Chapter 108 Ning Fengzhi Acquiesces to Ye Liuyun
Ning Fengzhi's elegance finally shattered completely. He was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had heard the most ridiculous and absurd play of his life, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
His laughter was filled with self-deprecation and disdain, and his chest heaved violently. The composure he usually cultivated was completely gone at this moment.
"By you? Hahaha... Young man, you underestimate this world!"
Ning Fengzhi abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes flashing with a sharp, razor-sharp light as he locked onto Ye Liuyun.
"How many brilliant talents on this continent have ultimately turned to dust? Titled Douluo, imperial families, ancient sects... aren't they all a thousand times stronger than you? What makes you think you can reach the pinnacle of eternity?"
Faced with this blatant mockery, Ye Liuyun remained calm and composed, not even his breathing faltered.
He calmly met Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
"Whether I can reach the summit, I don't know."
"But I know that I have a deal to discuss with Sect Master Ning."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and the curiosity he had initially felt about the young man began to cool.
He sat back down on the sofa, somewhat listlessly picked up his now-cold teacup, and asked indifferently:
"You want to negotiate with me? What are you talking about? On this continent, what do you think you have that would qualify you to sit at my negotiating table, Ning Fengzhi?"
Ye Liuyun sat back down, completely unhurried, and casually said:
"Regarding... the evolution of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul?"
They even had the nerve to ask jokingly.
Shall we talk?
"Clang!"
Ning Fengzhi's celadon teacup trembled violently, and tea splashed onto his expensive brocade robe, but he was completely unaware.
His expression was incredibly complex at that moment, first blank, then extremely shocked, and finally transforming into an undisguised fervor and disbelief.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the wealthiest in the world and is known as one of the three upper sects, but every sect leader carries an eternal pain in their heart.
That is the "curse" of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
He will never be able to break through level 79 in his lifetime, and he can only possess seven spirit rings in his entire life!
The most crucial mission of every sect leader throughout their life is not to engage in business or seize power, but to find that elusive opportunity that can allow their martial spirit to evolve.
"What did you say?"
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, and a terrifying pressure unique to the strong pressed down on Ye Liuyun like a tidal wave.
A hint of madness and threat flickered in his usually gentle and refined eyes.
"Young man, I don't like jokes like this. You should know that you can't afford the consequences of playing this game with me."
Ye Liuyun stood ramrod straight, facing the almost tangible pressure.
"I don't like joking."
Ning Feng stared intently at Ye Liuyun, trying to find even the slightest hint of panic on the other's cold and stern face.
But he was disappointed; all he saw was a calm as deep as an abyss.
Then came the excitement of wanting to dance on the spot. Was his long-cherished wish finally going to be fulfilled here with Ning Fengzhi?
After a long while, Ning Fengzhi realized that his palms were covered in sweat.
He pressed his trembling fingertips down hard, his voice hoarse as he asked impatiently:
"What would you like?"
Ye Liuyun's gaze was cold and aloof.
He knew very well that if he took the opportunity to propose marriage to Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi would most likely agree because of the curse that had plagued the sect for thousands of years.
This was originally the safest and quickest way to take control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but when the time came, a deep sense of disdain welled up in his heart.
Arranged marriages? Loyalty maintained through nepotism is too cheap.
If he has to resort to such methods to barely control even a mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what will he be facing in the future, when he has to deal with the entire Douluo Continent?
Without sufficient means, even if one ascends to the position of hegemon, those below will only say one thing to one's face and another behind one's back, playing tricks of feigning compliance while secretly opposing under the guise of "loyalty."
What he did was no less than going against the will of Heaven.
What is needed is genuine obedience, the unadulterated will to carry it out.
Ye Liuyun spoke very slowly, each word like iron, striking the thick Persian carpet.
"I want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to obey my orders from now on."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed into slits, and his once gentle and refined face instantly turned ferocious and cold.
Obey his orders? This is no longer a transaction; it's asking him to hand over the family business that has been passed down for thousands of years!
His once unfathomable patience had now completely run out, and he appeared unusually agitated.
He leaned forward, the terrifying pressure of a level 79 Soul Saint bearing down on Ye Liuyun like a solid weight, his tone filled with undisguised threat:
"Young man, you should consider the price of your demands. This is not only about this deal, but also about whether you can walk out of this door alive today. Murder and robbery are nothing new in the world of Soul Masters, but my patience is exceptionally short today."
Faced with this deadly threat that would paralyze an ordinary person, Ye Liuyun remained calm and composed.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes showing no fear.
Not everyone is afraid of death.
"I've always liked to take a gamble and try to get the biggest profit."
"I believe in the principle of 'better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile.'"
"If you're not satisfied, we can fight first and then talk."
