Moral Blackmail? Refused! Ning Fengzhi: Where Does That Leave My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Han Yu sat in the seat of honor without moving an inch, merely looking at him with a half-smile.

"Sect Master Ning, I can no longer bear the title of 'uncle.'

A guest is a guest upon entering, but since you have come to the Ling Tian Sect, it would be more appropriate to address me as Sect Master Han."

Chen Xin frowned, a faint yet sharp sword intent emanating from him as he said coldly,

"Han Yu, even if you and Old Bones left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Fengzhi is still your elder.

Your attitude is rather too arrogant."

"Arrogant?"

Han Yu sneered, meeting Chen Xin's gaze without yielding in the slightest.

"Sword Douluo, get the situation straight.

This is the Ling Tian Sect, not the main hall of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The fact that I have not had you thrown out is already out of consideration for our past relationship."

"You—"

Chen Xin's eyes turned cold.

"Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to stop Chen Xin. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Han Yu with a complicated expression.

"Sect Master Han is right. Times have changed.

I simply never expected that after you and Uncle Bone left the sect, you would truly accomplish something so earth-shaking."

Ning Fengzhi paused, a hint of probing in his gaze.

"Even the renowned Dragon and Snake Duo, along with the entire Exotic Beast Academy, have willingly joined the Ling Tian Sect.

Sect Master Han's methods truly alarm me."

"Sect Master Ning is certainly well-informed."

Han Yu lifted his teacup, blew on the steam, and said casually,

"I merely absorbed a few clans and academies. The Ling Tian Sect has a weak foundation, so I had to find some people to fill the ranks.

What, did Sect Master Ning honor us with his presence today merely to offer me a few compliments?"

Ning Fengzhi looked directly into Han Yu's eyes, his smile fading as his tone became solemn.

"I came today for two reasons. First, to see Uncle Bone. Second... to ask one question face-to-face.

Now that things have come to this, will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Ling Tian Sect be enemies or friends in the future?"

Han Yu gave a cold laugh and casually set his teacup on the table with a soft clink.

"Enemies or friends?

Sect Master Ning, that does not depend on me. It depends on the attitude of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely complicated. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"Han Yu... from beginning to end, we were in the wrong.

Rongrong was too willful and made you feel betrayed. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has wronged you."

At this moment, Chen Xin also withdrew his sword intent. His tone softened somewhat as he added,

"Han Yu, Rongrong has deeply realized her mistake over the past few days in the sect.

We came today in the hope that you could let bygones be bygones and fulfill the previous marriage agreement.

In a few years, once she is a little older, Fengzhi will formally marry Rongrong to you, and our two families can mend their old ties."

"No, absolutely not."

Han Yu hurriedly waved his hands as though avoiding some enormous trouble, interrupting Chen Xin without hesitation.

"I am not fortunate enough to enjoy such a blessing. There is no need."

Chen Xin's face instantly turned livid, and the anger he had just suppressed surged up again.

"Han Yu!

Do not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!

Rongrong is the precious jewel of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

For her to lower her head and admit her mistake, and to be willing to marry beneath her station to you, is already an immense favor!"

"A favor?"

Han Yu could not help but sneer, his eyes full of mockery.

"Sword Douluo, you should save that kind of favor for someone else.

In my eyes, she is nothing but a spoiled young lady.

I, Han Yu, have not sunk so low as to serve an ancestor."

"Impudence!"

Chen Xin shouted furiously, sword qi faintly surging around him.

"Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi once again gripped Chen Xin tightly, his own face looking extremely unpleasant.

Yet he was deeply calculating. He forcibly suppressed the displeasure in his heart and sighed.

"Han Yu, I know you are angry.

But do you truly feel no attachment to the past at all?"

"Sect Master Ning, let us speak plainly."

Han Yu's smile vanished, and his sharp gaze pierced Ning Fengzhi.

"If, after leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I had merely become a worthless failure who accomplished nothing,

would you still be sitting here today, discussing a marriage agreement and apologies with me?"

Ning Fengzhi's breath caught, leaving him speechless for a moment.

Han Yu leaned against the back of his chair. His tone was calm, yet every word struck at the heart.

"The only reason you came today is because you saw the Ling Tian Sect's momentum and realized that not only had I not become useless, but I had actually made a name for myself.

You want to use one Ning Rongrong to tie me, along with my grandfather, back onto the chariot of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Am I right?"

His thoughts exposed to his face, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with embarrassment. Yet he quickly regained the composure of a sect master.

"Since Sect Master Han has put it this way, I will not beat around the bush either.

Where is Uncle Bone?

I wish to see him in person."

"You wish to see this old man?"

Before Han Yu could speak, a deep, hoarse voice came from the rear of the main hall.

Space twisted slightly, and the tall figure of Bone Douluo, Gu Rong, appeared out of thin air.

He did not walk toward Ning Fengzhi. Instead, he went straight to Han Yu's side and stood there, calmly looking at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, you were looking for me."

Seeing Gu Rong stand unhesitatingly at Han Yu's side, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank sharply. He said bitterly,

"Uncle Bone, you left the sect without even a word of explanation. Are you truly so heartless that you would abandon the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Gu Rong shook his head, his tone indifferent.

"Fengzhi, I promised the old sect master back then that I would keep you safe.

Over the years, I shielded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from open attacks and hidden schemes. I repaid the debt of gratitude long ago.

Now, I recognize only Xiao Yu as family.

Wherever he goes, this old man goes."

Chen Xin stared fixedly at Gu Rong, veins bulging on the back of the hand gripping his sword.

"Old Bones, decades of friendship, and you can sever it just like that?

For the sake of this boy, you do not even care about the foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Gu Rong met Chen Xin's gaze without giving an inch and snorted coldly.

"Sword Addict, do not speak to me of foundations.

I have only two descendants in this life.

Xiao Yu is my own maternal grandson. He is my life!

You know perfectly well how you treated him.

Since the sect could not accommodate him and made him suffer such grievances, naturally I had to take him away."

"You are muddleheaded!"

Chen Xin shouted angrily.

"Enough."

Han Yu spoke coldly, cutting Chen Xin off.

"Our reminiscing ends here.

Sect Master Ning, if you came today only to play the emotional card, then you may leave.

The door is behind you. I will not see you out."

Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a long breath of foul air.

When he opened them again, the complexity and bitterness in his eyes had completely receded, replaced by the calmness and rationality of a sect master.

"Fine. We will not speak of the past."

Ning Fengzhi looked steadily at Han Yu, his tone becoming utterly businesslike.

"Since Uncle Bone has made up his mind, I will no longer press the matter.

But as the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I must confirm one thing.

The Ling Tian Sect has risen suddenly within the Heaven Dou Empire with such fierce momentum. Sect Master Han, where do you intend to place my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future?"