Swords Drawn, Ning Fengzhi Arrives

"You..."

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was filled with fury, her chest rising and falling slightly with anger.

It was the first time in her life she had encountered someone who did not take her seriously.

She was the Pearl in the Palm of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When had she ever suffered such cold treatment?

At that moment.

Lu Yan slowly emerged from behind the screen, his calm gaze sweeping over the arrogant young girl at the door and the guards behind her, whose auras were heavy and restrained.

He noticed the impatience on Dugu Yan's face.

"You're the owner?"

Seeing that the youth before her appeared only three or four years older than herself, Ning Rongrong asked in surprise.

As if he had not heard her, Lu Yan walked over and softly asked Dugu Yan,

"Sister Yan Yan, what happened?"

Just now, he had immersed his Spiritual Power in the Dream to guide Ye Lingling, leaving only a sliver of awareness to watch the outside world.

He had awakened only after hearing the commotion.

Dugu Yan gave a cold snort, glanced at Ning Rongrong, and spoke disdainfully.

"Nothing. Someone just tried to smash me with money."

As the granddaughter of a Titled Douluo, when had she ever lacked money or valuables?

To her, this manner of using Gold Soul Coins to clear the way was nothing but a crude and unbearable insult.

In just a few words, she explained how Ning Rongrong had tried to forcefully buy a slot by raising the price.

"Hey." Seeing that he actually dared to ignore her, Ning Rongrong's young mistress temper finally erupted. "Didn't you hear me?"

"I heard you."

Only then did Lu Yan give her an indifferent glance, his eyes utterly without ripples.

Dugu Yan was his friend, and perhaps even his woman. No matter what happened, he would stand by her side. That was his bottom line.

"Then you..." Ning Rongrong wanted to say more.

But Lu Yan interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Today's slots are full. 'Heaven' is closed and will not receive customers.

Please leave."

Having said that.

Lu Yan no longer looked at her, instead turning to Dugu Yan with a gentle smile.

"Sister Yan Yan, don't get angry over irrelevant people. It's your turn."

Watching the two of them turn to leave, Ning Rongrong's rage burned hotter. When had anyone ever treated her so dismissively?

"Two thousand. I'll give you two thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Let me experience Dream Entry once."

Ning Rongrong shrieked at their backs.

Lu Yan did not slow in the slightest. Only his calm voice drifted back.

"Once rules are established, they will not be broken for anyone or any amount of money.

If you want to experience it, come early tomorrow."

"You..." Ning Rongrong trembled with rage.

Dugu Yan turned back at that moment, raised an eyebrow, and cast her a look of contempt and triumph, as if to say:

"See? This is my privilege. You can't buy it with money."

That look completely ignited Ning Rongrong's fury.

"Ten times the price. I'll pay ten times the price—ten thousand Gold Soul Coins."

Ning Rongrong then snorted coldly.

"I am the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You'd better think carefully about the consequences of refusing me."

Today, she would make this arrogant owner and that hateful woman lower their heads.

She had plenty of money.

"We won't see you out."

Lu Yan's reply consisted only of four Ice-Cold words. He could not even be bothered to turn his head.

He recognized Ning Rongrong's identity, but that did not mean he had to swallow his anger.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might be powerful, but Lu Yan was no longer the same as when he had first arrived in Heaven Dou City.

Beside herself with anger, Ning Rongrong ordered the guards behind her,

"Catch them for me. I want to see whether he can still act so arrogant."

The two guards moved, and Soul Power Fluctuations surged forth in an instant.

Lu Yan's gaze sharpened, Purple Light suddenly flickering in his eyes.

His Spiritual Power condensed to the extreme, and his Soul Impact was ready to strike.

Dugu Yan also summoned her Martial Soul. Two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings floated around her.

Behind the screen, Ye Lingling silently stepped out, the Nine Heart Begonia spinning in her hand.

The atmosphere in the room immediately grew taut.

"Stop!"

At that critical moment, a gentle yet unquestionable voice came from the doorway.

Upon hearing it, the two guards' expressions changed slightly. They immediately halted and respectfully stepped aside.

Ning Rongrong froze, then looked toward the voice, panic flashing across her face. "Dad... Dad?"

Ning Fengzhi calmly entered from outside. He cast Ning Rongrong a mildly reproachful glance and said softly,

"Rongrong, you're causing trouble again."

His voice was soft, yet it carried the authority of a Sect Master.

Behind him followed an old man with white hair and beard, his body straight as a sword.

Chen Xin's eyes flashed like lightning as they swept over Lu Yan, and a trace of surprise immediately crossed his face.

"What concentrated Spiritual Power. No wonder he defeated Yu Tianheng in a single blow. He truly is extraordinary." He then looked at Ning Fengzhi with a somewhat indulgent smile. "Fengzhi, don't be too harsh on Rongrong.

She is only a child, fond of play and mischief. She never truly intended to hurt anyone."

"Uncle Sword, please stop spoiling her."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly, his tone carrying both helplessness and severity.

"This girl has become more and more lawless. In broad daylight, she actually dared to bully others with her status. What kind of behavior is this?"

"Dad, they're the ones in the wrong."

Seeing someone to rely on, Ning Rongrong was instantly overwhelmed by grievance. Her eyes immediately reddened as she said tearfully,

"I already offered ten thousand Gold Soul Coins, but he still refused.

I only wanted to experience 'Heaven.' It's not as if I wasn't going to pay.

I pay, and he does the job.

That's only natural. What did I do wrong?"

Ning Rongrong did not feel there was anything improper about her behavior.

Dugu Yan was nearly angered into laughter by her bandit logic.

"So as long as you want something, everyone has to give it to you, whether they want to or not."

Ning Rongrong retorted, "That's not what I said."

"Enough." Ning Fengzhi's face darkened as he rebuked her.

"The rules were set by the owner. How can you force others to break them just because of your own whims?

This was all your one-sided wishful thinking. You pressed them step by step, yet you still think you are in the right."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, already crying.

After reprimanding his daughter.

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, his smile returning as he cupped his hands toward Lu Yan and Dugu Yan.

"I am Ning Fengzhi. My daughter is unruly, and I have been lax in disciplining her.

She offended the three of you. On her behalf, Ning offers his apologies and hopes the three of you will be magnanimous."

Lu Yan's expression did not change. He merely replied calmly,

"Sect Master Ning is too courteous.

There is no need for an apology. I only hope your daughter will not disturb the peace of this small shop again in the future."

Ning Fengzhi took a liking to Lu Yan.

Even facing him, Lu Yan remained neither servile nor overbearing, with a clear mind.

He was indeed worthy of being the Dream Master of the Soul Fighting Arena.

He was worth recruiting personally.

However, he had only just finished speaking with Qinghe and had arrived a little late, yet his daughter had already clashed with them.

Recruiting him had now become more complicated.

"Hmph."

A cold snort suddenly rang out.

Chen Xin abruptly stared at the doorway. The Seven Kill Sword floating behind him glowed faintly.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is quite imposing indeed.

Sect Master Ning, did you bring Sword Douluo here to bully my juniors?"

An Ice-Cold voice spread through the entire room.

A faintly fishy sweetness filled the air.

Ning Fengzhi frowned.

He had not expected Old Poison to be in Heaven Dou City.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

They saw Dugu Bo leaning against the doorframe, coldly watching Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

"Grandpa."

Dugu Yan cried out in delight.

Only then did Dugu Bo put away his coldness. Looking at Lu Yan and his granddaughter, he asked with concern,

"Are you all right?"

Lu Yan shook his head.

For a moment, this small room had gathered two Titled Douluo and the world's number one support.