The Visitor

It was early morning, and a faint glimmer of light had just begun to appear on the horizon.

The stars flickered, casting their final, lingering glow.

The Nine Treasures Hall was brightly lit, and the desk, usually kept neat and tidy, was now piled high with papers.

If anyone were fortunate enough to read them, they would find that they were all discarded drafts regarding the sect's restructuring.

"Sect Master, dawn is approaching. Would you like to rest for a moment?"

Sword Douluo noticed the dim light outside the window and spoke softly.

Ever since everyone dispersed a few hours ago, Ning Hao had buried himself in his work.

In the span of just half a night, the area around him was already littered with over a dozen plans discarded for various reasons.

The speed at which his pen danced across the paper was enough to startle even a Title Douluo like him.

"I can still hold on. It is better to implement the sect's reforms sooner rather than later."

"Besides, inspiration is most active at dawn; I must seize the time to produce a suitable proposal!"

Ning Hao said without turning his head.

His eyes, covered in bloodshot veins, were instead flickering with an unprecedented brilliance.

"Uncle Sword, you should go back and rest first. We have many things to do later."

Seeing that his Sect Master had no intention of stopping, Sword Douluo had no choice but to retreat back into the shadows.

He watched quietly as the tip of the pen danced, muttering to himself.

His entire being radiated an indescribable, strange fervor.

As for resting...

Don't even joke about it.

As the only elder without an assigned task, if Wind Douluo found out he had left the Sect Master behind to go rest on his own, that guy would nag him for a whole year!

Furthermore, as a Super Douluo, his spirit and energy had long reached their peak.

Staying up for half a month was nothing.

Since the Sect Master was willing to work, he would just keep him company.

He would naturally stop when he grew tired of writing.

Just like that, he didn't know how much time had passed, but the morning light had already spilled outside the window.

Ning Hao, who had been writing furiously for half the night, finally set down his pen and ink.

As he stood up to stretch his limbs, his soul power surged, and the fatigue that had accumulated for so long dissipated by more than half.

"Uncle Sword, let's head to Heaven Dou City!"

"Spare no expense and strive to plan all matters regarding the sect's 'restructuring' within half a month."

After speaking, Ning Hao strode out of the hall. The familiar morning light fell upon him, bringing an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Geographical advantage, human harmony, and righteous cause are already set."

"Now, let's see if you are the heavenly timing of this era..."

Sword Douluo, who had been following closely behind, felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this and blurted out instinctively.

"Sect Master, do you mean that it is possible Ning Huan will not be able to walk the path of a god like those seven?"

Ning Hao shook his head, his tone sounding both unwilling and resigned.

"Gods are, after all, too far away for the likes of us."

"Even in Shrek, where the seven gods were born, there have been no new gods in ten thousand years."

"How could I possibly fantasize that little Huan would be the next one?"

This left Sword Douluo a bit confused.

If even you don't believe that strange kid can become a god, then why go to such great lengths to carry out reforms?

It was time-consuming, laborious, and expensive, and it was easy to be looked down upon by other factions.

Seeming to sense the confusion coming from his side, Ning Hao himself revealed his usual gentle smile once again.

"Uncle Sword, you are overthinking it."

"In fact, I had planned for the reform long ago, but I just couldn't make up my mind."

"After all, it is harder to change than to maintain. Without sufficient confidence to hold the fort, the sect could easily be carved up and devoured by others."

"And little Huan just happens to make up for that concern."

"Hiss~"

Only then did Sword Douluo understand, and the look he gave his Sect Master was very strange.

Those who play at schemes have dirty hearts!

So, regardless of whether Ning Huan becomes a god or not, the outcome has nothing to do with the sect's heritage!

If he fails to become a god, he can use their past friendship to cling to this ultimate thigh, propelling the sect to an unprecedented peak.

If he succeeds, it's even better!

With a god backing them, they might even become another Shrek.

The heritage would naturally be secure.

If he were to accidentally perish, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, with its distinction between inner and outer gates, could still hold its ground and wait for the right moment to re-emerge.

The losses would merely be those worldly possessions.

Relying on the treasure-seeking talent of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, they could earn it all back sooner or later.

Calculated carefully, it was a gamble that was pure profit and no loss.

That kid Ning Huan, in the end, lost out because he was too young.

"Let's go. Having not seen His Majesty the Emperor for a long time, we must prepare some gifts to get things done, right?"

As his voice fell, a phantom of a giant sword manifested out of thin air beneath Ning Hao's feet, carrying him as he flew into the distance.

Paired with his white robes, he truly gave the impression of a sword immortal descending upon the world.

Meanwhile, Ning Huan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with dark circles under his eyes, feeling quite speechless.

"I'm truly defeated. How did this annoying habit of a biological clock follow me here!"

There was no helping it; he had been accustomed to sleeping early and rising early.

Unless there was a necessity or an accident, he basically never stayed up late.

What he feared was his own absurd biological clock that locked his wake-up time.

Even though his body was exhausted to the point of collapse and his eye sockets burned with pain, he would inevitably wake up at seven o'clock sharp. He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to, possessed by an inexplicable surge of energy.

Who could stand this!

"Forget it, time to get up!"

Tormented, Ning Huan rose and dressed neatly.

He then walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a random biography, and sat at the table to read.

Knowledge is something no one ever complains about having too little of.

Especially the kind that money couldn't buy in the outside world.

Unfortunately, before he could read for long, the sound of footsteps approaching from afar broke the brief tranquility of the small courtyard.

"Sigh, what I feared has come to pass..."

Sensing the two people sneaking around outside, Ning Huan had no choice but to put down the biography, looking quite helpless.

Although he had long anticipated the end of his solitary life, it was still hard to adapt when it suddenly arrived.

"But that's fine. Staying away from the crowd for too long tends to erode one's humanity."

With that, Ning Huan stepped forward and took the initiative to open the door.

"Eek! When did you get up?!"

Sure enough, the more lively Wu Feng lacked the sense of responsibility she would have as a follower three years later.

She was still just a normal girl for now.

Only, there were signs that her sexual orientation had likely already become twisted.

Looking at the two young girls holding hands tightly, and the stars in the red-haired girl's eyes, Ning Huan's expression became very strange.

If he wasn't mistaken, that old fox Ning Hao was likely intentionally trying to set him up with Ning Tian.

Then what was this Little Fire Dragon doing, stuck in the middle?

A buy-one-get-one-free deal?

And were the children on the Douluo Continent too precocious?

His own case was understandable.

Living a second life, he might not be as monstrously intelligent as some, but he was definitely more mature than most of his peers.

But this Little Fire Dragon...

One could only say that Douluo was just too absurd.

Shaking off the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, Ning Huan put on a calm expression again and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, Young Sect Master."

"Hey! There's no need for that!"

Ning Tian hurriedly pulled Wu Feng aside upon hearing this, waving her hands back and forth incessantly.

"You are the Chief appointed by Father; in terms of status alone, you are no less than I, so you must never perform such a grand salute."

Oh ho, she has her father's style!

The method of winning people over is exactly the same!

Ning Huan thought to himself.