My Father Is Zhang Erhe

In the Restroom, Flender did not stop lecturing Ma Hongjun just because Dai Mubai had left.

"Hongjun, starting tomorrow, this headmaster will give you extra training. It will continue until your coordination with your classmates in Two-on-Two Spirit Fights satisfies me."

Ma Hongjun looked utterly miserable upon hearing this. "Teacher, this clearly isn't my problem. It's Dai—"

Flender's expression turned exceptionally stern as he shot him a fierce glare. "Mubai's problem is only one part of it. Was your performance in the spirit fight truly so outstanding?"

"Don't think this headmaster doesn't know that your recklessness caused Mubai to be injured by your spirit skill."

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun lowered his head without saying a word.

Ning Tianchen could not help but shake his head inwardly.

At their core, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai were the same kind of people. They would not reflect on their own mistakes, only shift the blame onto others or other factors.

The very definition of nonstick.

After reprimanding Ma Hongjun, Flender turned his gaze to the others.

Compared to before, his expression had eased considerably, and he even wore a faint smile.

"He changes faces way too fast," Ning Rongrong muttered quietly.

Flender first looked toward Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing. "This headmaster watched your one-on-one spirit fight. Zhuqing performed well, but Tang San's performance was even better."

Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power Level was lower than Tang San's, and Control System Spirit Masters naturally held a degree of advantage over Agility Attack System Spirit Masters. Her defeat in that spirit fight was understandable.

"No one expected an Internal Match to occur. Starting tomorrow, students of the same level who register for spirit fights should leave some time between themselves and avoid overlapping."

After all, classmates could spar with one another anytime. Meanwhile, each person could only participate in each type of spirit fight once per day at the Great Soul Arena. Such a valuable opportunity for training could not be wasted.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, Rongrong, and Zhuqing, you all performed well in the Two-on-Two Spirit Fights. Keep it up."

"Tianchen, your performance greatly satisfied this headmaster. However, Two-on-Two Spirit Fights are team spirit fights, so you must also coordinate with your teammate as appropriate."

Ning Tianchen's performance was naturally beyond reproach. If his partner had not been a Support System Spirit Master, they should have displayed even more brilliant coordination.

At last, Flender clapped his hands. "All right, tonight's training ends here. After returning, properly digest the insights you gained from today's spirit fights. Also, this headmaster must remind you all to rest early tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will officially begin the first lesson of the new school year."

After leaving the Great Soul Arena.

The Yu Die Sisters, Yu Die and Cai Die, had been waiting there for quite some time.

"Sword Dao Tianchen, would you honor us with your presence? An elder in our family wishes to meet you." Yu Die stepped forward with a smile.

Ning Rongrong vigilantly stood in front of Ning Tianchen. "We are both disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so give up on trying to recruit him."

Yu Die merely covered her mouth and smiled. "Little sister, are you really so afraid we'll steal your man away?"

Ning Rongrong had never been a petty person. Besides, given her relationship with Ning Tianchen over so many years, how could anyone possibly shake it so easily?

She was only doing this to prevent Ning Tianchen from being poached or betraying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

That was right. Exactly.

"Rongrong, do you think I should go?" Ning Tianchen did not state his position, instead asking Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong smiled gently. "Go ahead, Tianchen Gege. Maybe I'll gain two more followers in the future."

Her meaning was clear: she wanted Ning Tianchen to try recruiting their family.

Among the sects on the continent, aside from Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the few that treated disciples with outside surnames exceptionally well.

Most families wished to cling to such a powerful backer, but they simply lacked the opportunity.

Ning Tianchen had told her about Yu Die and Cai Die's situation not long ago. Weren't they precisely the people they needed to recruit?

Recruiting talented Spirit Masters for the sect would count as a great contribution. When she returned to the family and faced her father, she would have more confidence as well.

"Fine. I'll be back soon, so don't worry, Rongrong." Ning Tianchen gently stroked her forehead, then followed the Yu Die Sisters toward a Tea House not far away.

On the second floor of the Tea House.

Yu Die knocked on the wooden door of a private room. "Father, Sword Dao Tianchen is here."

"Come in." A deep, heavy voice sounded from within.

The door to the private room opened, revealing a burly middle-aged man seated beside a tea table. A vicious scar ran across his cheek, while the back of his left hand, which lightly tapped the table, bore wounds both old and new.

Ning Tianchen immediately came to a conclusion.

This man had surely fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He might even have been a military man.

Upon seeing Ning Tianchen, the man rose to his feet with a faint smile and took the initiative to shake his hand. "Forgive me for troubling you so abruptly, young friend. I am Zhang Erhe."

Ning Tianchen shook his hand, and his expression suddenly froze.

The words "My father is Zhang Erhe" echoed endlessly in his mind, accompanied by images that surfaced one after another.

Should I draw my blade now, or say, "Exile him to Lingnan"?

"Young friend, is there a problem?" Zhang Erhe asked somewhat doubtfully.

Regaining his senses, Ning Tianchen gave a slight bow. "This junior is Ning Tianchen. It is so late already. May I ask what guidance you have for me, Senior?"

Zhang Erhe reached out and helped him up. "Your surname is Ning. Are you a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, young friend?"

Before meeting Ning Tianchen, Yu Die had already briefed him. Mentioning the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now was merely meant to ascertain Ning Tianchen's status within the sect.

"That is correct. If Senior wishes to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I can write a letter to the Sect Master on your behalf."

Ning Tianchen was not truly a child. After roughly guessing the other party's intentions, he adjusted the way he spoke.

Zhang Erhe was definitely no ordinary man. If he had no designs whatsoever, there was no way he would have approached him.

Zhang Erhe did not take the bait, instead smiling lightly as he changed the subject. "Yu'er told me that your martial spirit resembles the Seven Kill Sword Spirit. May I ask what your relationship is with Sword Douluo?"

"Of course, if you find it inconvenient, young friend, you need not answer."

Is he hoping to ask Grandfather to help him hunt spirit beasts? Ning Tianchen wondered.

He could not sense Zhang Erhe's exact strength. What he could be certain of was that Zhang Erhe's strength definitely surpassed that of a Soul Emperor. He might be a high-level Soul Saint, and it was even possible that his soul power had reached level eighty.

A Soul Saint could already be called an expert. To improve further, those lacking sufficient talent could only rely on joining major powers and obtaining more cultivation resources.

Zhang Erhe might join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but the sect would have to offer a price that satisfied him.

Ning Tianchen was currently only a youth and did not participate in any of the sect's decisions. Therefore, he could not make any promises.

With that in mind, he said, "Senior, my parents died during one of the sect's operations. Strictly speaking, I have no family within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

A flicker of disappointment passed through Zhang Erhe's eyes.

The appearance of a Seven Kill Sword Spirit within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect carried far too much significance. Ning Fengzhi or Sword Douluo could not possibly have made no response.

At present, only two possibilities could explain it.

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