Her desire to recruit was beginning to stir.
Even the title of Titled Douluo seemed insignificant in the face of such a peerless genius.
Qian Renxue would rather trade a Title from the Spirit Hall for it.
Just like in the original timeline, she was willing to give up Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghost Shadow for Tang San.
In the world of Douluo, strength is everything. Geniuses deserve it all.
And if she could draw Fang Ling in, maybe she could even use the opportunity to bring in Dugu Bo as well?
Although she looked down on Dugu Bo, the weakest of the Titled Douluos, if his presence could weaken the Heaven Dou Empire's resistance,and his wide-range attacks were indeed formidable,he might still be considered a valuable bonus.
The Next Morning
Qian Renxue was rushing toward the academy. Meanwhile, veiled rumors had begun to circulate in various regions.
Though the details were confidential, the news of a twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring was outrageous enough.
The intelligence agents of various factions were stunned the moment they received the report.
"What? How much?"
"A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor? A ten-thousand-year fourth ring? Are you joking?"
"It's true. First-hand intel. Confirmed to be the genius disciple for whom Poison Douluo sought a limb-regeneration spirit bone."
Similar conversations broke out everywhere, and the shocking news spread across the continent like wildfire.
Naturally, the first to hear of it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, which had the best intelligence network that money could buy.
Their business spanned the entire world, and without reliable intel, they'd be easily fooled.
Thus, Ning Fengzhi heard the news shortly after the Heaven Dou royal family.
At that moment, Yu Tianheng was on his way back to his clan.
Inside a luxuriously furnished room filled with scholarly ambiance, Ning Fengzhi was handling sect affairs when he received the astonishing report.
After a brief word of thanks to the informant who brought him the document, he read the contents with disbelief.
"Fang Ling, disciple of Poison Douluo, only twelve years old, already confirmed as a Spirit Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring."
Just a few concise lines, but each word was extraordinary.
One could not help but recall Dugu Bo's recent visit, where he tried to buy a spirit bone for limb regeneration. The truth had finally come to light.
How could such a peerless genius be kept hidden until now?
"Fengzhi." A hoarse voice rang out. It was Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, who used spatial movement to arrive first.
"Fengzhi." Like a sword drawn from its sheath, Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, also arrived, standing beside Gu Rong.
"Uncle Bone, Uncle Sword, have a look at this," Ning Fengzhi said, unable to hide the shock in his heart as he handed the thin piece of paper to the two elders.
They glanced at it and were instantly stunned by the contents, exclaiming almost in unison:
"Twelve years old, and already a Spirit Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year ring?"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "I don't know how, but Fang Ling is a student at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. I imagine the royal family has already learned of this."
A smile crossed his face. "As Qinghe's teacher, how could I not go see such a genius with my own eyes?"
The next generation guardian Titled Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had yet to be determined.
Where could they find another Titled Douluo like Gu Rong or Chen Xin,unattached and loyal?
There was no such genius talent born within the clan either.
And now, Fang Ling appeared.
Though he was Dugu Bo's disciple, that didn't matter. Ning Fengzhi had no hope of breaking through himself, and sect affairs weren't particularly urgent.
He had free time anyway,why not give it a try?
If he could bring Fang Ling over, all the better.
After giving brief instructions to the people outside, the space around them twisted. Gu Rong transported Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin away in an instant.
They intercepted Crown Prince Xue Qinghe on the way.
Though the prince had received the news earlier and was already en route to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, his royal status meant he traveled by carriage, with guards in tow.
Naturally, that was slower than Soul Masters traveling on foot, allowing Ning Fengzhi to catch up.
"Ning Fengzhi? That was fast..." Qian Renxue, in disguise, frowned inside the carriage, adjusted her appearance, then stepped out.
She could clearly see through Ning Fengzhi's intentions.
But this time, he was destined for disappointment. Fang Ling was solely focused on cultivation, and with two close female companions,Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling,it was unlikely he'd be swayed by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Recruiting such a genius required patience, not haste.
Even Qian Renxue herself only came to meet him once and leave a good impression,nothing more. It was simply at Xue Ye's request.
Compared to Ning Fengzhi's calculated approach, Qian Renxue's seemingly selfless visit would be more likely to earn goodwill.
Disguised as the gentle young man Xue Qinghe, she bowed to the elegant middle-aged man before her. "Uncle Ning."
Ning Fengzhi quickly stopped her. "Qinghe, you're the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou. You shouldn't bow to me."
"I heard a rumor today, though I'm not sure if it's true. I came without an invitation,I hope you don't mind."
"You're joking, Uncle Ning," Qian Renxue replied. "Your experience is crucial for observing Fang Ling's situation."
That's what she said, but in her heart, she laughed, let's see how much effort you'll waste for nothing.
The group arrived at the academy together.
Out of respect, they didn't summon Fang Ling directly.
He was a genius, not someone to be ordered around. Summoning him like a servant would only offend him faster.
Accompanied by the academy's three deans, the group headed to the training ground of Team One.
Fang Ling was going through his usual warm-up routine, sweat falling like light rain, when he suddenly heard someone running over.
It was Qin Ming.
Once a stern presence on the training grounds, he now wore a surprised expression.
"Emergency," Qin Ming said breathlessly. "The Crown Prince, Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and the two Titled Douluos,Sword and Bone,are all here to see you."
So they've finally come.
Qian Renxue made sense,but what did this have to do with Ning Fengzhi?
I'm Dugu Bo's disciple, not some unaffiliated free agent. Got nothing better to do, huh?
Fang Ling raised an eyebrow but remained calm. "Where should I meet them?"
"No need,they're already on their way here," Qin Ming replied, a trace of envy in his eyes.
Such was the treatment of a true genius. Even the top seniors of the Soul Master world had to show proper respect.
"Then I'll wait for them," Fang Ling said, continuing his warm-up. "Maybe they just want to observe my daily training."
A short while later, the soft sound of footsteps reached his ears.
They've arrived?
Fang Ling stood up, wiping his sweat as he looked toward the approaching group.
What met their eyes was a young man full of youthful vigor,eyes a bright crimson gold, gaze clear and determined.
His unique presence and strong will weren't diminished by his injured leg. On the contrary, it only highlighted his brilliance.
All four visitors were amazed by the sight of Fang Ling.
"No wonder he reached the level of Spirit Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year ring at just twelve!"
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