Tang Sect Secret Arts are Pirated?

The instant Tang Ya's crisp yet startled voice rang out, the atmosphere at the scene shifted from calm to tense!

She stepped forward, her black ponytail swaying lightly with the movement. Her lively, playful little face was now filled with gravity.

Wisps of pale blue light flowed around her slender wrist as supple Blue Silver Grass quietly spread out, winding around her fingertips.

Her gaze was serious, fixed firmly on the elegant figure of Ning An.

Bei Bei's expression changed drastically as well!

As a genius with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, as well as the disciple and boyfriend of Tang Ya, the Tang Sect's master, he could not have been more familiar with the Tang Sect's techniques.

That Ghost Shadow Track Ning An had used just now—shifting between real and illusory, treading the wind without leaving a trace—was remarkably similar to the Tang Sect Secret Arts!

What was strange was that he felt the other party's Ghost Shadow Track seemed somewhat deeper and more elusive. Surely that was just his imagination?

Wariness flashed through Bei Bei's eyes as pale purple lightning soul power erupted around him!

Crack! Crack!

Dense violet arcs of electricity coiled around his body. Crackling thunder resounded through the forest as powerful lightning swept in every direction.

Brilliant soul rings rose from beneath his feet in succession—two yellow and one purple, a standard soul ring configuration.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, possess!

Dragon-scale patterns surfaced across his skin, and his hair shimmered with electricity. Bei Bei stood tall, his aura sharp and tyrannical, every inch of him radiating fierce edge.

He stood firmly before Tang Ya, shielding her behind him as he stared coldly at Ning An.

"Ghost Shadow Track is an unpassed secret of our Tang Sect!!"

"Speak! Where exactly did you steal the Tang Sect Secret Arts from?!"

The Third Elder's expression darkened at once. The dense soul power of a Soul Douluo quietly spread out as he moved in front of Ning Tian and Huo Yuhao, staring coldly at the two with a killing aura around him.

How could anyone be allowed to slander his sect's young master?

Ning Tian also furrowed his delicate brows, pressing close to Ning An's side, her eyes full of confusion and anger.

Her brother clearly cultivated the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secret arts. How had it become stealing someone else's techniques?

Huo Yuhao stood quietly. Would Ning An steal secret arts?

Such a good person—would he?

That was simply impossible.

Faced with Bei Bei's hostile questioning, Ning An's expression remained unchanged. There was even a faint trace of ridicule in his eyes.

Stealing?

He slowly withdrew his movement technique. His elegant figure landed steadily, the gentle soul power around him subsiding as he raised his eyes and casually swept his gaze over the wary pair. His voice was clear.

"Steal?"

The single-word retort drifted down lightly, yet it carried boundless confidence.

"What I used just now was the inheritance of my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—the Nine Treasure Arts."

"It includes the Ghost Shadow Track movement technique, Jade Hand, Controlling Crane, Capturing Dragon... and also gives rise to the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons, Purple Demon Eye, and more."

Ning An spoke at an even pace, each word clear.

"The Ghost Shadow Track passed down in your Tang Sect only retains incomplete footwork. Without the soul power circulation method, it can at most be used for short-range evasion. It is hardly worthy of mention."

"As for the Ghost Shadow Track of our Nine Treasure Arts, it rides the wind and borrows its momentum, shifting between real and illusory at will. It is far superior to yours. And you claim I stole it from you?"

As his words fell, Bei Bei and Tang Ya both shuddered!

Their pupils abruptly contracted as towering waves surged through their hearts!

Everything Ning An had said precisely struck at the flaws in the Tang Sect Secret Arts!

The Ghost Shadow Track they cultivated was indeed somewhat incomplete, but it had never caused any real issue. Outsiders should have had absolutely no way of knowing.

Yet this eleven-year-old boy before them actually...

Th-This... how was that possible?!

Something was wrong. Far too wrong.

If the other party had truly stolen the Tang Sect Secret Arts, how could he understand their true essence better than them, their orthodox inheritors?!

