"That makes sense. I heard from Dad that your name is Li Qingxuan?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Li Qingxuan without saying anything, which counted as an admission, then continued, "Two months ago, when Crown Prince Xue Qinghe came to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I heard him praise you highly. I also think you're a promising talent."
"What exactly else did the Crown Prince say?"
"He also said that the two guards by your side were both Titled Douluo. When I heard that, I thought you were amazing. With two Titled Douluo, you could completely establish your own sect."
"Just like Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa. They're also the pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If they were to fall one day, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might face its greatest disaster."
Ning Rongrong knew why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was admired and respected.
It was inseparable from the identities of Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo.
Of course, it was also inseparable from the father she respected most.
Ning Fengzhi had come this time to discuss ways to make money with them.
"You're young, but you know quite a lot."
Li Qingxuan was somewhat surprised. Everything Ning Rongrong said was reasonable.
"Of course. Although I'm about the same age as you, that doesn't mean I think like a child."
After being praised, Ning Rongrong still placed her hands on her waist, looking extremely proud.
Thinking of how this Seven Treasure princess, who had been pampered since childhood, would eventually attain the divine position of the Nine-Colored Goddess—
her life could be considered an extremely successful one. However, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's ultimate fate was not nearly as fortunate.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had accumulated wealth over such a long inheritance, even for more than a thousand years, and all of it was inseparable from the efforts of each sect master.
Among the Top Three Sects, the wealthiest was undoubtedly the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The strongest might have been the Clear Sky Sect, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan currently had only one Titled Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen, holding down the fort.
The current sect master, Ning Fengzhi, had practically gone all-in with the sect's resources, disregarding all consequences and wagering everything he had.
In the end, his daughter attained godhood as the Nine-Colored Goddess and ascended to the divine realm. That was certainly a good thing, but when the Spirit Hall Empire carried out the Soul-Hunting Plan, all the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth was plundered.
Both of the sect's two Douluo had fallen, leaving only the sect master himself and a scant number of disciples.
The lofty Sect Master Ning had become little more than a commander without an army in just a few decades. Still, he retained his strength.
Whether he wanted to recruit allies, make money, or search for heavenly treasures, he had opportunities. However, the wealth he accumulated anew could never compare with what had been passed down through generations.
Returning to the present, Li Qingxuan had no particular opinion about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's later fate. Being able to cooperate and earn more money was certainly a good thing for the Sky Mending Pavilion.
Without money or Gold Soul Coins, it would be impossible to recruit Soul Masters.
"Li Qingxuan, I'm really curious. A genius like you isn't joining an academy now, so how are you going to participate in the Soul Master Tournament later?"
Ning Rongrong stared at Li Qingxuan with her big eyes.
The Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament was held once every few years. Winning the championship could also be considered an honor.
"The Soul Master Tournament."
Li Qingxuan smiled faintly as he looked at Ning Rongrong. "Do you want to form a team with me? We can participate in the Soul Master Tournament together when the time comes."
"You're lying."
"How am I lying?"
"There are only two of us, you and me. We need at least five more people. Besides, what status would we participate under?"
Ning Rongrong felt that Li Qingxuan was painting her a pretty picture. Registering for the Soul Master Tournament required registration through an academy, but Li Qingxuan had not joined any academy.
She was not that easy to fool.
"For me, this is just a small matter. If you want to join, I'll take you to win the championship. How about that?" Li Qingxuan said with a smile.
"Really?"
"If you can take me to win the championship, then once I become the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, we'll launch a major business plan together."
Ning Rongrong smiled. In any case, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would eventually fall into her hands.
Just as the two of them were chatting animatedly, the gate outside the estate was suddenly knocked on.
"Who is it? What a mood killer."
Ning Rongrong immediately looked displeased. She had still wanted to discuss their grand plans for the future.
"Hahaha, Miss Ye, Miss Tang, you truly combine beauty and intelligence. I hope our cooperation will be a pleasant one."
Ning Fengzhi was the first to walk out of the room, his laughter spreading throughout the courtyard.
Their negotiations over the partnership had gone extremely smoothly, and the division remained sixty-forty.
The main reason was that he had looked over many of Tang Ya and Ye Guyi's designs, including their later drafts, and all of them had the potential to become huge hits.
He was making so much money now so that Ning Rongrong would have a stronger foundation when she inherited the family business in the future.
After walking out, everyone saw Li Qingxuan and Ning Rongrong engaged in a lively conversation.
Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised. Normally, Rongrong would not take the initiative to talk so enthusiastically with a stranger.
"Dad!"
When Ning Rongrong saw Ning Fengzhi come out, she immediately ran over.
"What are you and Young Master Li talking about so happily, Rongrong?"
"Of course, we're discussing our grand plans for working with Li Qingxuan in the future." Ning Rongrong smiled faintly.
Ning Fengzhi's smile stiffened. Grand plans?
Just as Ning Fengzhi was wondering about it, the gate outside the estate was knocked on again, and this time the force was even greater than before.
"Young Master Li, it seems you have more guests." Ning Fengzhi's thoughts returned to the present.
Ye Guyi walked to the gate. When she opened it, she saw two familiar figures.
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
Tang Ya looked at the two of them, then pulled Li Qingxuan aside and asked in a low voice,
"Young Master, who are those two? Why does that boy look so familiar?"
She always felt that she had seen him somewhere before.
"It's only natural that he looks familiar. He's Tang San, the original sect master of the Tang Sect and the Heir of the Sea God. As for the Evil Spirit Cult's establishment that we mentioned in the Star Dou Great Forest, it happened because, after Tang San finished everything in the City of Slaughter, he completely blew up the City of Slaughter. That was what caused the Fallen Soul Masters from the City of Slaughter to begin appearing on the mainland at all times."
"Think about it. A place filled with evil criminals and Fallen Soul Masters—if that place were destroyed, they would certainly appear on the mainland and establish another place that could contain them."
This was also a cause-and-effect consequence Tang San had planted before becoming a god.
"What Young Master says makes sense. Tang Ya believes you."
"Still, I never expected the sect master of the Tang Sect from ten thousand years ago to come looking for us in person. I want to see what exactly they're here for."
Tang Ya smiled faintly, then immediately went to Ye Guyi's side and sized up Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.
"It's you?!" Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
Ye Guyi's eyes were cold. "You actually brought your disciple here. What are you trying to do?"
"We came to discuss some matters with Young Master Li. Perhaps I can help him."
"With my store of knowledge, I can certainly take Young Master Li's business to an even higher level."
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