Is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect a Tomb-Robbing Sect?

So the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... had originally been a treasure-appraisal gang?

Ning Fengzhi's hand, holding a cup of cold tea, froze in midair.

The hall fell deathly silent.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's breathing grew heavy, and the Seven Kill Sword let out a faint hum of irritation.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong simply turned around, presenting his back to the Sky Curtain, unable to bear watching any longer.

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup.

Tea splashed across the rosewood table.

His mind rapidly worked through the current situation.

The Sky Curtain had exposed it, and the entire continent was watching.

The nobility, elegance, and mystery the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had accumulated over thousands of years vanished in that instant.

Deny it?

No one could challenge the Sky Curtain's authority. Denial would only make them look guiltier.

Admit it?

The founding ancestor of the world's foremost support sect had been a little thug who haunted the black market.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not bear the consequences.

What would their affiliated sects think?

What would the Heaven Dou imperial family think?

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his temples, feeling them throb.

The Chat Group on the Sky Curtain had already exploded.

[Spirit Hall Golden Generation Yan: I'm dying laughing! The number-one support sect in the world? More like the number-one fence for stolen goods!]

[White Tiger Sect Master of the Lower Four Sects: No wonder the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is so rich. So this was their ancestral trade. My respects, my respects!]

[Heaven Dou Empire Prince Xue Xing: This... is utterly disgraceful! A shame to the nobility!]

[Elephant Armor Sect Huyan Zhen: Sect Master Ning, are you still recruiting? With my build, I'd definitely be great at hauling things!]

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong covered her face, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Dai Mubai stood beside her, suppressing his laughter so hard that his shoulders shook.

Oscar leaned closer.

"Rongrong, actually... it's still pretty impressive. They made their fortune with their own hands."

"Shut up!" Ning Rongrong stomped on Oscar's foot.

This was too embarrassing!

One of the Upper Three Sects, and their ancestor had actually been a black-market peddler!

How was she supposed to show her face in the Soul Master world from now on?

Ma Hongjun fanned the flames from the side.

"To be fair, this Senior Ning Wuqian seems pretty down-to-earth."

Spirit City.

Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

She watched the Sky Curtain and gave a soft laugh.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had always considered itself lofty and pure.

This time, their underwear had been stripped clean off.

And this was only the beginning.

Lin Xuan lounged in his reclining chair, watching the Sky Curtain as he peeled a grape and tossed it into his mouth.

What the hell did this bunch know?

Ning Wuqian's Soul Power had indeed been terrible.

But in that barbaric era twenty thousand years ago, his treasure-appraisal ability had been a divine skill.

Back then, Douluo Continent did not even have a proper Soul Tool inheritance. Everyone relied on excavating ruins.

Once the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda appeared, no genuine or counterfeit item could escape Ning Wuqian's senses.

Moreover, Ning Wuqian's ability was vital to Lin Xuan's Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul. It could detect rare metals, and Martial Souls like that were exceedingly rare.

The scene on the Sky Curtain shifted.

It was a dark and windy night.

Ning Wuqian and Old Li crouched amid a stretch of desolate ruins.

Broken stone pillars surrounded them, while weeds ran rampant.

Ning Wuqian held the three-tiered glazed pagoda in his palm.

A faint glow emanated from the tower.

"Left. A little farther left," Ning Wuqian directed.

Old Li swung his shovel and dug with all his might.

"You sure there's something here, kid? This old man's back is about to break."

"Of course. My tower is glowing so brightly it's practically blinding me. There's definitely something good beneath us."

Clang.

The shovel struck something hard.

Old Li perked up, brushed aside the dirt, and pulled out an iron box covered in greenish rust.

Ning Wuqian leaned over, and the glow of the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda swept across the iron box.

With a click, the iron box was pried open.

There was no gold or silver treasure inside, only a yellowed parchment scroll.

The two returned to their shabby general store.

The oil lamp gave off a bean-sized flame.

Old Li wore glazed lenses as he bent over the table, carefully examining the parchment.

After a long while, he suddenly straightened up and sucked in a sharp breath.

"We struck it rich. Ning boy, we struck it big!"

Ning Wuqian leaned closer.

"What good stuff is it?"

"It's a tomb map!" Old Li's hands trembled violently. "And it isn't an ordinary person's tomb."

"Look at these specifications, look at this formation diagram..."

"This is an ancient tomb of a Soul Sage!"

Soul Sage.

The moment those two words were spoken, Ning Wuqian sharply inhaled.

On Douluo Continent twenty thousand years ago, Title Douluos were nearly legends, while Soul Douluos were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

A Soul Sage was an absolute overlord capable of dominating an entire region.

Countless nobles would attach themselves to such a figure, and endless resources would be poured into them.

For a powerhouse of that level, even a tiny fraction of their burial goods would be enough to feed them for ten lifetimes!

"Are we doing it?" Old Li stared fixedly at Ning Wuqian.

Ning Wuqian gritted his teeth and slammed his palm against the table.

"Do it! The bold starve no matter what, but the timid starve for sure!"

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall.

Ning Fengzhi abruptly rose to his feet, knocking over the teacup beside him.

Tea splashed all over the floor.

Tomb robbing?!

