftereffects.
"No need. Even if she came, it probably wouldn't help much," Dugu Bo sighed. "Destroying the beast tide was something Yan Yan agreed to herself. Sect Master, you don't need to worry too much."
"Then let me handle it?"
A sudden voice rang out, startling everyone present.
Space in the empty air tore apart, and a pink-haired girl stepped out from the rift.
Following closely behind her was a black-haired girl dressed in gothic attire.
"Rongrong!"
The many Title Douluo who had instinctively released their soul rings relaxed when they saw the familiar face and that shocking method of arrival.
That's right—only Ning Rongrong, Tokisaki Kurumi, and Bone Douluo (who had learned from Tokisaki Kurumi) could travel in such an absurd way.
"It's been a while, Father, and all the honored Title Douluo elders."
"Well, I'll say hello too then." While everyone was still stunned, Tokisaki Kurumi raised her hand and waved lightly.
"Long time no see, everyone who's been beaten up by me before~"
Ning Fengzhi: "…"
All the other elders: "…"
Smack!
A hand chop landed squarely on Tokisaki Kurumi's forehead.
"Watch your mouth! These are all my elders!"
"I didn't see you being this respectful to Sect Master Ning. You even said Ning Feng likes buying cat girls…"
Cough cough cough!
Ning Fengzhi on the main seat coughed repeatedly, cutting her off. "Miss Kurumi, welcome back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. You must be tired! I'll have someone prepare food right away."
"See? Trying to cover it up, just like you," Tokisaki Kurumi turned to Ning Rongrong.
"I didn't do anything. Don't talk nonsense. The one who likes buying cat girls in Heaven Dou City is a certain sect master who shall remain nameless. What does that have to do with the righteous Ning Rongrong?"
"Oh?" Tokisaki Kurumi leaned close to Ning Rongrong's ear. At such close distance, Ning Rongrong could feel her slightly hurried breathing. Using voice transmission that only the two of them could hear, she said:
"Are you sure you mean 'righteous,' and not… 'lewd'?"
Ning Rongrong: "…"
Damn cat, isn't it mating season or something?!
Just how many of my memories did this thing peek at when we signed the contract?!
She reached out and pushed Tokisaki Kurumi's face away.
"Scram."
"Yes, yes, yes~" Tokisaki Kurumi didn't resist being pushed, spreading her hands with a helpless expression.
"You bark pretty fiercely, but you can't take even a little teasing. All you do is whimper."
Ning Rongrong's face darkened as she ignored the cat muttering to herself.
Ahem. Clearing her throat twice, she brought the topic back. "Where were we? Oh right—Senior Dugu, Sister Yan Yan's matter, just leave it to me and Kurumi. It'll be settled quickly. No need to worry."
"If anyone is connected to this, it's mostly my fault."
"Rongrong…"
"Don't worry. I know where Dugu Yan is. I'll be back soon." With that, Ning Rongrong tore open space and stepped inside.
"Honestly, work, work—such a pain!" Though complaining, Tokisaki Kurumi still followed Ning Rongrong's steps into the opened portal.
Leaving behind a hall full of elders looking at each other in bewilderment, and one completely clueless sect master who had just been slandered again.