"But I can assure you. If you dare to lift a finger, I will never utter another word about the evolution of martial souls. You choose: my life or the future of your sect."
The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely oppressive.
The two men's auras clashed fiercely in that small space, neither willing to back down even a step.
This is negotiation: asking for the moon and settling for less. You must seize the initiative at this moment to have room for negotiation later.
Ye Liuyun wants the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, while Ning Fengzhi wants Ye Liuyun's life.
After a long silence, Ning Fengzhi suddenly shed his chilling murderous aura, as if he had changed his expression, and once again revealed a gentle smile:
"Haha, heroes emerge from among the young!"
He sat back down in the pearwood chair, waving his hand with a seemingly relieved expression:
"How about this, a compromise? You give me the method now, and on behalf of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I promise to fully support you for the next ten years, with all the sect's resources at your disposal. Is that enough sincerity?"
"Oh..."
Ye Liuyun let out an extremely contemptuous sneer.
He looked at Ning Fengzhi with the same gaze he would give a clumsy actor, which made Ning Fengzhi's eyes twitch slightly.
"Sect Master Ning, do you really think I'm young and easy to bully, or do you think I look like a fool?"
Ye Liuyun took a step closer and tapped his fingertips heavily on the table.
"I've given you the method now, but who can say for sure what will happen afterward? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a large and powerful family. If you go back on your word later, who will I complain to?"
His tone was cold and sharp, piercing through the other party's trap:
"In this matter, one person must take absolute control. Once the method is given, the initiative is in the hands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Whether or not they cooperate will be entirely up to Sect Master Ning."
Ye Liuyun's expression also softened. He knew that Spirit Hall would make its move in a few years, and took the opportunity to mention:
"A compromise is fine, like you said, 10 years. I'll give you the method within 5 years, and I'll decide the timing. If it provides me with significant help, it can be brought forward."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, leaned back slightly, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented sense of defeat.
He knew very well that the negotiations were unequal from the start.
The opponent held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Achilles' heel, an abyss that successive sect leaders had dreamed of filling.
However, the bargaining chip Ning Fengzhi held—the so-called "sect support"—was not the only option for an opponent who possessed this method of martial soul evolution.
Taking this message to Spirit Hall or even the two great empires could bring immense power and influence.
This feeling of utter powerlessness, of being completely suppressed, forced the incredibly wealthy sect leader to lower his proud head.
"Can."
Ning Fengzhi's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of compromise.
"But how can I believe you really have this method? Martial Soul evolution is something that can't be forced. You have to give me a reason, or... a proof."
Ye Liuyun remained silent.
The next moment, his soul power suddenly exploded!
"Buzz—!"
A cold and powerful airflow swirled rapidly in the private room, causing the expensive velvet curtains to flutter loudly.
A yellow spirit ring slowly rose from beneath Ye Liuyun's feet, followed by a second yellow ring.
Ning Fengzhi remained calm upon seeing this, though a hint of disappointment even flickered in his eyes.
While this configuration was solid, it was only considered average among the geniuses he had ever seen.
Then, the third purple soul ring steadily appeared, its rhythm revealing a noble luster.
"The third ring of the millennium, the best configuration, the foundation is not bad."
Ning Fengzhi commented calmly, but this still wasn't enough to move him.
But at that very moment, something unexpected happened!
An overwhelming pressure instantly filled the entire room, even causing the soundproofing devices inside the private room to creak under the strain.
The fourth soul ring leaped out of the void like a black hole. Its deep, dark black color, exuding endless violence, instantly stole all the light from the room.
Ten thousand years, the fourth ring!
"This..."
Ning Fengzhi, who had been sitting steadily, suddenly stiffened. Overwhelmed by shock, he instinctively lunged forward, pressing his hands firmly against the pearwood table.
He rubbed his eyes hard, staring intently, trying to find some trace of disguise in that circle of black.
He counted it once, and then counted it again.
Four laps.
Only four laps.
"The fourth ring...ten thousand years?"
Ning Fengzhi's voice rose uncontrollably, filled with absurdity and disbelief.
"This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible! This violates the limits of spirit ring absorption!"
Ye Liuyun's expression remained cold, and the black ten-thousand-year soul ring slowly pulsed around his body.
He suppressed his aura, his dark eyes meeting Ning Fengzhi's shocked gaze, and asked calmly:
"Sect Master Ning, do you now believe that I possess abilities beyond the ordinary?"
Ning Fengzhi had to admit that this was beyond reason, and he was completely convinced.
Thinking of his daughter, and the Shrek Academy, which he had heard were full of monsters, and the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall.
Now, with such an unfathomable young man before me, I can only wonder if I'm getting old, and I sigh.
"The world is full of outstanding talents."
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