Wind God Vision, Golden Ranking Exposed!

Within the territory of the Heaven Dou Empire, at the base of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

On the plaza in front of the main sect hall, the usually composed face of Ning Fengzhi was flushed with a hint of excitement.

He gripped his scepter tightly, his gaze locked firmly onto the Golden Ranking that occupied half the sky.

Eighth place.

Tang San.

Sea God Trident.

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing straight into the pulse of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the entire Heaven Dou Empire alliance.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ning Fengzhi repeated the word three times, his voice trembling slightly.

"Fengzhi, it seems we have bet correctly this time."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood to the side, a gratified smile appearing on his usually placid, aged face.

He was a man of few words, but at this moment, he could not help but speak a little more.

"Martial Soul Hall dominates the top two spots, their arrogance knows no bounds."

"Bibi Dong is tenth, Qian Renxue is ninth; they appear infinitely glorious, but in reality, they have reached their limit."

"And little San, taking eighth place, has directly surpassed that mother and daughter!"

"This is not just a surpassing in ranking, but a reversal of fortune!"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong also chuckled, his withered hand patting Ning Fengzhi's shoulder with such force that it nearly made him stumble.

"The old sword-man is right."

"Even if it is only one rank higher, it is still higher!"

"That Bibi Dong was just mocking the world for having no one, but now little San has slapped her back, and it sounds loud!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, calming his surging emotions.

A sharp light flickered in his eyes, the unique calculation and political maneuvering of a sect master.

"It is not just a matter of face."

"The fact that Tang San can rank eighth proves that the Sea God Trident in his possession is absolutely superior in quality to the Angel Holy Sword and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe."

"Coupled with the Sea God Soul bestowed by the Sky Curtain..."

"Our chances of victory at Jialing Pass have increased by at least thirty percent!"

Having said this, Ning Fengzhi turned around to look at the sect disciples behind him, who were equally exhilarated.

"Pass down the order."

"Prepare generous gifts!"

"They must be the finest, most generous gifts!"

"Select the most precious herbs and spirit bones from the sect treasury and send them to the Tang Sect encampment at Jialing Pass immediately."

"Tell them the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect congratulates Sect Master Tang on his glorious entry into the Rare Treasure Ranking, upholding the prestige of our nation!"

Ning Fengzhi knew this well.

Adding flowers to embroidery is easy, but sending charcoal in snow is difficult.

Although this was not sending charcoal in snow, showing their stance the moment Tang San achieved glory would likewise strengthen the relationship between the two parties.

The future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was now completely tied to Tang San's chariot.

The stronger Tang San was, the safer they would be.

On the other side, in an unknown deep mountain forest.

This was the hidden retreat of the Clear Sky Sect.

Inside a simple yet imposing stone house, a burly, bearded man with one arm sat in a wide-legged stance atop a giant boulder, completely unconcerned with his image.

It was none other than the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

He held a jar of strong liquor, tilted his head back, and took a massive gulp; the liquid flowed down his beard, soaking his tattered grey robe.

"Hahaha!"

"Good!"

"As expected of my own flesh and blood!"

Tang Hao laughed heartily, his laughter shaking the surrounding leaves until they rustled to the ground.

He looked at the dark, heavy Sea God Trident on the Sky Curtain, his eye sockets turning slightly red.

"Little San... you've grown up."

"The road you've traveled... you've suffered."

"Although it's only eighth, it's not bad at all."

Back in the day, because of Ah Yin, he was hunted by Martial Soul Hall with nowhere to run and no path to heaven.

He was even forced to leave the newborn Tang San at Holy Soul Village, living his own life in a daze like a broken man.

He once thought that his life would end just like that.

Yet, who could have imagined that the sensible child who made one's heart ache would walk step by step to where he is today?

Twin Martial Souls, Tang Sect hidden weapons, and now, holding a super-artifact, suppressing the two god-level powerhouses of Martial Soul Hall!

"Big brother, did you see that?"

Tang Hao turned his head to look at the middle-aged man with a resolute face beside him—none other than the Clear Sky Sect master, Tang Xiao.

"Little San is ranked eighth!"

"He stepped that madwoman Bibi Dong right under his feet!"

"It's damn satisfying!"

Tang Xiao looked at his younger brother's shameless, wildly bragging appearance and shook his head helplessly.

But the corners of his eyes and brows were also filled with an irrepressible smile.

"Alright, alright, I know he's your son."

"Look at how proud you are."

Although Tang Xiao said this, he was inwardly shocked.

Sea God Trident.

That was the legendary weapon of the Sea God.

That Tang San could gain its recognition, and even surpass the Angel Holy Sword in the Sky Curtain's evaluation, was enough to prove that Tang San's potential was likely even above that of Qian Renxue.

"Our Clear Sky Sect has hope for a comeback."

Tang Xiao sighed.

Tang Hao smashed his wine jar onto the ground, sending shards flying everywhere.

He stood up, his only remaining arm clenched into a fist, and a domineering, peerless Clear Sky intent soared into the sky.

"What do you mean hope for a comeback?"

"It is to make Martial Soul Hall pay their blood debts!"

"Since Little San is already holding the line at the front, I cannot just watch."

"Big brother, I am going to Jialing Pass."

"Even if this old frame is destroyed, I will hold up a sky for Little San, so he can fight without any worries!"

Just as the major powers were discussing Tang San's ranking, the image above the firmament changed once again.

The azure sea color that had originally occupied the entire sky began to dissipate rapidly like a receding tide.

Replacing it was a clear, thorough cyan-green.

Whoosh—whoosh—

The wind had risen.

But this wind was not violent, nor did it possess the destructive power to shatter everything.

It was light and free, like a mischievous sprite leaping through the clouds and weaving through the forests.

Yet, within this seemingly gentle wind lay a heart-stopping loftiness and sharpness.

That was Azure Wind, the wind from the high heavens, the ultimate wind capable of slicing through metal and stone, tearing through space itself!

In the center of the image, light converged.

There were no heavy weapons like longswords, scythes, or tridents.

What appeared before everyone's eyes were crystalline gemstones.

To be precise, they were ornaments the size of glass beads.

They presented a deep cyan color, like the finest jade, yet more transparent than jade, with what seemed to be an eternal, restless storm sealed within.

The shape of each ornament was slightly different.

Some were inlaid in wing-shaped gold frames, some were wrapped in silver vines, and others were plain and unadorned, tied only by a thin string.

But they all shared one common trait.

That was a glowing windmill rune right in the center.

Rare Treasure Ranking Seventh Place: Vision (Wind)!

As soon as this name appeared, the soul masters across the entire continent were stunned.

Vision?

What kind of thing was this?

The name sounded imposing, but this size and appearance looked like nothing more than a decorative trinket.