Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Bonus Chapter, Please Vote

Outside Heaven Dou City, on Seven Treasure Mountain, stood the headquarters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects among the seven great sects.

At that moment, inside an exceptionally magnificent hall, a handsome man with the refined air of a scholar gazed at a letter that had just arrived from Spirit City, his expression somewhat grave.

"Fengzhi, how is it?"

An elder with white hair and an exceptionally handsome face asked the scholarly man seated at the head of the hall, "What does the letter say?" Though he carried the bearing of an old man, he looked like a middle-aged man, and the aura around him was like a sharp sword awaiting its draw.

The scholarly man nodded at the elder, his face solemn. "Spirit Hall has suddenly appointed a Holy Son! And he is supposedly only a six-year-old child! Why would Spirit Hall do something so unprecedented?"

The white-haired elder was equally baffled. Once Spirit Hall appointed a Holy Son, it essentially meant that the boy had already been designated as the next Pope!

Yet neither of them could understand it. He was merely a six-year-old boy. Even if he possessed Innate Full Soul Power, he should not have been made the Holy Son so quickly. This was a crucial decision concerning the future of an entire power.

"I'd say this boy's talent must be extraordinary. Innate Full Soul Power is certain, but it has to be more than just Innate Full Soul Power!"

Just as the two were wrestling with the matter, an elderly man with sparse hair, a towering build, and a body as thin as bones walked in.

The old man's appearance was truly frightening. He looked like nothing more than a massive skeleton, terrifying to behold!

"Old Bones, that's nonsense. I know that since he was made Spirit Hall's Holy Son, he can't be as simple as someone with Innate Full Soul Power. The question is, even if his talent is exceptional, what about his character? What about his state of mind? Can they really be certain of those things? Why are they in such a hurry to make a six-year-old boy the Holy Son of Spirit Hall? What is Spirit Hall's intention? That's what Fengzhi and I can't figure out!"

Seeing the burly elder, the white-haired elder immediately mocked him. "Simple-minded!"

Hearing the taunt from his old rival, the burly elder's face instantly filled with rage. He shouted, "Ah! You infuriate me! Old Swordman, if you've got the guts, let's take this outside and fight one-on-one! If I don't beat the shit out of you this time, I'll take your surname!"

"Fine, let's go! Who's afraid of who?" The white-haired elder rose without backing down, facing the burly elder eye to eye. The two glared furiously at each other, neither willing to yield.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, enough. What matters most right now is figuring out Spirit Hall's purpose in doing this. Put the fighting aside for now."

Seeing that the two were about to engage in another of their usual sparring matches, the scholarly man rubbed his forehead and gently stopped them.

"Hmph!" *2

The two glared at each other and snorted at the same time before returning to sit beside the scholarly man. Though they still seemed ready to draw swords at any moment, the terrifying pressure that had filled the hall also subsided.

The scholarly man was naturally Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, while the other two were the sect's two great guardian elders: Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo!

Two Titled Douluo above Rank 95!

Ning Fengzhi picked up the letter again and read it several more times. Stroking his chin, he said, "There is a strong possibility that he possesses Twin Martial Souls!"

"What?!" *2

Two cries of shock rang out at once. The white-haired elder turned to Ning Fengzhi beside him and asked, "Are you sure? Innate Full Soul Power, plus Twin Martial Souls... with talent like that, is he trying to surpass that old fellow in Spirit City's Worship Hall?"

Bone Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi with equal gravity. If it was true, such talent might not have appeared more than a few times in the hundreds of thousands of years of Douluo Continent's history.

Had anyone else said it, the two might not have believed it. But this was Ning Fengzhi, a man said to be only slightly inferior in strategy and intellect to that woman from Spirit Hall. His words carried far too much credibility!

"There is at least a seventy percent chance! Otherwise, there is simply no way to explain this. And I suspect there must be some other crucial factor involved, which is why a six-year-old boy with such extraordinary talent was appointed Holy Son after joining Spirit Hall for only two months!"

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chin as he spoke to the two elders beside him.

Hearing this, the two old men nodded repeatedly. It seemed that with this Holy Son, Spirit Hall's position would be impossible to shake for the next century or two.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, there is no need for us to worry too much. In recent years, ever since Bibi Dong took power, Spirit Hall has carried out many reforms and greatly raised its standing among commoner Soul Masters. But they have yet to show any intention of opposing the Upper Three Sects. As long as we do not provoke them first, they cannot do anything to us. We should simply wait for the right moment."

The two Titled Douluo nodded, though inwardly, they began carefully considering the future development of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, Dad, Rongrong has come to play with you!"

Just as the three men in the hall were deep in thought about the sect's future, a crisp, melodious voice came from outside the hall. All three smiled indulgently at the sound.

As the footsteps drew closer, a young girl appeared. She wore a blue knee-length dress, her short hair tucked behind her ears. On her feet were exquisitely crafted embroidered shoes, while white knee-high socks tightly wrapped her calves, leaving only her fair knees exposed like two pieces of flawless jade.

With a delighted smile, the girl ran over in quick little steps and hugged each of the three in turn. Then she sat on the burly elder's lap and played with the few strands of hair he had left.

"Dad, what were you discussing here? Rongrong looked everywhere for you just now!"

The girl was naturally Ning Rongrong, the daughter who had been spoiled beyond measure since childhood by every member of the sect that possessed the greatest wealth in the world.

However, unlike when Ning Rongrong first appeared in the original story as a teenager, she was only five years old now and had yet to develop the temperament of a little witch. Though everyone in the sect indulged her, she was merely playful, lively, and innocent, without the fondness for teasing others that she would develop a few years later.

Seeing the girl's slightly unhappy expression, the scholarly man smiled at her. "Be good, Rongrong. Daddy was just discussing something with your two grandpas. We've finished now, so we can play with Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong glanced at her father, and her large eyes caught sight of the letter in his hand. She immediately released Bone Douluo's hair, carefully climbed down from his lap, ran to her father's side, took the letter from his hand, and began reading it closely.

None of the three stopped her. They merely smiled as they watched her lively, mischievous manner, their eyes full of affection.

"Spirit Hall's Holy Son? Who is that?"

Reading the letter's contents, Ning Rongrong asked the three, "Is this person that amazing? Why did he make both grandpas and Dad gather here to discuss him? But doesn't the letter say he's only six? He's just one year older than me!"

Thinking of this, the girl pouted. She felt a little indignant toward this bad person who had taken up an entire morning of playtime with her three elders.

It is the second day since the new book was signed. I hope everyone will support it!