Two Title Douluo's Secret Observation, Growth, and Change

Outside the Heaven Dou Academy.

As soon as the curtain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School's carriage was lowered, ripples like water spread through the space.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the carriage.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin to rest.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, wasn't bothered to pretend to be profound. He casually leaned back on the cushion.

He casually picked up the untouched teacup in front of Ning Fengzhi and took a sip.

"Feng Zhi, what do you think of that kid?"

Ning Fengzhi was already used to his two uncles' elusive nature.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, you've been observing the spatial rift for so long, shouldn't I be the one asking you?"

Bone Douluo snorted and put down his teacup.

"That kid's got some nerve, daring to refuse the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's invitation right in front of you."

"Either they're genuinely confident, or they're just stupid."

Is he stupid?

Sword Douluo opened his eyes.

Bone Douluo was taken aback, but stubbornly retorted, "I didn't say he was stupid, I just think this kid is weird."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and didn't get involved in the two elders' daily bickering.

He knew perfectly well that if Uncle Gu really didn't think much of Ye Qing, he wouldn't have said a single word about it.

"Young talents"

Sword Douluo gave a four-word evaluation, and then unusually added a couple more words.

"Be neither arrogant nor humble, and remain calm in the face of adversity."

"At sixteen, facing the personal recruitment of the Upper Three Sects leaders, my heart barely skipped a beat."

"I've never seen another person my age with such composure."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly.

He came to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in person today, ostensibly to thank Ye Qing for saving Ning Rongrong's life.

But people at his level don't do things with just one purpose.

These days, a rising star in Heaven Dou City has emerged too quickly.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi had to see it for himself.

"Uncle Jian is right."

Ning Fengzhi snapped out of his thoughts, "Having met him today, this young man is indeed extraordinary."

"His speech, demeanor, and temperament are all of the highest caliber."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Bone Douluo was displeased; his beard stood on end.

"You two are singing his praises to the skies."

"If you ask me, our Ning Rongrong is just as good!"

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul, with innate level nine Soul Power, in what way is it inferior to that Ye Qing?"

"..."

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi both fell silent.

Bone Douluo: "What do you two mean?!"

"Cough."

Ning Fengzhi coughed lightly. "Uncle Gu is right, Ning Rongrong's talent is naturally excellent."

Sword Douluo silently shifted his gaze to the window.

Bone Douluo was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his opponent.

Jokes aside.

When Ning Fengzhi inquired about Ye Qing's strength, the expressions of the two Titled Douluo simultaneously turned serious.

"Something's off about him."

Bone Douluo spoke first, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"I sensed his Soul Power fluctuations repeatedly within the spatial rift no less than ten times, and they are indeed between Soul Ancestor and Soul King, not exceeding level fifty."

"But the aura emanating from him was definitely not the oppressive presence one would expect from Soul King."

Sword Douluo took over the conversation, his tone unusually serious.

"The old man is right."

"His aura was chilling."

Ning Fengzhi's fingers hovered over the edge of the teacup.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level 96 Power Attack System Titled Douluo, has killed countless souls under the Seven Kill Sword.

There are probably no more than a handful of people on the entire continent who could make him use the word "heart-stopping".

Is there a conclusion?

"Our initial guess is that his Soul Power Level is around level 40 or 50."

Sword Douluo slowly said, "As for that aura far exceeding its own level, it might be related to the special Martial Soul that Ning Rongrong mentioned."

Bone Douluo suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"Fengzhi, shall I go and test the waters?"

"Uncle Bone, there's really no need for this."

Ning Fengzhi's tone was gentle and calm, but it made Bone Douluo instantly lose his smile.

"Since he's in Heaven Dou City, there will always be opportunities to witness his true strength."

There's no need to test things out of curiosity.

"Besides, he is Dugu Bo's grandson-in-law; there's no need to create unnecessary trouble."

Bone Douluo pursed his lips but didn't insist any further.

He certainly understood this principle.

"What a pity."

Ning Fengzhi leaned back in his chair, his tone filled with genuine regret.

"I genuinely want to bring him into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Bone Douluo truly didn't understand this matter.

"Feng Zhi, as the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you personally recruited him, and that kid just rejected him so easily? What was he thinking?"

"He knows what he's doing."

Sword Douluo spoke, his tone unusually tinged with admiration.

"Ye Qing is very clear about his identity; he is Dugu Bo's grandson-in-law."

"The Old Poison hasn't joined any sect or faction, maintaining neutrality. This is one of the reasons why no Old Poison has bothered with him in the titled circle for decades."

"If Ye Qing joins the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it will break this neutral stance."

"What will Dugu Bo think then?"

"This..."

Bone Douluo wanted to say something in rebuttal, but found that he couldn't find any points to refute.

A sixteen-year-old boy,

Despite being recruited by the leaders of the Upper Three Sects, he was not blinded by greed.

Instead, they immediately considered the situation and position of their elders.

This clarity and composure are truly rare.

"That Old Poison... he really did find a good grandson-in-law."

Ning Fengzhi sighed for the third time, his tone complex.

There's probably no other young man in Heaven Dou City who can make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect leader call him "good grandson-in-law" three times.

The carriage swayed and rattled along the stone-paved streets of Heaven Dou City, with the faint sounds of street vendors calling out their wares drifting in from outside the window.

Sword Douluo suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes to look at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, there's one more thing."

"When I was observing from the shadows just now, I noticed that the students of the Imperial Fighting Team had great faith in Ye Qing, including Ning Rongrong."

As he said this, there was a hint of surprise in Sword Douluo's tone.

"Ning Rongrong is completely different from how she was in the sect."

You know what Ning Rongrong was like in the sect before; she was lawless and nobody could control her."

"But that girl has clearly toned it down a lot now."

"Hey, old swordsman, what do you mean by that?"

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo Gu Rong, would be the first to disagree with speaking ill of Ning Rongrong.

"Our Ning Rongrong is clearly very well-behaved, isn't she!"

Chen Xin merely glanced at him indifferently.

Ning Fengzhi lost in thought.

He is Ning Rongrong's biological father and knows his daughter better than anyone else.

The Little Demoness of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is always the one causing others headaches; when has it ever been anyone else's turn to manage her?

But in front of that boy named Ye Qing, Ning Rongrong behaved like a normal, obedient little girl.

Chen Xin: "Although we couldn't bring Ye Qing into the sect, Ning Rongrong's good relationship with him means she's been able to connect with the Old Poison."

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

He certainly understood this principle.

The situation in the Douluo Continent now complex and complicated; having more connections means having more options.

Moreover, the other end of this connection leads to a Titled Douluo.

But at this moment,

Compared to the power struggles between these sects, Ning Fengzhi was more concerned about something else.

The light and shadows outside the car window swept across his face, illuminating the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

Ning Rongrong has grown up.

It's gotten better than before.

He didn't know if it was Ye Qing's influence, the atmosphere of the Imperial Fighting Team's small circle, or both.

But as a father,

Ning Fengzhi felt that this was the biggest gain from his personal trip today.