Favored by Destiny

Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, the color drained from Oscar's face in an instant.

Even though his heart was unwilling, Ning Fengzhi's voice remained gentle, "If fate allows, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet again in the future."

"Dad!" Ning Rongrong grew anxious, grabbing Ning Fengzhi's sleeve, "What are you saying? Oscar is a very good person!"

"He has great talent too; he is a Food-system Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power. Didn't you say the sect is most in need of support-type Soul Masters?"

Ning Fengzhi looked down at his daughter.

He saw anxiety in Ning Rongrong's eyes, saw dissatisfaction, and even saw tears on the verge of spilling over.

But he had no intention of explaining anything, merely shaking his head gently.

When it came to his daughter's future, he had to be sufficiently cautious.

He did not want to wait for a day when his own daughter encountered something like what happened to Xiao Wu; by then, it would be far too late.

"Uncle Sword."

Ning Fengzhi called out calmly.

An aged figure appeared silently behind Ning Rongrong.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level ninety-seven Title Douluo, the true pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Young Miss, the Sect Master has his own considerations." Sword Douluo's voice was aged and peaceful.

Ning Rongrong had no choice but to be led away by Sword Douluo toward the outskirts of Martial Soul City.

As she walked, she kept looking back, seeing Oscar standing dazed on the spot, his expression as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water.

She looked at Sword Douluo, but he continued to look straight ahead.

She looked at her father, but Ning Fengzhi walked with a composed gait, no emotional fluctuations visible on his face.

At the very beginning, Ning Fengzhi had indeed thought that the incident with Xiao Wu was merely an accidental exposure.

Although the transformation of a Soul Beast into a human was rare, it was not entirely undocumented. Tang San was Xiao Wu's companion, so his heartbreak was only natural.

But later, he heard what Bibi Dong said, as well as the mockery from Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Although those words sounded harsh at first, as Ning Fengzhi calmed down and thought it over, the more he thought, the more he felt something was wrong.

As for Tang San, from the first time they met, he had felt he couldn't quite see through him.

A teenager of only a dozen years, yet his words and actions were flawless, and his social interactions were impeccable.

There were so many people at Shrek Academy, yet they all followed his lead without question.

And that wasn't even the half of it.

Youthful maturity could perhaps be attributed to a scholarly family background.

But when the immortal herb on Xiao Wu's body fell off twice, and Chrysanthemum Douluo kept dropping hints, yet those people still held no suspicions toward Tang San, Ning Fengzhi felt that something was wrong.

Feeling nothing wrong was the biggest wrong of all.

This was simply not the reaction of normal people!

A conclusion had already formed in his mind.

There were secrets surrounding Tang San.

Perhaps, the entire Shrek group was already abnormal.

If not for the connection to Tang San, Ning Fengzhi would have done anything to recruit Oscar into the sect.

But now...

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly.

For the sake of Ning Rongrong's safety, it was better to let this matter go.

Sword Douluo carried Ning Rongrong away, disappearing beyond the gates of Martial Soul City.

The forces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect moved in a grand procession, and soon, they were completely gone.

High upon the platform, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan watched as the Shrek group, showing absolutely no suspicion toward Tang San, swore oaths and pledged to help Tang San find Xiao Wu, and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Ridiculous."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood at his side, his aged face devoid of expression, though a thoughtful glint flashed in his deep green eyes.

"Not ridiculous."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was startled, turning to look at this number-two figure of the Worship Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction where the Shrek group had departed, his voice hoarse and low: "That boy named Tang San is likely someone favored by destiny."

Chrysanthemum Douluo frowned: "Favored by destiny?"

"The destiny of heaven and earth is profound and mysterious," Golden Crocodile Douluo said slowly. "Some people are born with the favor of heaven and earth, and everything they do goes smoothly."

"Even when things are riddled with flaws, others simply cannot see the problem. Even when the rhetoric is full of loopholes, others believe it implicitly."

He paused, his gaze landing on Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Such a person, burdened with this kind of destiny, is born with the ability to influence the judgment of others."

Before him, an ordinary soul master's intuition would dull, their vigilance would slacken, and even the most basic suspicion would inexplicably vanish.

You would involuntarily feel that he was right, involuntarily feel that he was doing well, and involuntarily regard him as a trustworthy person.

Chrysanthemum Douluo blinked after hearing this.

"But I don't feel he's trustworthy at all."

He spread his hands, his orchid fingers tracing a circle in the air.

"From beginning to end, I've felt there was something wrong with him."

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at him, the corners of his aged mouth curling into a faint arc.

"That is because you have Martial Soul Hall behind you."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned.

"Martial Soul Hall commands half the continent, the Worship Hall is filled with Title Douluo, and the Great Elder's soul power is peerless in this world."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was steady and powerful. "A massive faction is, in itself, the best barrier to shield one from the influence of destiny."

"Standing atop the mountain that is Martial Soul Hall, that so-called destiny of Tang San naturally cannot influence you in the slightest."

He turned his head, looking toward the direction where the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect forces had vanished.

"Look at that Ning Fengzhi. Didn't he originally trust Tang San implicitly?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo followed Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaze, lost in thought.

"Behind Ning Fengzhi is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the second-ranked sect in the world. So, when he began to scrutinize Tang San with intent, the influence of destiny was largely offset by the foundation of his sect."

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded, half-understanding.

He didn't put much stock in this "destiny" business, but since Golden Crocodile Douluo had put it this way, he couldn't very well refute it.

Besides, regardless of whether destiny was involved or not, he had found that boy an eyesore from the very first moment he saw Tang San.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's words at most provided a theoretical basis for his intuition.

Bibi Dong, standing in the center of the high platform, remained silent.

She did not participate in the conversation between Golden Crocodile Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

However, she had heard every word of Golden Crocodile Douluo's speech.

Favored by destiny.

It could make people believe in things full of flaws.

It could make even the dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, trust him implicitly for a time.

A teenager of only a dozen years could achieve such a feat.

Bibi Dong's gaze slowly darkened.

Such a person had now forged a blood feud with Martial Soul Hall.

His father had killed the previous Pope.

His secret desire for a hundred-thousand-year soul ring had been exposed to his face by Martial Soul Hall.

His disguise had been torn open; even if the destiny behind him could make most people continue to believe in him, he himself knew very well that Martial Soul Hall had seen through him.

Such a person could not be left alive.

"When the opportunity arises, Tang San must be killed!"