Ning Fengzhi, My Father

At the foot of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, someone had actually attacked a Sect Disciple?

Lin Li had just said that Ning Yang was an interesting person worth befriending when he sensed a surge of Soul Power attacking him.

I'll watch the situation first. If things go wrong, I'll step in.

Lin Li felt that although Ning Yang's talent was lacking, his abilities might be decent. Combined with his background as a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was someone worth befriending.

What was more, judging by his appearance, he truly looked a lot like Ning Fengzhi. Their relationship might not be that simple.

Compared to Ning Rongrong, Lin Li was more inclined to let someone like Ning Fengzhi or Ning Yang take charge of the sect. Negotiating cooperation and other matters with people like them would be better.

Since the Immortal Herb was already part of Lin Li's plans, Ning Rongrong was no longer his only choice. Her personality was similar to Tang San's. She could be disciplined, but it would be exhausting, and both of them had powerful people protecting them from behind the scenes.

Whether she was a true princess or merely suffered from princess syndrome, the fact remained that her personality made the people around her uncomfortable.

So this Ning Yang, who had made a decent first impression, had to be saved.

"Hum!"

The sound of a Sword Hum rang out. The two guards beside Ning Yang struck at the same time, blocking the silver-white Long Sword less than a meter from Ning Yang by the narrowest of margins.

Only after the situation settled down did the others react.

Someone had actually attacked from within the crowd just now?!

Everyone's eyes fell on the assassin.

He was a four-ring Soul Ancestor, with white, yellow, yellow, and yellow Soul Rings. His Martial Soul was an unremarkable Long Sword.

He was not dressed in something conspicuous like a black robe. He had simply shown his face in public.

Ning Yang was clearly somewhat shocked as well, but he still maintained a calm and unruffled expression. He pulled back the foot he had instinctively moved backward.

"Friend, what exactly are you dissatisfied with about me, Ning? Or were you instructed by someone else?"

As Ning Yang spoke, he shot his guards a look, signaling them to seize the man.

The two guards received the order and attacked together.

Judging from the fact that both of their Martial Souls were identical wolves, the two were probably brothers.

Seeing this, Ning Yang felt somewhat reassured. They were only facing a Soul Ancestor, and his two Soul Elder guards could hold him off.

His guards did not possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but they were biological brothers, after all, and their coordination was extremely tight.

What he needed to do now was consider how to extract information from the assassin's mouth and obtain something useful.

Just as Ning Yang was thinking this, he felt a powerful gust of wind rise behind him, blowing his white clothes and long hair high into the air.

Thinking there was another assassin, Ning Yang backed away while turning his head.

The next moment, he saw a handsome young man who did not look very old.

The youth simply met Ning Yang's gaze, then extended a fist in front of him. Just as Ning Yang thought he was about to punch him, the fist opened, and an Iron Ball fell to the ground.

"You..."

Ning Yang gasped heavily, forcing himself to calm down before cupping his fists. "Thank you!"

Lin Li thought for a moment and realized he genuinely had no idea how to strike up a conversation, so he turned his gaze toward the enemy behind him.

Not far away stood a Soul Grandmaster whose Martial Soul was a slingshot. He was the one who had just attacked Ning Yang.

The next moment, in the attacker's eyes, Lin Li's figure suddenly became impossible to follow. By the time she sensed anything, a large hand was already pressing down on her head.

"Bang!"

A clear impact rang out. Looking at the people around her, whose heads were a full stretch higher, the attacker suddenly realized what that sound was.

She had been forced to her knees.

Lin Li dragged her over to Ning Yang and said to him:

"I am Lin Li. I saw injustice and drew my sword to help."

After saying this, Lin Li suddenly thought of Huo Tianquan. If it had been him, he would definitely have asked where the sword was.

Fortunately, Ning Yang did not have the temperament of those people from the Huo Clan.

"Thank you for saving my life, benefactor! Ning will host a banquet tonight to entertain you."

Lin Li was not particularly interested in food. He asked Ning Yang, "Take a look at her. Do you have some grudge against her?"

Lin Li already knew the answer to this question.

It was obvious that this person was with the Soul Ancestor who was still fighting. However, Ning Yang's earlier question made it clear that they did not know each other.

By asking this now, Ning Yang would either say nothing or directly reveal the information Lin Li needed.

Confident in his own strength and talent, Lin Li believed Ning Yang would definitely find a way to win him over. After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had risen to become one of the Upper Three Sects through precisely this approach.

Ning Yang also stared at the female assassin's face, pretending to recall her while actually thinking.

This youth looked at most ten years old, but judging from his move just now, his strength was definitely above that of his guards.

I have to find a way to attract him.

"Ning has indeed never seen this person before, but..."

Ning Yang paused, then said speculatively, "Perhaps it has something to do with my father. Assassinations like this have happened often before."

"Oh?"

Ning Yang heard the clear interest in Lin Li's tone and struggled to suppress the corners of his mouth.

He took the bait. Now I just need to use what Father taught me and gradually make this genius interested.

"My father is Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"So you're the sect master's son. A pleasure to meet you!"

"You're too courteous. You are my lifesaver, after all!"

The Female Soul Master being dragged along lifted her eyes to look at the two of them, completely unable to understand what they meant.

She understood every word they said, but none of it seemed connected.

Could these two be crazy?

But that no longer mattered, because the two guards soon dragged her away together with the other assassin, one before and one behind.

Before leaving, the guards were still somewhat worried about Ning Yang's safety.

Ning Yang, however, said with complete confidence, "With Brother Lin beside me, so what if ten or a hundred more assassins come?!"

The two then headed toward the last tavern in Ning Yang's words, Seven Treasure City, saying that they would drink until neither could stand.

This suited Lin Li perfectly. He had been looking for a chance to observe Ning Yang and decide whether he truly wanted to befriend him.

Benefits were the primary driving force, just as they had been when he saved Huo Tianquan's life.

But when Lin Li befriended someone, he also needed to consider the other party's character and other factors. Whether he acted casually or put on a more reserved front during their conversations was not important.

Otherwise, if one insisted on discussing value, wouldn't Tang San, the future protagonist with Twin God Positions, be the better choice?

Lin Li had spent two years confirming that Tang San was not someone he could befriend deeply. No matter how great the benefits Tang San could bring, it was useless.

If he could get Ning Yang drunk now, he could quickly determine whether he was worth befriending. Otherwise, it would take far too much time.

The two sat in the finest private room of the largest restaurant in Seven Treasure City, drinking from noon until nightfall.

Fortunately, Lin Li had been drunk by Huo Tianquan before. After adapting, his alcohol tolerance had improved, allowing him to avoid meeting an early defeat.

"If I weren't too old and too weak, I truly would like to become sworn brothers with Brother Lin!"

Hearing the words "sworn brothers," Lin Li's mind suddenly cleared.

"Becoming sworn brothers is merely a hollow ritual. You and I hit it off at first sight, so why bother with that?"

"That makes sense! It was Brother Ning who misspoke. I'll punish myself... Five cups!"

With that, Ning Yang continued drinking.

He still retained a sliver of clarity, but not much.

He remembered clearly what his father, Ning Fengzhi, had taught him: ordinary people should be bound through benefits, but geniuses should be won over with sincerity. Only by offering sincerity could one receive sincerity in return.

That was also why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Douluo never abandoned each other. It was because they were both sincere with one another.

Looking at Ning Yang punishing himself with wine, Lin Li had already reached a conclusion.

This person could be befriended.