The Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, Come Out and Meet Me!

Seven Treasures City was truly worthy of being the headquarters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.

Although the scale of the city could not compare to the exaggerated size of Shrek City, it could still be called magnificent across the entire Douluo Continent.

The flow of people at the city gates was endless; merchant caravans, soul masters, and commoners moved in and out, bustling with activity.

Gu An gazed at the city, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.

Finally, he had arrived.

The plan could officially begin.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at Leng Yaozhu, and spoke in a crisp, decisive tone.

"Sister Yaozhu."

"Release your martial soul."

Upon hearing Gu An's words, Leng Yaozhu nodded.

She did not enjoy bullying the weak.

With her strength as a Limit Douluo, putting pressure on a sect that did not even have a Titled Douluo was certainly not a glorious thing to do.

But for Gu An's sake, it was not something she could not do.

She stepped forward.

The next instant.

"SCREECH----!"

The cry of a Sky Phoenix resounded throughout Seven Treasures City.

Immediately following, the aura belonging to a Limit Douluo swept out without reservation.

The pressure of a level ninety-nine powerhouse enveloped the entire city.

Every single person within Seven Treasures City felt that sense of superior oppression emanating from the depths of their souls at the exact same moment.

Inside the city.

The vendors wore expressions of pure bewilderment.

"Wh... what is going on?"

The young assistant beside him had trembling legs and collapsed onto the ground.

"I don't know! My legs have gone soft!"

Ordinary people could not distinguish the strength of the powerhouses.

But the soul masters in the taverns knew.

Their faces turned pale in an instant.

"A Titled Douluo!"

"What?"

"This is the aura of a Titled Douluo! There is no mistake! I felt it once in Shrek City!"

"And it's not just an ordinary Titled Douluo! This pressure... it's too strong!"

Within Seven Treasures City, people were running and screaming, descending into total chaos.

Just when everyone was at a loss for what to do.

A cold, clear voice rang out in everyone's ears.

"The master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, come out and see me."

The people inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect naturally heard it as well.

Ning Tian's mother, Ning Qingyun, was also the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect.

At level seventy-nine, her breathing hitched under the pressure of the Titled Douluo's aura.

An old man sitting below her suddenly stood up, his beard and hair bristling, his face filled with horror.

Wu Feng's grandfather, Wu Yunshan.

"A Titled Douluo!"

Ning Qingyun gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, her expression turning incredibly ugly.

Wu Yunshan turned his head to look at her and spoke in a low voice.

"Sect Master, I fear... the visitor is not here with good intentions."

Ning Qingyun suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, forcing herself to calm down.

Of course she knew the visitor was not here with good intentions.

A Titled Douluo, uninvited, standing directly at your doorstep to release their pressure and then calling you out by name.

Is this called friendly?

If she, Ning Qingyun, could not even see that, she would not need to be this Sect Master.

Once the pressure receded, she stood up and gave instructions in a rapid-fire tone.

"Elder Wu, go to Shrek Academy immediately and request that they send someone to assist us."

Wu Yunshan nodded with a grave expression, "Rest assured, Sect Master, I shall depart at once."

He turned and left.

Ning Qingyun watched the direction he disappeared in and let out a long sigh.

An eventful autumn.

She hoped Shrek Academy would send someone.

She thought this to herself, yet a bitter smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She knew well enough that the likelihood of them sending help was slim.

That bit of camaraderie from ten thousand years ago had been worn thin, generation after generation.

What remained between the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect and Shrek Academy now was nothing more than superficial pleasantries.

Otherwise, her Seven Treasure Glazed Sect would not have ended up without even a single Titled Douluo.

Ning Qingyun closed her eyes, and a name surfaced in her mind.

Ning Rongrong.

Ancestress.

Why has my Seven Treasure Glazed Sect grown increasingly decadent since you ascended to godhood?

She did not understand.

Or perhaps, she understood vaguely in her heart, but dared not let her thoughts wander in that direction.

Ning Qingyun opened her eyes, suppressed those chaotic thoughts, and straightened her attire.

Then, she set off alone toward the direction indicated by the fluctuations of soul power.

Bring people?

Bring whom?

Facing a Titled Douluo, no matter how many people she brought, it would only be sending them to their deaths.

It was better to go alone; at least that way, she could show a shred of sincerity.

Following the guidance of the soul power, after traveling for a distance, Ning Qingyun finally saw the source of the presence.

Three people stood before her.

Two women and one child.

Both women were excessively young, and both were stunningly beautiful.

Ning Qingyun's gaze swept quickly over the two women, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She didn't recognize them.

As the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, she had met or at least seen portraits and knew the features of every famous Titled Douluo on the continent.

Yet, she had never seen this red-haired woman before.

It couldn't possibly be that the little one, who wasn't even as old as her daughter, was the Titled Douluo.

Ning Qingyun cast this absurd thought from her mind, composed herself, and bowed respectfully.

"Your Excellency, I am Ning Qingyun, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect."

"May I ask what your instructions are?"

She kept her posture very low.

When facing a Titled Douluo, no amount of humility was excessive.

To her surprise, it was not either of the two adults who spoke next.

It was the child.

Gu An looked her up and down; this woman was quite beautiful.

Why did Ning Tian look so abstract?

Cross-dressing as a man was truly abstract; it wasn't even as good as Nanmen Yun'er from the animation.

However, it was better to deal with the matter at hand first.

He said in a flat tone, "Sect Master Ning, is it?"

"I don't play games with ambiguity, so I will state our purpose directly."

"Join my faction."

Upon hearing this, Ning Qingyun nearly lost her composure on the spot.

She let out an involuntary gasp.

"What do you mean!"

She even forgot to maintain her sect master's composure, her voice rising to a sharp pitch.

Join his faction?

A child who looked less than ten years old?

Leng Yaozhu parted her red lips, her voice cold and calm.

"Naturally, it means your Seven Treasure Glazed Sect becomes a vassal."

She paused, tilting her head slightly.

"Or, if you prefer, a partner."

"We are going to establish a new academy."

On Ning Qingyun's elegant, charming face, veins began to throb on her forehead.

A vassal?

Since ten thousand years ago, her Seven Treasure Glazed Sect had never once been a vassal to any faction.

Ning Rongrong's ancestors had brought the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect to the position of the world's number one support sect.

Now, a Title Douluo who appeared out of nowhere, bringing a small child along, opened her mouth and demanded that her Seven Treasure Glazed Sect become a vassal.

Does my Seven Treasure Glazed Sect have no pride?

Leng Yaozhu seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly as she took a step forward.

The crisp sound of footsteps rang out, jolting Ning Qingyun from her thoughts.

Then, she witnessed a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Soul rings rose slowly, one after another, around Leng Yaozhu.

The first soul ring was black!

Ning Qingyun's pupils contracted sharply.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but found she couldn't utter a single word.

And that wasn't the end of it.

Six consecutive soul rings, all of them black ten-thousand-year soul rings!

With a dry throat, Ning Qingyun swallowed hard.

There couldn't be more, could there... she thought bitterly.

When the seventh soul ring lit up, Ning Qingyun felt as if her eyes were being stung by a brilliant, crimson light.

She was completely stunned.

Six black, three red.

Nine soul rings hovered around Leng Yaozhu, pulsing up and down.

Ning Qingyun's beautiful face was bathed in the crimson glow of the soul rings.

"Six black, three red!!!!"

What kind of demonic soul ring configuration is this!