Seeing their stunned and bewildered expressions, the curve of Ning An's lips turned colder as he continued.

"Do you know? It was not my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that stole your Tang Sect's martial arts."

"Rather, your Tang Sect happened to learn a small portion of our Nine Treasure Arts by chance, then changed its name and claimed it as your own!"

"That history from ten thousand years ago is not entirely as you know it."

Boom!

Those words exploded in Tang Ya and Bei Bei's minds like a thunderbolt!

Their bodies froze in place, their minds blank as their hearts and souls trembled completely. An overwhelming sense of absurdity and panic swept through them!

Were they counterfeit versions that had stolen scraps from someone else?

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the true orthodoxy?

The pirates had just questioned the authentic original?

Tang Ya's delicate body trembled violently. She bit down hard on her pale lips until they turned white, and a flush of red instantly filled her eyes. The pride and conviction in her heart teetered on the verge of collapse at that moment!

Ever since she could remember, she had borne the destiny of reviving the Tang Sect.

The Tang Sect had declined into ruin. Since childhood, she had struggled to hold on, carrying the broken remnants of her sect from place to place, enduring endless cold stares and mockery.

She had always believed that Tang Sect martial arts were peerless, the greatest inheritance in the world!

She had given everything to restore the Tang Sect's former glory and wash away its humiliation!

But now, every word from the young man before her pierced straight to the truth, telling her—

The Tang Sect Secret Arts she had upheld with pride all her life, the very arts she had desperately sought to revive, had not been created by the Tang Sect at all!

They had merely been born from stealing another sect's teachings?!

The convictions her sect had upheld for generations were, at their very root, nothing more than a colossal joke?!

The immense sense of disparity and collapse instantly shattered Tang Ya's resolve. Her eyes reddened at once, shimmering tears gathering in them, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She stared fixedly at Ning An, her gaze defiant and unwilling, filled with one last struggle and obsession.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"My Tang Sect has been passed down for ten thousand years. The records state it clearly: our secret arts were created by the Tang Sect's ancestors and were never stolen from anyone else!"

"This must be your sophistry! You're twisting black into white!"

She would never accept it!

She would never accept that everything she had upheld had been wrong from the very beginning!

She would never accept that even the roots of the Tang Sect's inheritance had been stolen!

Beside her, Bei Bei forcefully suppressed the shock and self-doubt in his heart. He reined in his astonishment, his expression incomparably grave.

He had to admit that Ning An's understanding of the secret arts far surpassed even that of the orthodox Tang Sect inheritance, flawless beyond reproach.

But the sect's ten-thousand-year history, its chronicles and records, could not possibly be false!

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he kept his guard up as thunderous soul power continued to coil around him. In a deep voice, he said, "You speak well, little friend, and your words may sound reasonable, but words alone prove nothing!"

"If you truly dare claim that Nine Treasure is the orthodox lineage and the Tang Sect is merely a counterfeit, then show us proof with your strength!"

Tang Ya took a deep breath and abruptly raised her head. The confusion in her eyes faded, leaving only stubborn fighting intent. She stepped forward and looked Ning An directly in the eye.

"That's right! Anyone can spout empty words!"

"Since you claim that your Nine Treasure Arts are the true orthodoxy, and that my Tang Sect martial arts are nothing but stolen techniques!"

"Then do you dare fight me?"

"We'll both use Ghost Shadow Track and determine truth from falsehood through strength!"

"If you win, I'll let you do as you please!"

"But if you lose!"

The girl's gaze sharpened abruptly, carrying the resolve of one with no way back.

"You must apologize! Return the so-called Nine Treasure Arts, and admit that you stole the Tang Sect's inheritance!"

The Third Elder watched the scene unfold, his eyes filled with emotion.

There was no need to think about the outcome.

The Young Sect Master could not possibly lose!

Ning An stood where he was, looking at the girl with reddened eyes before him. A smile curled across his lips.

"Sure!"