Want to Marry? Prepare to Bleed.

Twin Martial Souls. If my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possessed a holder of Twin Martial Souls, then this continent would surely see us rise to the ranks of the Clear Sky Sect and Martial Soul Hall.

As support-type soul masters, they had no desire for hegemony; they only wished for longevity and to stand among the greats.

He did not want to be the bird that sticks its head out, nor did he want to be targeted by the entire continent.

It was best to let the Clear Sky Sect and Martial Soul Hall bear that burden.

"Give up? We have plotted for so long, and you want to just give up like this?"

Ning Buqun let out a cold snort. He was unwilling—not even the slightest bit willing.

"Sect Master, but that is a Title Douluo, the strongest individual beneath the Clear Sky Sect and Martial Soul Hall."

"We..."

As they spoke, these elders lost all confidence. Even if they went to negotiate, what could they possibly use as leverage?

What did our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have that was worth the other party's attention?

No Title Douluo, no supreme treasures—what could they offer?

Ning Buqun pondered for a moment: "What if we use our Heart Separation Control technique as a dowry and propose a marriage alliance?"

The group thought it over, then shook their heads: "Sect Master, the Seven Kill Sword does not require the Heart Separation Control technique. As for the marriage alliance, we can attempt it."

"But Sect Master, we must be prepared to be rejected."

Ning Buqun knew this, but it was the most precious thing they could offer.

As long as the other party was willing to marry into the sect, there would be no problems.

"In that case, I shall go personally, and offer an apology while I am at it!"

Ning Buqun made his decision. For the sake of the Twin Martial Souls and the influence of the Chen Family, as long as the marriage alliance succeeded and they had the backing of the Chen Family's Title Douluo, they would truly lack for nothing.

With combat power secured and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect already wealthy, proper development would be enough.

No matter how one looked at it, it was not a loss.

This was what Ning Buqun thought, and what he had planned.

But the result of all this depended on whether Chen Jianjun was willing.

Ning Buqun did not travel to the Chen Family with great fanfare; he went with only a few elders.

He also brought some gifts, which, in his view, showed sufficient sincerity.

If the other party agreed, he would absolutely make a grand display and broadcast it everywhere.

Before the Chen Family estate, Ning Buqun arrived with the elders.

After all, he was a Sect Master, and Chen Jianjun was not an arrogant man, so he still granted them an audience.

"What brings Sect Master Ning here?" Chen Jianjun sat in the main seat, his expression calm. Was the other party here to apologize? Chen Jianjun already knew what Chen Xin had done.

The moment Ning Buqun saw Chen Jianjun, he felt that the man's strength had grown even further. As for how strong, he could not tell, as he was merely a level 79 Soul Sage.

He could not peer into the other party's depth; he could only sense it through the faint, ethereal aura the man projected.

"Since Your Excellency is so direct, I shall not beat around the bush."

"I have come this time to discuss a wonderful prospect with Your Excellency."

Hearing this, Chen Jianjun's eyes lifted. To him, the only thing that could be called a wonderful prospect right now was breaking through to level 99.

"What? Do you have a way to help me break through to a level 99 Super Douluo?"

That was the only thing Chen Jianjun cared about.

9... level 99?

Ning Buqun froze in place. Strong, so strong—he was already a level 98 powerhouse.

A marriage alliance, they must have a marriage alliance!

Chen Jianjun's strength made Ning Buqun even more excited.

"Your Excellency, regarding level 99, I am truly powerless." Ning Buqun felt a bit embarrassed.

Chen Jianjun frowned slightly: "Then what have you come here for?"

Ning Buqun did not hesitate, smiling as he spoke: "I have come to propose a marriage alliance with Your Excellency."

A marriage alliance?

Chen Jianjun looked Ning Buqun up and down. Interest flickered on his face; he wanted to hear what their plans were.

Chen Jianjun gestured for them to speak.

Ning Buqun was overjoyed and said: "I have heard that Your Excellency's son is talented in both civil and martial arts. My younger sister has long admired him, so she sent me, her brother, to inquire about the possibility."

This was not what Chen Jianjun wanted to hear: "Sect Master Ning, let's be direct."

They were both old foxes; it was better to put the benefits on the table.

Since it was a marriage alliance, what they wanted naturally wasn't just talk of romance and affection.

Since they had already come, they should show their sincerity.

Ning Buqun cursed the old fox silently, knowing he truly wouldn't release the hawk until he saw the rabbit.

Though he thought this in his heart, Ning Buqun would never say it aloud, keeping a smiling face instead.

"Your Excellency, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to offer the secret technique Heart Separation Control, along with a portion of our resources!"

Hearing this, Chen Jianjun said nothing, merely watching him.

Ning Buqun cursed inwardly, Is this still not enough?

"Plus two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone pieces!"

Chen Jianjun's expression softened slightly at these words, but he still remained silent.

"Three pieces!"

Ning Buqun continued.

"Sect Master Ning, a marriage alliance brings with it two Title Douluo."

"My son is destined to become a Title Douluo."

Chen Jianjun spoke calmly.

Cold sweat began to bead on Ning Buqun's forehead; was this guy trying to bleed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dry?

"Your Excellency, why don't you just state your terms?" Ning Buqun was reaching his limit; even as a Sect Master, facing such a powerhouse put him under immense pressure.

The aura the other party was projecting made him genuinely fear that the man might lose his temper and strike.

"Two-thirds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources."

"Three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone pieces!"

"And the secret technique you just mentioned."

Chen Jianjun was asking for the moon; had he not known what Chen Xin had done at the gates of the Ye Family, he might not have acted this way.

A marriage alliance? Heh, if you weren't scheming, you wouldn't be Ning Buqun. Since you want to scheme against the Chen Family, you will pay the price.

We want the person, and as for the resources? Naturally, we want those too.

Now, it is up to Ning Buqun to decide whether to give them or not.

If he refuses, I lose nothing; if he gives them, then the Chen Family profits.

Once you enter the doors of the Chen Family, do you think you can still leave?

Heh, simply laughable.

Scheming against the Chen Family is your misfortune.

It just so happens that I need a massive amount of resources to break through to level 99, so since you, Ning Buqun, have delivered yourself to my doorstep, don't blame me.

Hearing Chen Jianjun's words, Ning Buqun nearly tumbled from his seat.

Fine, what a greedy demand.

Demanding two-thirds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources—the Chen Family truly has a bottomless appetite.

Ning Buqun's complexion shifted instantly.

It turned somewhat ferocious, becoming incredibly unsightly.

He had thought this was a sure thing, believing that even if he had to pay a small price, he could secure the deal.

But Ning Buqun had miscalculated; Chen Jianjun had made an exorbitant demand, leaving no room for negotiation.

He had locked in a final price.

To put it bluntly, it is you begging the Chen Family, not the Chen Family desperate to marry into your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The more Ning Buqun thought about it, the angrier he became, struggling to suppress the rage in his heart.

He felt humiliated, nakedly humiliated; the Chen Family had shown no sincerity at all.

"Your Excellency, is there truly no room for negotiation?"

Ning Buqun asked, unwilling to give up.