"Were you serious about what you said just now?"
After dinner, as dusk settled in, Nan Feng kindly escorted Tang Yuehua back to Moonlight Pavilion.
"What did I say?" Nan Feng turned around.
"The things you said to Sect Master Ning." Tang Yuehua looked a little uneasy.
Things like how they could work together someday, and how even bringing down Spirit Hall wasn't out of the question. For the sake of their great anti-feudal, anti-landlord, anti-hegemony cause, anything could be discussed.
And judging by all her years running Moonlight Pavilion in Heaven Dou City, this guy was serious!
He really didn't mind joining forces with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take on Spirit Hall!
"Of course I was serious," Nan Feng said.
"What, am I not allowed to do that?"
Tang Yuehua gave him a strange look. "But aren't you with Spirit Hall? You..."
Nan Feng looked confused. "When did I become one of Spirit Hall's people?"
"Don't get it wrong. I'm the Pope's man."
"The Pope is my woman, too."
"..."
"Huh?" Tang Yuehua was stunned.
What... did that mean?
"Uncle Gu, you seem to like that young man."
On the other side, after managing to get what he wanted, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong left Heaven Dou City and returned to the nearby mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"That kid's interesting," Gu Rong said.
"And he meant every word."
Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless smile. "Yes. He meant every word."
They'd both spent decades navigating the world. Naturally, they could tell whether someone was bluffing or speaking sincerely.
"But the problem is, he meant all of it." Ning Fengzhi's expression was hard to read.
His resentment and complaints about the Elder Hall were genuine, as was his hatred for those old fellows and his desire to take them down. Ning Fengzhi could understand that. But joining forces with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take on Spirit Hall, and all that other stuff he'd said about ushering in a new era... The kid had meant that, too!
What's more, those words had a powerful ability to stir people up.
Could a thirteen-year-old really come up with things like that?
"Whether he was serious or joking, he's only a Soul Ancestor right now. He's got a long way to go before he's qualified to talk about such things," Gu Rong said.
"Young people always have all kinds of ideas. In a few years, those might just seem like childish nonsense."
"When I was young, I dreamed of being like that Sword Douluo, with pretty girls fawning over me wherever I went. But decades have passed, and I don't even know when I lost all interest in those pretty girls. All I care about now is settling things with that Sword Douluo."
Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly. "You two really have been at each other for decades."
What a pair of rivals!
"But that thing the kid mentioned—why not think it over?" Gu Rong said.
Ning Fengzhi's face darkened. "Uncle Gu, Rongrong isn't even a month old!"
"Come on, she'll grow up eventually," Gu Rong said with a laugh.
"Besides, I do think that kid's pretty interesting. At least, he's a lot more interesting than that Sword Douluo. Keep an eye on him, and if he seems suitable..."
"Uncle Gu!" Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to cut him off.
"We can talk about that later. I don't think that kid is the type to settle down."
"A thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor..." Gu Rong mused.
"When I was thirteen, I was only a Soul Elder. Sure, no one my age could beat me, but I have to admit, that kid's a few steps ahead of where I was."
Ning Fengzhi was taken aback. "A few steps ahead? What do you mean?"
"That kid's ability to sense danger is downright terrifying," Gu Rong said seriously.
"And don't forget: according to the information we gathered, that kid was standing right beside Tang Xiao when Tang Xiao and the two elders of the Clear Sky Sect fought!"
"Could a Soul Ancestor stand beside a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo while they fought?"
Forget a Soul Ancestor—even a Soul Saint would have had to stay far away!
The shockwaves from two Martial Soul Avatars colliding weren't something a mere Soul Ancestor could withstand!
There was definitely something off about that kid!
"So this is Blue Tyrant Academy?"
After finishing up the ideological work with the Martial Soul Temple's bishops, Nan Feng resumed his entertainment.
"You... what are you planning to do?" Yue Guan asked, his expression odd.
"Just so you know, the elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan backing this academy is Yu Luomian."
"Yu Luomian? Is he that impressive?" Nan Feng asked.
"He's a Soul Douluo," Yue Guan replied.
"Can you beat him?" Nan Feng asked.
Yue Guan's eye twitched. "I'm a Titled Douluo!"
Nan Feng scoffed. "A Titled Douluo who got killed even when it was three against one."
Yue Guan's face darkened.
You're never going to let that go, are you?
With Yue Guan's name to open doors, no one dared stop them as they entered Blue Tyrant Academy. Before long, they reached the Academic Affairs Office.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, what brings you here?" A woman who looked about Tang Yuehua's age, but with a more athletic build, came out to greet them.
Blue Tyrant Academy's dean, Liu Erlong.
People called her Mother Tyrannosaurus, but she was still very polite in the presence of a Titled Douluo.
"Want to know where Yu Xiaogang is?" Nan Feng asked bluntly.
Liu Erlong froze, her emotions surging in an instant. "Where is he?"
"Before I answer, you have to agree to one condition," Nan Feng said.
"I'll agree to anything. Just tell me where he is!" Liu Erlong urged.
"Anything?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow.
Liu Erlong hesitated, then looked wary. "What... do you want?"
"You. Would that be okay?" Nan Feng asked.
Liu Erlong's expression turned cold, and a hint of Killing Intent spilled from her. "Chrysanthemum Douluo, the person you brought here seems..."
"No?" Nan Feng frowned.
"Fine! Yue Guan, attack!"
Yue Guan sighed. "Young lady, don't blame me for picking on someone weaker. This is the way of the world. Sometimes, you have no choice..."
"..."
A minute later, Mother Tyrannosaurus lay limp on the ground, too weak even to stand.
"Look at you. Do I seem like the kind of person who'd play fair?" Nan Feng said helplessly, patting Liu Erlong on the head.
"You!" Liu Erlong glared at him furiously.
A Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall had stooped to such shameless depths—using his strength to bully a Spirit Emperor like her!
"Oh, still not giving up?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow. A flash of light crossed his hand, and Liu Erlong instantly became an adorable little rabbit.
With her Soul Power exhausted, even someone like Liu Erlong, a Spirit Emperor, could easily be turned into a small animal.
Of course, once her Soul Power recovered, she'd still be able to force herself back to normal.
"Don't squirm." Nan Feng picked up the little rabbit that was Liu Erlong and patted her bottom.
"Don't make me take advantage of you while you're down. Believe me, I'm capable of it!"
Liu Erlong stiffened. Her legs, which had just been about to struggle, drew back nervously.
"Good." Nan Feng patted Liu Erlong on the head, satisfied.
This was why he hadn't unlocked any offensive Talismans. What was the point?
With his little bit of Soul Power, what good would having offensive power do? Would it make him stronger than a Titled Douluo?
Rather than waste a Talisman slot on a bit of power that might not even be useful, he was better off getting something practical.
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