My Son Tang Hao, Possesses the Bearing of an Ultimate Douluo!

"That's right, make sure to hire a good healing Spirit Master for him."

Sword Douluo chuckled as he chimed in, his tone teasing:

"Otherwise, if he gets injured and ends up bedridden, we'll have to find someone to wait on him hand and foot."

For a moment, the two of them chatted and laughed, the atmosphere relaxed and harmonious.

They didn't care in the slightest whether Gu Rong had encountered any threats.

After all, in their eyes, Gu Rong was the current "Number One Defense in the World."

Unless at least three Title Douluo of the same rank attacked simultaneously, it was simply impossible for anyone to pin him down.

After a long while, Ning Fengzhi stopped talking, the smile on his face slowly fading, replaced by an expression that was earnest and tinged with a hint of calculation.

"Uncle Sword," he lowered his voice slightly, his gaze fixed on Sword Douluo's face, "let's go take a look at the Clear Sky Sect's residence."

"Why go there?" Sword Douluo asked.

"To see if we can join forces with them to pressure Spirit Hall and seize a portion of the control over that newspaper..."

A long while later, at the Clear Sky Sect's residence.

This was a sprawling estate.

Within the grounds, ancient trees towered, complemented by rockeries, flowing water, and winding, secluded paths.

Deep in the back courtyard, a pavilion was nestled among emerald bamboo. Inside, a stone table and stools were set up, with a chessboard laid out; the black and white pieces were locked in a fierce, ongoing battle.

Tang Zhen, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, sat on a stone stool, holding a black piece in his hand, his face beaming.

He glanced at Yu Yuanzhen across from him and dropped the piece, producing a crisp "clack."

"Brother Yu, I recall that over a decade ago, you had already advanced to level ninety-five."

"So much time has passed, why is your spirit power fluctuation still standing still?"

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were speaking of something trivial, yet the sting in his words caused a dull ache.

Yu Yuanzhen's hand, holding a piece, paused slightly; he hesitated for a moment before placing it on the board.

His expression was unsightly, a faint crease forming between his brows. He remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly:

"Brother Tang is unaware. These past years, I have exhausted my energy for my youngest son."

"If not for some special opportunity, I fear I shall remain stuck at this level."

"Oh?" Tang Zhen raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance, his tone laced with curiosity. "Are you referring to your youngest son, Yu Xiaogang?"

"That is correct."

Yu Yuanzhen sighed and tapped his fingers lightly against his knee.

"My youngest son only has half a level of innate spirit power. To help him cultivate, I used my own spirit power to clear his meridians."

"This process has lasted over a decade, costing me dearly, delaying my own cultivation and overdrawing my future."

He seemed unwilling to dwell on the matter, waving his hand with a dismissive air.

"Alas, let us speak no more of this."

"Brother Tang, how have your two sons been lately?"

"Heh heh."

Tang Zhen had been waiting for this very question, the pride in his eyes nearly overflowing.

"My eldest son, Tang Xiao, has already stepped into the Spirit Saint realm for quite some time now."

"My youngest son, Tang Hao, has also become a six-ringed Spirit Emperor."

"Oh? Your two sons' cultivation speeds are truly that fast?"

Yu Yuanzhen opened his eyes wide in shock, then sighed, his tone tinged with envy.

"If only my two good-for-nothing sons could be like yours, that would be wonderful."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Tang Zhen burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the pavilion and causing the bamboo leaves outside to rustle.

He slapped the stone table, his entire demeanor radiating a sense of smug satisfaction.

"Brother Yu, to be honest, both of my sons have the potential to become Super Douluo!"

His voice rose a notch, his eyes flashing with intensity.

"Especially my youngest son, Tang Hao—he even has the potential to become a Limit Douluo!"

At the mention of Tang Hao, Yu Yuanzhen's eyelids twitched.

The previous rumors and gossip were still flying everywhere to this day.

Tales like "Tang Chen knocking on his daughter-in-law's door at night," "The Clear Sky Twins are actually Tang Chen's sons," or "Tang Hao having a secret affair with his own aunt," and so on.

Those stories were told with such vivid detail and had spread so widely that he couldn't avoid hearing them even if he wanted to.

Looking at Tang Zhen's smug expression at this moment, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, barely managing to hold back a laugh.

"Father!"

Footsteps rang out, and two figures walked side by side along the bamboo forest path.

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the two brothers, walked with vigorous strides, their bearing heroic and imposing.

Seeing this, Tang Zhen reached out and pointed toward Yu Yuanzhen, his tone carrying a hint of showing off.

"Brother Yu, look, these are my two sons."

He turned his head to look at Tang Xiao and his brother.

"Xiao'er, Hao'er, this is Sect Master Yu. Hurry and greet him."

Upon hearing this, the two brothers quickly cupped their hands in salute, their postures respectful and their voices resonant.

"This junior greets Sect Master Yu!"

"No need for formalities, no need!"

Yu Yuanzhen gestured vaguely with his hand, forcing a smile onto his face. He scanned Tang Xiao and Tang Hao back and forth, his tone filled with sincere admiration.

"Haha, Brother Tang, your two sons are truly outstanding talents!"

"Just as you said earlier, they both possess the potential of Super Douluo!"

"Given time, it is not impossible for them to even step into the realm of Limit Douluo!"

"Thank you for the praise, Uncle Yu!"

Tang Xiao and his brother replied in unison, the pride on their faces nearly overflowing.

"Hahaha, Brother Yu, you flatter them."

Tang Zhen was grinning from ear to ear. He turned his head to look at the two brothers and asked, "What brings you here?"

"Reporting to Father."

Tang Xiao stepped forward half a pace and cupped his hands. "Sword Douluo Chen Xin, accompanied by Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, has come to pay a visit."

"Oh? It's Sword Douluo?" Tang Zhen raised an eyebrow in confusion, his tone carrying a hint of surprise. "What is he here for?"

"And Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master," Tang Xiao added.

"So that brat Ning Fengzhi has come as well."

Whether Tang Zhen truly hadn't heard or was merely pretending, he nodded and said casually:

"Let them come over."

"Yes!"

Tang Xiao and his brother responded and left, their footsteps gradually fading along the bamboo path.

The pavilion returned to silence.

Tang Zhen turned around, looked at Yu Yuanzhen, and said with a smile:

"Brother Yu, this Ning Fengzhi is truly no simple character."

"Ever since he brought back Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, his status and standing have skyrocketed; he is almost on equal footing with us now."

"More than that."

Yu Yuanzhen shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of gravity.

"With the assistance of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and with your sect's former sect master not showing his face, Ning Fengzhi's status and standing are already above ours."

"Hmph."

Tang Zhen let out a cold snort, the smile on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by a sullen dissatisfaction.

He did not reply, simply keeping his head lowered as he stared at the chessboard, saying nothing.