Family Banquet

For Ning Tianchen, as long as he did not perish midway, he would inevitably break through to become a Titled Douluo in the future, with a chance of becoming one of the strongest among them.

For the Blue Lightning Twin Stars, with Innate Soul Power at Rank Eight, they would need a fortuitous opportunity along the way to become Titled Douluo. Even after becoming Titled Douluo, their soul power would find it difficult to surpass Level 95.

No matter how one looked at it, Ning Tianchen's future strength would surpass that of the Blue Lightning Twin Stars.

As long as Ning Tianchen died, the future Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would find it difficult to continue suppressing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Sword Uncle, based on your guess, that is indeed possible." Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply.

Fortunately, he had sent Gu Rong to provide support in time. Fortunately, Ning Tianchen was strong enough. Otherwise, both he and Ning Rongrong might very well have perished.

"Sect Master, I also don't think this was Old Dragon's doing. Though he has always regarded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a rival, with his temperament, he would not resort to such underhanded methods." Chen Xin added.

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly took out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's reply from his Soul Tool.

"Someone, go to my study and bring me the folder located in the third slot of the sixth row in bookcase number seven," Ning Fengzhi instructed.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect kept letters personally written by Yu Yuanzhen. All they needed to do next was compare the handwriting to determine whether this letter had truly been written by Yu Yuanzhen.

Before long, a disciple delivered a dust-covered folder.

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Xin sent all the dust on the folder flying.

He took out the letters inside.

These letters were exchanges between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect 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 conclusion. "Sect Master, at first glance, the handwriting on this letter does indeed seem to have been written by Old Dragon. But upon closer inspection, there are several places where the finishing strokes appear very unnatural."

"The handwriting in this letter captures ninety percent of Old Dragon's style, but I can say with certainty that it was not written by Old Dragon. It should have been imitated by someone extremely familiar with him."

Ning Fengzhi asked in return, "Sword Uncle, you mean Sect Master Yu did write a reply, but it was switched midway. And the contents of this letter were copied and abridged from the original?"

Chen Xin nodded.

Ning Tianchen exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean Yu Yuanzhen has been sidelined?"

Douluo Continent was a world where soul masters reigned supreme. As long as Yu Yuanzhen remained the sect's sole Titled Douluo, his authority could not possibly be shaken.

However, Ning Tianchen said this only because he wanted to appear like an eleven-year-old boy in the eyes of others.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, the smile long gone from his face. "Vice Sect Master Yu. Other than him, few people in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could maintain long-term contact with Sect Master Yu."

"I estimate that Old Dragon should be in Cultivation Retreat, with all sect affairs handed over to Yu Luomian. But he isn't the sect master. Even in the future, he has no possibility of succeeding to that position. What meaning is there in him doing this?" Chen Xin could not understand.

Ning Fengzhi did not dare to think any deeper. "Let's leave it at that. Tianchen, do not mention this matter to anyone, not even Rongrong. This is, after all, an internal matter of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It is not our place to interfere."

"Oh, right. Tomorrow evening is my family banquet. Tianchen, you should come as well."

"Ah? Can I?" Ning Tianchen asked in surprise.

Could it still be called a family banquet if outsiders were invited? He felt that Ning Fengzhi must have something important he wanted to discuss at the banquet.

Could it be about Rongrong and me? Ning Tianchen thought.

He was not young at heart, but physically, he was still an eleven-year-old boy. Discussing marriage at such a young age was not appropriate, was it?

"There is nothing inappropriate about it. Come along," Chen Xin said leisurely.

Ning Tianchen did not dwell on it any further.

After leaving the Council Hall, he returned to the Martial Arts Arena to continue practicing his swordsmanship.

He was not the only one at the Martial Arts Arena. There were also sect disciples training in the Special Training Camp.

Given his strength, there had long been no need for him to remain in the camp. Thus, a year ago, he had applied to graduate early.

Among these Special Training Camp disciples, several had also broken through to become Soul Grand Masters. But compared to Ning Tianchen, they were nowhere near his level.

Chen Huayu, who had grown into a big fatty, said enviously, "Sigh, the gap between me and Big Brother is getting bigger and bigger. When will I be able to catch up to Big Brother's current cultivation?"

Qi Huan nudged his shoulder. "Chen Fatty, stop dreaming. Boss receives the sect's focused training. If you can get the same cultivation resources as Boss, then talk about catching up to him."

Chen Fatty snorted. "Hmph, tomorrow I'll take leave and go accept a mission at the Mission Hall. Once I receive the mission rewards, I'll catch up to Big Brother sooner or later."

Qi Huan spread his hands. "Good luck."

The next evening, Ning Tianchen arrived at the manor where Ning Fengzhi's family lived within the sect, led by an attendant.

The manor covered a vast area, and its colorful gardens were filled with all kinds of flowers.

The main building in the center of the manor was tall and grand. Rows upon rows of multicolored Soul Guidance Lamps hung along its walls, creating a magnificent and dazzling sight.

As he walked along the path through the manor, Ning Tianchen noticed that the lamp posts here were all shaped like Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagodas.

Today's family banquet was being held on a patch of grass within the manor.

The venue had been arranged long ago. Ning Rongrong was currently sitting on a chair with a troubled expression.

Ning Tianchen walked over and asked curiously, "What has Rongrong so troubled?"

Upon hearing his voice, a rare hint of delight appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

But she said in low spirits, "Tianchen Gege, Father has decided to send us to Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

"That place is too boring. I don't want to go."

As she said this, her eyes darted around. She leaned close to Ning Tianchen's ear and whispered, "Tianchen Gege, why don't we sneak out? I have a map to the Balak Kingdom. Let's go to Shrek Academy together."

How could Ning Tianchen possibly agree?

Ning Rongrong was, after all, Ning Fengzhi's precious darling and the beloved treasure of the two sects' consecrated elders.

Whether or not the suggestion to leave the sect had come from him, he would certainly be charged with "abducting Ning Rongrong" when the time came.

If Chen Xin stopped teaching him swordsmanship because of this, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

"Rongrong, I'm going into cultivation retreat these next few days. How about you wait a little longer?" Ning Tianchen employed the tactic of stalling.

Ning Rongrong muttered to herself, already forming a plan in her heart.

Before long, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Bone Douluo arrived at the manor together.

Though Sword Bone Douluo was not family, after spending so much time together, he had long become closer than family.

Other than Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi's branch of the family also had several sons.

However, none of his sons had Innate Soul Power above rank five. They were considered complete failures.

In addition, Ning Fengzhi had several wives, each one graceful, refined, and dignified.