Uncle Ning, It's Fine If I Take Five Million Gold Soul Coins from the Sect, Right?

"Ning Fengzhi, Ning Fengzhi... you really are something."

Chen Lang looked at Ning Fengzhi and sneered inwardly, but he wore an innocent smile as he said, "Uncle Ning, don't worry. I'll treat the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as my own home too."

To Chen Lang, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had its own value. The foundation of one of the Upper Three Sects was right there, and he still needed it.

More importantly, he still had to marry his adorable little Qian Renxue, so he would inevitably need the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to bolster his position.

Ning Rongrong was just a spoiled little princess. How could she compare to his little Qian Renxue?

And if he wanted to marry little Qian Renuye, he had to deal with that old woman Bibi Dong.

Although Bibi Dong in the anime really had an incredible figure, looks, and temperament, she was a defiled woman whose heart still yearned for trash like Yu Xiaogang. Her mind had long since become twisted.

Otherwise, why would she want to destroy the Douluo Continent?

Still, with his Martial Soul and talent, he was no match for a genius with Twin Martial Souls like Bibi Dong.

His only hope lay in his system. If he could draw some overpowered Hextech, he might have a chance to kill Bibi Dong ahead of time and seize control of Spirit Hall!

Right, there was also Tang San, his potential love rival!

It seemed that when Qian Renxue first saw Tang San at the Spirit Master Competition, she had greatly admired him and wanted to recruit him.

Then, when she saw the more handsome Tang San at Moonlight Pavilion, she had become somewhat enamored with him.

Looks like I'll have to participate in the Spirit Master Competition and defeat Tang San.

Still, that Shrek Seven Devils team has some real skill. If I want to beat them, I'll need to find sufficiently powerful people.

Or I could become strong enough to take on seven by myself!

Chen Lang had already begun thinking about how to win over Qian Renxue.

"That's good. Good, good."

Ning Fengzhi let out a sigh of relief. After all, his side had been in the wrong first. If Chen Lang, in a fit of anger, directly announced that he was leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then there was no need to think about it—Sword Douluo would definitely leave with him.

At that point, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not only lose a prodigy with the potential to become a Titled Douluo, but also a Titled Douluo with terrifying offensive power.

That was naturally not something he wanted to see.

"Today, in celebration of Lang'er breaking through three ranks in a row and my daughter reaching the Soul Grandmaster realm, the sect will hold a grand celebration!"

After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi solemnly announced this to the sect's many disciples and elders.

Then he spoke to Chen Lang alone. "Consider it your uncle apologizing to you on Rongrong's behalf. Blame me for spoiling Rongrong too much. I hope you won't take it to heart, Lang'er."

"Uncle, I understand. Rongrong is still young, so it's normal for her to be immature. I'll always regard the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as my own home."

Chen Lang revealed an innocent smile. Then he frowned and said, "It's just that there's something I'd like to ask Uncle Ning to help me with."

"What is it? Go ahead and tell me. As long as Uncle Ning can do it, I won't refuse." The moment Ning Fengzhi heard that Chen Lang needed something from him, he immediately brightened up.

He was not afraid that Chen Lang would ask something of him. He was afraid that Chen Lang would ask nothing of him.

"I need five million Gold Soul Coins."

"Five hundred Gold Soul Coins, right? Wait, five million Gold Soul Coins?!"

Ning Fengzhi froze. "Lang'er, what do you need so many Gold Soul Coins for?"

It was not that he thought five million Gold Soul Coins was a lot. Given his wealth, it was merely a drop in the bucket. What shocked him was why a nine-year-old child like Chen Lang needed five million Gold Soul Coins.

"Uncle Ning, I have an important use for them, but I can't say what it is yet..."

Chen Lang put on a troubled expression. "If Uncle Ning thinks it's too much..."

"Not too much, not too much. Isn't it just five million Gold Soul Coins? This Black Card contains no less than that amount. Since Lang'er needs it, consider it an early gift from your uncle to celebrate your breakthrough to Soul Ancestor." Ning Fengzhi took out a Black Gold Card as he spoke.

