Douluo: Martial Soul Black Hole, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Faced with Ning Fengzhi's proposal, everyone held different views.

Chen Xin believed that Yang Ziyuan possessed high talent and formidable strength. If his character was decent, he would certainly make a fine son-in-law.

However, Yang Ziyuan thought, forget about that little ancestor of yours!

If he really had to choose, he would rather pick Qian Renxue than that little witch, Ning Rongrong!

After all, whether it was family background, talent, or personality, Qian Renxue was absolutely streets ahead of her!

Besides, he had no interest in playing some kind of "raising a child" game with Ning Rongrong!

I mean, wouldn't a mature, caring older sister be much better?

At this moment, Qian Renxue suddenly sensed a hint of danger.

With her intelligence, how could she not guess Ning Fengzhi's intentions?

This old guy must have seen through Ziyuan's immense talent.

That was why he was so impatient to push his own daughter onto him!

No! I have to go and see for myself! Otherwise, I might get my home stolen without even knowing it!

As for Yang Wuhui, he was contemplating the pros and cons of the situation.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was known as the world's number one support-type martial soul, and Ning Fengzhi's daughter had surely inherited it.

If Ziyuan were to form a good relationship with her, it might prove helpful for his future path!

"Very well!"

In the end, Yang Wuhui agreed.

Seeing that Yang Wuhui had consented, Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your grace. I will take you there right away."

"Teacher, may I come along?"

"Uh, that's fine too!"

Although he didn't understand why Xue Qinghe wanted to tag along, he didn't mind doing the other party a favor.

Guided by Ning Fengzhi, the two soon arrived at the mountain where the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was located, then boarded a flying boat and slowly descended onto the peak.

Along the way, Yang Ziyuan and his grandfather were dazzled by the prosperous sights of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Your Excellency Chixiao, please follow me!"

With that, Ning Fengzhi led everyone to the back mountain.

He then sent someone to fetch Ning Rongrong.

"Since we've arrived, let's begin!"

At this point, Sword Douluo, who had been itching for a fight, couldn't help but urge them.

"Fine, let's begin!"

Immediately, the two soared into the air.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi didn't care in the slightest.

If he hadn't known about Yang Ziyuan's situation, he might have been interested in watching a duel between two Title Douluo.

But now? He only wanted to figure out how to use this time to tie Yang Ziyuan to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's warship!

"Come, come, Ziyuan, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Ning Rongrong."

"Hello, Miss Ning!"

"Ah? Oh, hello, hello!"

As someone who appreciated a handsome face, Ning Rongrong was momentarily dazed upon seeing the dashing Yang Ziyuan, not even noticing when he greeted her!

However, she quickly snapped out of it and responded with a hurried, shy smile.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's dazed expression, Ning Fengzhi was ecstatic.

Great, it seems Rongrong is quite interested in Ziyuan!

Although he had wanted to use a marriage alliance to win over Yang Ziyuan, he didn't want to sacrifice his daughter's happiness. That was why he had gone to such lengths to bring them here—to gauge Ning Rongrong's attitude.

But now, it seemed things were moving in a positive direction!

"Rongrong, this is the grandson of Your Excellency Chixiao—Yang Ziyuan. He is a little older than you, so you should call him Brother Ziyuan."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong blushed slightly and said softly, "Mm!"

"Ziyuan, my Rongrong has been spoiled since she was a child, and her temper is a bit willful. If there is anything amiss, please bear with her!"

Hearing Ning Fengzhi expose her shortcomings, Ning Rongrong became anxious and quickly said with a shy pout, "Dad, I'm not like that!"

"Sect Master Ning, please rest assured. I don't think Miss Ning is the type to be unreasonable."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi nodded.

At this moment, curious to learn more, Ning Rongrong asked, "Brother Ziyuan, what level are you now?"

"This..."

Seeing Yang Ziyuan unable to speak, Ning Rongrong assumed his talent was poor and was just about to feel disappointed when she was interrupted by Ning Fengzhi.

"Rongrong, you shouldn't be showing off that little bit of cultivation in front of your brother Ziyuan."

"Why?"

"Because, Ziyuan's current level is at least no lower than level 50!"

"What?!!"

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's answer, Ning Rongrong's mouth hung open in shock.

Level 50, what kind of concept was that?! That was a Spirit King level Spirit Master!

Thinking about how she had looked down on him just moments ago, Ning Rongrong wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

However, upon reflection, she became extremely curious.

"Brother Ziyuan, how do you cultivate? Why is it that with my innate spirit power of level 9, I have only just barely reached level 19, yet you have managed to reach the level of a Spirit King? Could it be that you have innate full spirit power? But that doesn't add up either! Even if you had innate full spirit power, it would be impossible to pull such a massive gap, right?"

Facing Ning Rongrong's persistent questioning, Yang Ziyuan did not want to answer.

"Rongrong, everyone has their own secrets; you shouldn't pry so casually. It's fine for now, but if you go outside without your Sword Grandpa and the others watching over you, you will definitely be taught a lesson! Besides, do you even have the nerve to bring up your talent? If you could work a little harder and not be so playful, your level wouldn't be stuck below that of a Great Spirit Master!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong was left speechless and could only silently shut her mouth.

"Hehe! Teacher, let's continue watching the duel between the two冕下."

Seeing that Yang Ziyuan was not interested in Ning Rongrong, Xue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject.

"Very well."

At the same time, the battle on the other side was already nearing its end.

"Hahaha!! As expected of the Sword Douluo, the number one in attack under the heavens! It seems I have no choice but to use my hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!"

Hearing this, Chen Xin looked at Yang Wuhui with a grave expression.

"Please, enlighten me!"

"Good! Ninth Spirit Skill, Nine Dragons Crimson Flame Slash!"

Accompanied by Yang Wuhui's roar, nine crimson dragons soared into the sky from the Chixiao Blade in his hand.

Immediately after, the nine crimson dragons intertwined, instantly transforming into a fierce blade aura that slashed down ruthlessly toward Chen Xin!

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"Haha!! Well come!"

"Seven Kill Domain, activate!"

"Ninth Spirit Skill, God and Devil Dual Slash!"

Seeing that Yang Wuhui's ninth spirit skill was so overbearing, Chen Xin did not dare to be careless.

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At that moment, he channeled all his power into the Seven Kill Sword and unleashed the power of his domain!

Suddenly, the sharp sword qi on Chen Xin's body became even keener, spreading outward in all directions as if it were tangible!

Following that, a giant maw tore open in the firmament, and from it emerged a massive Seven Kill Sword that thrust down fiercely toward the blade aura!

"Boom!!"

In an instant, the two powerful forces intertwined, triggering waves of explosions!

For a moment, Chen Xin's offensive was neutralized, and he himself was forced to retreat several steps!

Yang Wuhui did not have it easy either; the powerful shockwaves caused the blood in his body to churn incessantly.