Gu Yuena: Wherever Chen Fan Goes, I Go

Gu Yuena still stood quietly beside Chen Fan.

Yet three Soul Rings had silently risen around her.

Yellow, yellow, purple!

A perfect Soul Ring configuration!

The aura flowing from those Soul Rings was vast and ancient, originating from the same source as the terrifying Dragon might that had made the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect tremble earlier!

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo instantly forgot what they had been about to say.

Every emotion, every thought, was replaced by the sight before them.

Their gazes were fixed firmly on the three Soul Rings around Na'er, their faces filled with shock.

At her age... over thirty levels of Soul Power?

And that Martial Soul aura...

It was absolutely, absolutely far above the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!

A genius!

Those were the only words left in Ning Fengzhi's mind.

The way he looked at Na'er changed instantly.

The courtyard was so silent that a needle drop could be heard.

A Soul Elder!

A maiden who looked no more than twelve or thirteen was already a Soul Elder with over thirty levels of Soul Power!

Such talent was a rare sight even across the entire continent!

More importantly, the aura emanating from her Martial Soul... that noble, ancient pressure made even the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, which Ning Fengzhi took such pride in, tremble with a hint of submission.

What breakup? What grievances of Rongrong's? Before the sect's future, they all seemed utterly insignificant.

"Cough."

Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat, piling the warmest and most sincere smile he could manage onto his face.

That smile was even more enthusiastic than the one he wore when facing Xue Ye of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

"Chen Fan, it is a good thing, a very good thing, that Miss Na'er is so close to you."

His attitude took a complete one-eighty, leaving Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo staring in bewilderment.

Ning Fengzhi did not care in the slightest. He looked at Na'er with blazing eyes, his tone gentle to the extreme.

"Miss Na'er, would you be willing to join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"The sect will certainly provide you with the finest resources! Whatever you need for cultivation, the sect will obtain for you!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong exchanged a glance, each seeing complicated emotions in the other's eyes.

No wonder Ning Fengzhi could become the sect master.

After giving it some thought, neither of them believed they were capable of changing their expressions so swiftly.

Still...

Both of them felt their faces burn somewhat.

They had just been lamenting Chen Fan's "stubbornness," believing that he had cast aside a tremendous opportunity.

But now...

An opportunity?

This maiden named Na'er was the true heaven-sent opportunity!

In terms of talent, Rongrong could not catch up to a twelve- or thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor even if she rode a horse.

In terms of appearance, she was exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly, like an elf beneath the moon, not inferior to Rongrong in the slightest.

In terms of personality, she was quiet and obedient, wholeheartedly dependent on Chen Fan. She was better than Rongrong's spoiled and willful temper by hundreds or thousands of times!

Other than her unknown family background, Na'er was simply flawless.

This kid was not being foolish at all. He had clearly found a treasure!

For a time, the two Titled Douluo felt a mix of emotions.

They were happy for Chen Fan, yet also regretful for their own Little Princess, who had been spoiled rotten.

Rongrong...

This time, it seemed you really were going to lose Chen Fan.

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's fervent invitation, Na'er merely frowned slightly.

She did not answer. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Chen Fan beside her with her violet eyes.

"I'll listen to Chen Fan."

Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Warmth filled Chen Fan's heart.

He knew that Na'er disliked being watched by too many people, and she was even less willing to join any sect. Otherwise, she would have joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect long ago.

He took Na'er's slightly cool hand and met Ning Fengzhi's expectant gaze before speaking apologetically.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Sect Master, but Na'er has no plans to join a sect for now."

The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face stiffened, but he did not give up.

A peerless genius whose Martial Soul quality might surpass the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had to be won over, no matter what!

"Chen Fan, don't be so quick to refuse!"

He raised the stakes, his tone urgent.

"I can send people to protect you while you hunt Soul Rings. The sect will cover your future Soul Ring needs, as well as all of Miss Na'er's future cultivation expenses!"

"Even if you need Spirit Bones, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to gather them for you."

At those conditions, even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo sucked in a breath.

This was practically the same as the sect cultivating the two of them regardless of cost!

Chen Fan still shook his head, his tone resolute.

"Uncle Ning, I appreciate the gesture. But we really are used to being free."

He did not want Na'er to be unhappy.

That was enough.

Besides, Chen Fan himself had never joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He had merely handled everything as its prospective son-in-law and future heir.

Now that he had broken up with Ning Rongrong,

Chen Fan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect owed each other nothing.

As a level-twenty Soul Master, how many resources could he possibly consume? On the contrary, Chen Fan had earned considerable profits for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing that Chen Fan would not yield no matter what, Ning Fengzhi could finally no longer maintain his smile. It turned into a long sigh.

He knew there was no point in persuading him further.

"Very well."

Ning Fengzhi gave Chen Fan and Na'er a deep look and could only give up.

He and the two Titled Douluo still had important matters to attend to.

The whereabouts of that terrifying dragon-shaped phantom had yet to be investigated!

The three of them turned and left.

In the night wind came Sword Douluo Chen Xin's low murmur.

"Fengzhi, the aura of that silver radiance just now was indeed Miss Na'er's. But what about the Dragon might that shook the entire sect earlier... whose was it? Why did it bloom beside Chen Fan?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong lowered his voice as well.

"It was probably only a coincidence. Chen Fan's Martial Soul is the Scarlet Scale Dragon; everyone in the sect knows that. The Scarlet Scale Dragon could never possess such majesty."

Ning Fengzhi paused, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.

"This matter must be investigated thoroughly."

If they could not recruit Na'er now, there would still be opportunities in the future.

But if they failed to uncover the truth behind that Mysterious dragon shadow...

No one in the sect would be able to sleep peacefully!

The courtyard returned to silence.

Chen Fan watched the three powerful figures depart, and not a ripple remained in his heart.

He would remember the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's kindness.

But this was no longer a place where they should remain.

He lowered his head and looked at Na'er beside him. The maiden was gazing up with her Little Face, her violet eyes crystal-clear beneath the moonlight as she quietly watched him.

Chen Fan smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Na'er, let's go."

"Mm."

Na'er nodded obediently. She did not ask where they were going, nor did she ask why.

As long as she was by his side, it did not matter where they went.

The moonlight flowed like water, spilling across the glazed roof tiles.

Two figures silently left the magnificent sect beneath the cover of night.

The night deepened. At the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, all was silent.

Free from the clamor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Chen Fan felt a wave of relief in his heart.

Everything in the past was like passing smoke and drifting clouds.

From this day onward, he only needed to live for himself and for Na'er at his side.