Peddling old goods on the black market was one thing, but now they were actually digging up people's ancestral graves?!

Ning Fengzhi felt his head buzzing.

If this kept airing, would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have any reputation left on Douluo Continent?

The number-one support sect's history of prosperity was a history of tomb robbery?

Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword rang sharply.

"Sect Master, this..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, forcing himself to calm down.

Things had already come to this. All they could do was keep watching.

The Chat Group erupted again.

[Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Master Yu Yuanzhen: Well, damn! Sect Master Ning, your family's inherited craft is quite unique!]

[Spirit Hall Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan: Oh my, no wonder the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasury is so abundant. So it was all stripped off dead people.]

[Heaven Dou Empire Crown Prince Xue Qinghe: Sect Master Ning, this...]

[Four Elements Academy Feng Xiaotian: I've learned something, I've learned something. So the shortcut to getting rich is underground!]

Within the Sky Curtain.

The two began frantically purchasing supplies.

Grappling hooks, Luoyang shovels, gas masks, specially made torches, antidote pills.

The black-market merchant looked at Ning Wuqian.

"Ning boy, buying so much grave-robbing gear? Where are you going to strike it rich?"

Ning Wuqian tossed him a silver coin.

"Ask fewer questions if you want to live longer."

Once their preparations were complete, the two slipped into a deep, dense forest beneath the cover of night.

Following the parchment's directions, they found a hidden cave entrance.

The opening was concealed by weeds and vines.

Old Li walked in front, holding a compass and muttering under his breath.

"Seek the dragon, divide the gold, observe the winding mountains. Each winding ridge is another pass..."

Ning Wuqian followed behind, keeping the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda activated at all times.

"Stop!" Ning Wuqian suddenly barked.

Old Li immediately froze.

"Three steps ahead, there's a mechanism underground. The tower's reaction is extremely violent—it's poison arrows."

Old Li threw a stone ahead.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several black shadows shot low across the ground and embedded themselves in the wall, their fletching blackened.

Old Li swallowed and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Kid, your Martial Soul is damn well a divine skill for tomb robbing!"

Having just avoided the poison arrows, the two continued onward.

The stone slabs beneath their feet began to vary in shade.

Old Li crouched and tapped the slabs.

"The Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation. Take one wrong step, and there's a bottomless abyss below."

He took out his compass and began calculating.

"Rest Gate, Life Gate, Harm Gate..."

After calculating for the time it took an incense stick to burn, Old Li was drenched in sweat.

"No good. Someone altered this formation. I can't calculate it."

Ning Wuqian rolled his eyes.

"Move aside."

He raised the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

A gentle light spread from the tower, covering the stone slabs ahead.

"The third slab on the left has the strongest glow. There are burial jade artifacts beneath it, so stepping on it is absolutely safe."

Ning Wuqian stepped across without hesitation.

He landed firmly.

"The fifth slab on the right has its light blocked. There's nothing underneath it, so don't step there."

Old Li watched in stunned disbelief.

"Your Martial Soul is completely unreasonable!"

Relying on the Three Treasure Glazed Pagoda's "treasure-seeking" property, the two forcibly carved out a safe path.

Anywhere with treasure had to be solid ground.

Any mechanism or trap naturally produced no treasure reaction.

This simple and brutal way of breaking the formation left the formation masters outside the Sky Curtain dumbfounded.

The two worked together seamlessly.

Old Li handled navigation and breaking formations, while Ning Wuqian handled warnings and clearing traps.

Whenever they encountered burial artifacts, Ning Wuqian gave them a glance.

"This one's fake. Leave it."

"That bronze cauldron is genuine. Take it."

The entire way, they advanced as though walking on level ground.

The packs on their backs grew fuller and fuller.

Ning Wuqian's smile grew wider and wider.

This was much faster than finding bargains in the black market!

After passing through the long passage, the space ahead suddenly opened up.

A massive bronze gate stood before the two of them.

There were no intricate patterns on the bronze gate, nor were there any Beast King totems.

There was only an enormous relief carving of a hammer.

The hammer had an ancient, simple design and exuded an incomparably domineering sense of pressure.

Even though it was merely a carving, it made it hard to breathe.

Ning Wuqian raised his torch and illuminated the hammer.

"This hammer... it's huge."

Old Li, however, froze in place.

He stared fixedly at the hammer, his entire body trembling like a sieve.

In the firelight, the old man's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Old Man Li, what's wrong?" Ning Wuqian gave him a shove.

Old Li suddenly turned his head and clapped a hand over Ning Wuqian's mouth, his voice shaking beyond recognition.

"Don't make a sound!"

"This... this is the Clear Sky Hammer!"

"The owner of this tomb was from the Clear Sky Sect!"

"We're finished. We've caused a huge disaster!"

The moment the words "Clear Sky Hammer" were spoken—

the entire Douluo Continent fell into dead silence.

Everyone watching the Sky Curtain sucked in a breath.

The Clear Sky Sect!

The number one weapon Martial Soul in the world!

Twenty thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Sect had already risen to prominence, and it acted with extreme tyranny.

If you provoked the Clear Sky Sect, then even if you fled to the ends of the earth, you would be smashed into pulp with a single hammer.