Ning Fengzhi Wants to Arrange a Marriage for a Child?! Bibi Dong: No Way!

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, tidied his slightly disheveled robes, and quickly walked to the foot of the high platform.

He didn't help the heavily injured Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Instead, he bowed deeply towards Lin Qiu on the high platform.

A ninety-degree bow.

His attitude was as respectful as a student meeting a teacher.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never forget your immense kindness!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled, a sign of his composure breaking after extreme excitement. "It was Ning who was blind before and offended Her Majesty the Pope and Your Highness the Holy Son. Ning is willing to accept any punishment!"

This scene left the representatives of the surrounding major powers dumbfounded.

They were about to fight to the death just now?

They were about to perish together just now?

Is this the demeanor of the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects?

His face changed faster than flipping a book!

Lin Qiu stood on the high platform, looking at the respectful Ning Fengzhi below, and yawned out of boredom.

"Enough."

Lin Qiu waved his hand. "It's just a fruit. I don't like sour things, so it's perfect for that girl as a snack. Don't try to play the victim here."

Didn't like...

Sour...

As a snack...

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched wildly.

That was a Sacred Herb that could evolve the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

And in your eyes, it's just a sour fruit?

If anyone else had said such a boastful thing, Ning Fengzhi would have slapped them.

But coming from Lin Qiu's mouth, he only felt... unfathomable!

Is this the world of the strong?

Ning Fengzhi's eyes darted around, his mind instantly becoming active.

Lin Qiu's strength was unfathomable, his background was the Martial Soul Hall, and he possessed countless rare treasures.

Most importantly, he seemed to have a good relationship with Rongrong.

Rongrong had stayed in the Martial Soul Hall for so many days, not only unharmed but also gaining such great benefits.

What did this mean?

It meant that His Highness the Holy Son had a good impression of Rongrong!

Ning Fengzhi glanced at his own daughter.

Although she was still young, her beauty was already taking shape. Coupled with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda she now possessed, her talent was unparalleled in the world.

This was simply a match made in heaven!

If he could secure this marriage, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would stand tall for the next hundred years, no, a thousand years!

With this thought, the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face instantly became gentle and kind.

He looked up at Bibi Dong, his tone extremely sincere.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands. "Today's events were entirely a misunderstanding. Since Rongrong and His Highness the Holy Son are so compatible, I have a presumptuous request."

Bibi Dong, still holding the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Rod, looked at him coldly. "If you have something to say, say it. If you have something to fart, fart it."

In the past, Ning Fengzhi would never have tolerated such a tone.

But now, he smiled like a blooming flower.

"I see that His Highness the Holy Son and my daughter Rongrong are of similar age, and they seem to get along extremely well."

Ning Fengzhi revealed his true intentions. "Why don't our two families arrange a marriage for them? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to offer its entire sect's strength as a dowry to assist His Highness the Holy Son!"

The entire sect's strength as a dowry!

The entire audience was in an uproar again.

Was this too much of a sacrifice?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was as rich as a nation. Were they going to pack up their entire sect and give it to the Martial Soul Hall?

Everyone looked towards the high platform, awaiting Bibi Dong's answer.

This was a windfall, a gift from heaven. Who would refuse it?

However.

Bibi Dong merely let out a cold laugh.

That smile was filled with nothing but disdain and mockery.

"Ning Fengzhi, do you think you are at a vegetable market haggling over groceries?"

Bibi Dong slammed the black rod in her hand heavily against the ground, causing the earth to tremble once more. "Do you truly believe that pampered daughter of yours is worthy of my son?"

Ning Fengzhi's smile stiffened. "Your Holiness, Rongrong is now a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda soul master..."

"And so what?"

Bibi Dong cut him off, her phoenix eyes brimming with arrogance. "The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is nothing more than a trinket I could create on a whim, given the opportunities my son provides. I could forge as many as I pleased."

"Do you honestly think such trifles are worthy of Lin Qiu?"

Bibi Dong lowered her head to look at Lin Qiu, who stood beside her with an indifferent expression; the coldness in her eyes instantly melted into boundless doting.

"My son is destined to ascend to the heavens and become a god."

"His partner, even if not a god, must be the most supreme existence in this world."

"As for your daughter..."

Bibi Dong cast a glance at Ning Rongrong, who was still busy munching on a fruit. "If she were to serve tea and pour water as a maid, perhaps I might consider it."

A maid?!

The dignified little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the future successor to the sect master, could only be a maid?

This was too arrogant!

It was utterly humiliating!

Yet, as those present looked at Lin Qiu's calm demeanor, they couldn't help but feel that what Bibi Dong said... actually made a bit of sense?

He could crush Title Douluo with ease and hand out Sacred Herbs like candy.

The level of such a person had truly transcended the scope of mortal understanding.

Ning Fengzhi's face cycled between shades of green and white, yet he dared not lash out.

He knew that Bibi Dong was speaking the truth.

Harsh, perhaps, but the absolute truth.

Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, the silent Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing by the massive crater in the distance, suddenly struggled to straighten his body.

He pushed away Gu Rong, who had moved to support him, and staggered forward a few steps.

His gaze did not fall upon Bibi Dong, nor did it linger on Ning Rongrong.

Instead, he stared fixedly at Lin Qiu.

That look was no longer one of hostility, but a fanatical fervor, the kind one feels when encountering a rare talent.

As a pure sword cultivator, he had been defeated just moments ago.

But he had lost to that indestructible rod, lost to its terrifying physical weight.

From Lin Qiu, he had sensed a fluctuation—extremely subtle, yet incredibly sharp.

It was the aura of a kindred spirit.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Chen Xin's voice was hoarse; the injury in his chest forced him to cough up blood with every word he spoke. "This old man has a request."

Lin Qiu tilted his head. "Do you want to marry your granddaughter to me as well?"

Chen Xin shook his head, a look of extreme solemnity appearing on his aged face.

"This old man has cultivated the sword his entire life, and I dare say that on the path of the Seven Kill Sword Path, no one on the Douluo Continent can surpass me."

"Though I was defeated by strength today, I observe that the Holy Son has a remarkable constitution; you are a natural, unpolished jade for sword cultivation."

Chen Xin took a deep breath, and despite his severe injuries, his sword intent began to coalesce once more. "I wish to pass on the 'Seven Kill Sword Path' that I have spent my life mastering to you."

Passing on his sword path!

This was the legacy of Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

The Seven Kill Sword, hailed as having the greatest offensive power in the world—if one could learn even a single move or half-style, it would be enough to roam the continent unchecked.

Every soul master present turned red with envy upon hearing this.

Was Lin Qiu's luck not too good?

Not only did he have an invincible mother, but now even a Title Douluo from an opposing faction was practically begging to teach him skills?

Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up as well.

If Uncle Sword could become Lin Qiu's master, wouldn't that bond be even more secure than a marriage alliance?

"Your Highness, Holy Son, Uncle Sword's Seven Kill Sword technique is truly peerless on the continent..." Ning Fengzhi hurriedly chimed in.