Tang Yu's Army Approaches! Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect VS Blue Silver King?!

Outside Heaven Dou City, rolling mountains were shrouded in mist.

The majestic Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was built into the mountains, its grand scale a testament to the heritage of a world-class sect.

Ning Rongrong sat in a luxurious carriage bearing the emblem of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, speeding along until it reached the main sect hall.

As soon as she stepped off the carriage, the young girl lifted her skirts and rushed inside, ignoring the help of her attendants, her face flushed with anger.

Along the way, the sect disciples on guard duty lowered their heads, none daring to provoke the young mistress while she was in such a foul mood.

Inside the main hall, sandalwood incense curled in the air, and the atmosphere was tranquil.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, reviewing secret reports from various regions.

On the tall chairs on either side sat Chen Xin and Gu Rong, the two Guardian Douluo of the sect.

Both men were resting with their eyes closed, their breathing steady and composed.

Ning Rongrong crossed the high threshold and ran toward the center of the hall, filled with grievances.

"Daddy!"

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone!"

"You must stand up for me!"

The young girl's eyes were red, her voice laced with immense fury and a hint of spoiled petulance.

Ning Fengzhi set down the letter in his hand and looked up at his most beloved daughter, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong also opened their eyes, expressions of surprise on their faces.

Who would dare make this little princess of the sect unhappy?

Ning Rongrong hurried to Ning Fengzhi, stamped her foot, and pointed toward the direction of Heaven Dou City, shouting loudly.

"That guy named Tang Yu!"

"He is about to arrive at our fiefdom!"

"That man is arrogant, lecherous, and utterly lawless!"

"Not only did he force my good friend Zhuqing to stay at the Prince Wuyang Mansion, but he also made the Grandmaster so angry he nearly died!"

At this, Ning Rongrong clenched her small fists, her face full of indignation.

"Daddy, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, you must teach him a lesson."

"Let that Tang Yu know the power of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged glances, their brows furrowing slightly.

When it involved the newly enfeoffed Prince Wuyang of the empire, things were not so simple.

Ning Fengzhi, however, did not fly into a rage to appease his daughter as he usually did.

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wore a grave expression.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest of his chair, a steady tap-tap sound echoing through the hall.

He was rapidly weighing the current situation in his mind.

After a while, Ning Fengzhi finally spoke, his tone calm.

"Rongrong."

"Tang Yu is indeed passing through the territory of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on his way to the Northwest Three Provinces."

"However, I have no intention of teaching him a lesson."

"On the contrary, when he arrives, I want you to take him as your master."

These words landed like a bolt of lightning from the blue.

Ning Rongrong stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock.

Her mouth hung slightly open, and she even held her breath for a beat.

"What?"

"Daddy, you aren't joking, are you?"

The young girl stomped her feet in agitation, shaking her head repeatedly, her face full of resistance.

"Impossible! That is absolutely impossible!"

"I, the dignified young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, take a scoundrel who forcibly abducts women as my master?"

"I would rather jump off this mountain than call him master!"

Seeing his daughter's intense reaction, Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly.

He stood up and walked slowly to the center of the hall.

"Rongrong, do not let your emotions cloud your judgment."

"That Tang Yu is no ordinary man; he is a true figure of consequence."

"To be able to charge in and out of the Star Luo Empire and even force them to cede territory and pay reparations—if you can befriend such a person, it will be of great benefit to you."

"You must understand, in this world, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests."

"If you could take him as your master and learn even a shred of his ability, it would be of immense advantage in the future."

Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and resentment.

"Father!"

"Are you actually afraid of that Tang Yu?"

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the top three sects in the world, with disciples and former subordinates spread across the land."

"Are we really going to fear some greenhorn who appeared out of thin air?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a wry smile.

He turned to look at the deep sky outside the great hall, his gaze distant, his tone becoming profound.

"It is not that I fear him."

"Do you know why Great Emperor Xue Ye chose to enfeoff the Northwest Three Provinces to him?"

