Ning Fengzhi, I'll Keep Simping

Chapter 25: Ning Fengzhi, I'll Keep Simping

A giant canyon crackling with lightning stood above a lake.

This was the Dragon's Graveyard. Gray dragon statues towered all around, while between them, crisscrossing rivers stretched as far as the eye could see.

In the mist-shrouded central area stood a blue palace. Only two people stood within it: the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master and second-in-command, Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian.

"Big Brother, whether our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can become the number one sect in the world during this Sect Competition depends entirely on you," Yu Luomian said respectfully.

"Now that Tang Chen has disappeared, Tang Zhen, that sickly old fool, is nothing in my eyes. The title of the world's number one sect is ours for the taking."

Yu Yuanzhen, dressed in a crimson-gold robe and brimming with vigor, sat in a chair carved from stone. The chair was exceedingly sturdy, with dragon-shaped carvings on both armrests and dragon scales engraved across its body, giving it an imposing appearance.

Yu Yuanzhen's tone softened slightly. "How are the talents of the younger disciples in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"The highest Innate Soul Power among the second-generation disciples is only level seven. There isn't a single one with level eight," Yu Luomian said bitterly. Even with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's cultivation, reaching Titled Douluo with level-seven Innate Soul Power would be incredibly difficult.

Yu Yuanzhen sighed as well. His son Yu Xiaogang, whom he had once held the highest hopes for, had awakened a pig martial soul four years ago. His Innate Soul Power had only been half a level. After pouring the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's resources into him for years, he had finally broken through level ten and obtained a hundred-year soul ring—only for his soul skill to turn out to be farting. It had utterly disgraced him.

If he had not been the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master, who knew how many people outside would be gossiping that he wore a green hat.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were filled with resolve. This time, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had to claim the title of the world's number one sect. Only then could they better expand the sect's strength and build up more of a foundation for it.

Two months quickly passed, and the Upper Three Sects all set out for Spirit City.

Moonlight Pavilion.

Within a courtyard built above a clear lake stood a young woman of noble grace. She wore a silver palace gown that fit her perfectly. With one hand raised, every movement she made was elegant and natural, while golden light flickered in her palm.

Before her stood a young man with his eyes closed and a hardened face. Cold air surged around him, but whenever it touched the golden light emanating from the young woman's hand, it was slowly erased.

They were Tang Yuehua and Tang Hao.

For the past two months, Tang Hao had remained with Tang Yuehua. Tang Hao was a rough man who wielded a massive iron hammer, as well as a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect and her second brother. He simply could not learn music and etiquette like those noble disciples. Thus, she could only constantly use her Noble Circle to help Tang Hao suppress the killing intent within his body, until he could control it without allowing even a trace to leak out.

Tang Yuehua gazed at Tang Hao dreamily. Ever since she was young, because she could not cultivate, even though she was the sect master's daughter, the direct disciples within the sect had bullied her plenty of times.

Whenever she was bullied, her second brother and eldest brother would always stand up for her and beat those people into submission.

Moreover, Tang Hao had been hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Clear Sky Sect. He had repeatedly shattered the sect's records, and now he had even obtained Divine Slaughter's Domain. In her eyes, Brother Hao was the perfect man who stood tall between heaven and earth.

During these two months together, even Tang Yuehua herself did not know when these feelings had begun to grow in her heart.

As the golden light faded, Tang Yuehua let out a soft breath. Activating her innate domain also consumed Soul Power. With only level-nine Soul Power, she could not sustain it for long.

Tang Hao opened his eyes and smiled. "Yuehua, thank you. Over the past two months, my control over my killing intent still isn't good enough, but at least I won't lose control so easily like I did at the beginning."

Tang Yuehua said, "Brother Hao, you've only gained a preliminary grasp over your killing intent. To control it completely will take at least a year or half. It's all because my Soul Power is too weak. Each time, Noble Circle can only last a few minutes."

"How can you blame yourself? Not being able to cultivate isn't your fault." Tang Hao stood up. "Counting the days, there is only one month left until the Seven Great Sects Re-selection Conference. Heaven Dou City is still a long way from Spirit City, so it is time for me to leave."

Tang Yuehua stood as well. "Brother Hao, let me go with you."

Tang Hao laughed. "What would a little girl who can't cultivate do there? With your strength, you wouldn't even be able to see the Soul Masters fighting clearly."

Tang Yuehua grabbed Tang Hao's arm and shook it, pouting. "Brother Hao, take me with you, please. Your killing intent still isn't under control. If you bring me along, I can help suppress it if you lose control."

Tang Yuehua's soft body occasionally brushed against Tang Hao's muscular arm. Tang Hao quickly pulled his hand back and said helplessly, "Fine, fine. I'll take you with me."

Two days before the Seven Great Sects Re-selection Conference, carriage after carriage entered Spirit City. They came almost nonstop from morning to night.

"Look! Those are the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's carriages!"

A shout rang out. Everyone looked over to see three luxurious carriages, driven by disciples wearing Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect uniforms and possessing Soul Emperor cultivation.

Inside one of the carriages, Bibi Dong pulled aside the curtain and gazed at the ancient city with wide eyes. Tilting her head, she asked, "Is this Spirit City? It's different from our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. It's just as luxurious, but why does it look so old?"

Seeing Bibi Dong's expression, Ning Fengzhi's eyes shifted as he said, "Dong'er, do you want to get down and take a look around Spirit City?"

Bibi Dong immediately turned around and nodded. "Yes, yes, I do!"

"Then Brother Fengzhi will take you on a proper tour," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile, a glint of a scheme succeeding flashing through his eyes.

After getting off the carriage, Bibi Dong's playful nature flared up, and she immediately began running around everywhere.

"Dong'er, don't get lost!"

Ning Fengzhi took up his cane and chased after her, his face full of distress. He had originally wanted to hold Bibi Dong's hand while touring Spirit City to deepen their feelings, but he had not expected her to take off running the moment she got out.

His body had been injured years ago, so he could not engage in strenuous activity. If he had known, he would have gotten out first and, regardless of whether Bibi Dong agreed or not, used safety as an excuse to hold her hand.

In another carriage, Sword Bone Douluo watched the scene with bitter smiles. How could they not know that Ning Fengzhi wanted to marry Bibi Dong and bind her to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? This tour of Spirit City had surely been one of Ning Fengzhi's little tricks, yet it had failed.

Who would have thought that Ning Fengzhi, who moved through the Soul Master world like a fish in water and was known as an old fox, would be stumped by an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl?

"Old Bones, don't you think the sect master looks like a certain animal right now?"

"A dog."

Sword Bone Douluo could not help laughing. Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they were probably the only two who dared to openly joke about Ning Fengzhi like this.