At the same time, this was also a test of whether Chen Lang could truly break through to Soul Ancestor. If he could, what did a few million Gold Soul Coins matter?

A nine-year-old Soul Ancestor was practically guaranteed to become a Titled Douluo. The only question was how old Chen Lang would be when he reached that level.

If he could become the youngest Titled Douluo, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would rise to first place among the Upper Three Sects.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning."

Chen Lang immediately accepted the Black Card Ning Fengzhi handed him.

As someone whose business spanned the entire Douluo Continent, who had close ties with the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family, and who even served as the crown prince's tutor, Ning Fengzhi had spent five million Gold Soul Coins just to commission Tang San's hidden weapons. Chen Lang had known the other man would give him this money, which was why he had asked for it.

As for what he wanted the money for, the corners of Chen Lang's lips curled upward. He had already made up his mind.

If he poached a few members of the Shrek Seven Devils—or even simply bought Shrek Academy outright—Tang San probably would not shine quite so brightly, would he?

Or perhaps he could join Shrek Academy himself and steer the academy's whole style off course?

Chen Lang's lips curled into a wicked grin.

But upon realizing he was in full public view, he immediately wiped the smile off his face and held the Black Card with both hands, looking utterly thrilled.

Sure enough, he's just a child. Five million Gold Soul Coins resolved this whole matter. Ning Fengzhi also sighed inwardly in relief.

Then, before everyone's eyes, Chen Lang absorbed his third Soul Ring. His Soul Power surged again to Rank 40, and after absorbing his fourth Soul Ring, he became the youngest Soul Ancestor in history!

The sect disciples who had once looked down on Chen Lang all wore expressions as though they had seen a ghost. Neither their faces, their eyes, nor even their hearts dared show the slightest hint of contempt anymore. They did not even feel jealous.

Because once someone realized that the gap between themselves and another person was far too great, all they could feel was envy and awe.

"A nine-year-old Soul Ancestor. Sword Old Man, you really do have a fine grandson. If Chen Mo and his wife were still alive, they would surely be proud too, wouldn't they?"

Bone Douluo was so excited that his face had even flushed red. But when he saw the flash of loneliness in Sword Douluo's eyes, he immediately shut his mouth, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

The deaths of Sword Douluo's son and daughter-in-law had become the pain of his entire life, like a thorn lodged in his heart that could never be pulled out.

That was why he doted so excessively on and cherished his only grandson, the only remaining bloodline of the Chen Clan.

That night.

Chen Lang looked at the drunk Sword Douluo on the bed. After gently covering him with a blanket, he held his grandfather's hand for a moment.

But just as he was about to leave and return to his small courtyard to draw Hextech, Sword Douluo suddenly tightened his grip around Chen Lang's hand. He then opened those weathered, profound eyes and spoke in the gentlest tone, yet with the most domineering words:

"Lang'er, no matter how you managed to reach Soul Ancestor in a single day, or what secrets you carry, I only know that you are the grandson of me, Sword Douluo Chen Xin—and I will forever be your strongest support!"

"As long as your grandfather is here, no one will dare bully you."

Chen Lang's body trembled slightly. His eyes reddened, and then he put on a carefree grin. "Old man, stop getting sentimental in the middle of the night. I might be leaving for quite a while soon, so don't miss me too much."

Yet what answered him was not a question, but Sword Douluo's snoring. Chen Lang did not know whether to laugh or cry. He carefully tucked Sword Douluo's exposed hand beneath the blanket again, then poured a cup of hot water and set it beside the bed before quietly leaving.

After Chen Lang left, Sword Douluo did not open his eyes. He merely wore a gratified, proud smile as a complicated tear slid from the corner of his eye.

How could my Chen Clan ever produce a coward!

It was just that time passed too quickly.

It felt as though only yesterday, that little fellow had not even known how to call him Grandpa. Yet today, he had grown so much in the blink of an eye...