Ning Fengzhi's voice dropped low, revealing the wisdom of one who understands the ways of the world.

"The Northwest Three Provinces border the very foundation of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"That old fox, Great Emperor Xue Ye, is clearly wary of Tang Yu's expanding influence."

"He deliberately placed him right under our noses to incite conflict between our two factions."

"If we truly move against Tang Yu, regardless of success or failure, we will only deplete our own strength."

Ning Fengzhi turned around, looking at his daughter with a solemn gaze.

"At that point, Great Emperor Xue Ye can sit securely in his palace and reap the rewards of our struggle."

"We must never play into the hands of the imperial family."

"It is better to show goodwill to Tang Yu first, probe his background, and divert this disaster elsewhere."

"Asking you to take him as a master is merely a strategic move to build a connection."

Ning Rongrong listened, only half-understanding, but her resentment did not diminish in the slightest.

The young girl swung her arms and turned her face away, looking as if she would rather die than comply.

"I don't care about any imperial schemes or calculations!"

"In any case, I will absolutely not take him as my master!"

"The people at Shrek are all watching me; if I bow my head to him, how will I ever be able to hold my head high at the academy again?"

Seeing that she could not reason with her father, Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around.

She immediately turned and ran to Chen Xin, grabbing his arm and shaking it vigorously.

"Sword Grandpa!"

"Look at Father! Not only does he refuse to help me vent my anger, but he wants me to become a disciple to a villain!"

"You are a Titled Douluo; you must help me teach that Tang Yu a lesson, won't you?"

Chen Xin looked at the aggrieved Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with doting affection.

He reached out a broad palm and gently patted the young girl's head.

"Don't worry, Ning Rongrong."

"With Sword Grandpa here, no one will be allowed to bully you."

"If he dares to show you any disrespect, the Seven Kill Sword in my hand will not agree to it."

Chen Xin's voice was not loud, yet it carried absolute confidence.

Gu Rong, sitting on the other side, let out a cold laugh as well.

A look of arrogance appeared on his gaunt face, and his bones cracked with a crisp sound.

"A little brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

"Does he really think he's invincible just because he won a single battle?"

"If he dares to provoke us, I will certainly make him learn a lesson he won't forget!"

Seeing his two old companions being so protective, Ning Fengzhi felt even more helpless.

He raised a hand to rub his brow, offering earnest advice.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, do not underestimate him just because he is young."

"I have already sent people to the Star Luo Empire to investigate clearly."

"The truly formidable thing about this Tang Yu is not his own personal strength."

"It is that Black Horse Iron Cavalry under his command."

Ning Fengzhi walked to the map and pointed at the territory of the Star Luo Empire.

"According to intelligence, he possesses a bizarre ability that allows his soldiers to return from the dead."

"Those soldiers on the battlefield fear neither death nor pain; the moment they fall, they stand right back up."

"It is precisely by relying on this army of the undying that he has been able to forcibly trample through multiple cities of the Star Luo Empire."

"As for the strength of Tang Yu himself, it does not seem particularly top-tier; at most, he is merely flaunting his power by relying on a divine artifact."

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of Chen Xin and Gu Rong grew slightly more serious.

Yet, the pride of being Titled Douluo still prevented them from viewing Tang Yu as a genuine threat.

After all, in this world, the peak combat power of an individual is the fundamental factor that decides everything.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, lifted her chin and huffed.

"I knew it, he must be a hollow straw bag!"

"Once Sword Grandpa makes a move, he will surely beat him until he's crawling on the floor looking for his teeth."

A few mornings later.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was enveloped in tranquility.

Ning Fengzhi was in his study, processing sect scrolls.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps shattered the silence of the morning.

A sect scout scrambled into the study, his face full of panic.

In his haste, he even knocked over a vase at the doorway, shattering it into pieces.

"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"

The scout knelt on one knee, gasping for air, his voice trembling.

"A massive army is pressing upon our borders!"

"The banners have been identified; it is Prince Wuyang, Tang Yu, leading his troops here!"

"They are less than five miles from the foot of the sect mountain!"