You Should Have Been Shot onto the Wall

Night fell, and the stars glittered.

Inside a VIP room at the Heaven Dou Auction House, Ning Fengzhi said solemnly, "Brother Jun, you have entrusted me with auctioning such priceless treasures. Fengzhi is deeply honored by this trust. But do you know that once these items come to light, they will surely cause an uproar across the entire Douluo Continent? Every faction will go mad over them. You..."

Ning Fengzhi stared at the several boxes, torn by indecision. He understood the value of these items all too well. Once auctioned, they would inevitably shake the entire Douluo Continent.

However, his uncle Dong Liu, a Titled Douluo, had yet to recover from his injuries. If this auction brought trouble upon the sect now, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. He continuously weighed the pros and cons in his heart. On one side were Jun Lin's commission and trust; on the other were the sect's stability and his uncle's injuries. He sighed softly and was about to politely refuse Jun Lin's request.

At that moment, Jun Lin saw Ning Fengzhi's hesitation. He narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly gave Shui Linglong a look. Shui Linglong immediately understood his meaning and slowly rose from her chair.

Shui Linglong had a graceful figure and an aloof temperament. Her movements were elegant and composed, as though she carried not a trace of worldly air. As she stood, even the air around her seemed to tremble faintly.

Then, nine Soul Rings concealed by the Elemental Robe slowly lit up: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. The dazzling radiance of the Soul Rings instantly illuminated the entire room, while powerful Soul Power surged out like a tidal wave.

Ning Fengzhi stared at Shui Linglong in shock, thoughts churning through his mind. Yet before long, his shock gradually turned into relief.

Because three years ago, his uncle had already mentioned that this seemingly gentle and alluring Shui Linglong had a ninety percent chance of being a Titled Douluo.

What astonished him beyond measure was that Shui Linglong actually possessed the legendary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Shui Linglong's calm gaze fell upon Ning Fengzhi. Her voice was cool and resolute. "Young Sect Master Ning, rest assured. Since we dared to bring out these items, we naturally have our own considerations."

"I believe in the capabilities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial family. They will certainly be able to handle this auction properly.

"Moreover, should any trouble arise, I believe I have enough strength to deal with whatever situation may come."

Seeing Shui Linglong's shining Soul Rings and determined eyes, Ning Fengzhi's hesitation gradually faded.

He knew that since Jun Lin dared to produce such priceless treasures, he must have sufficient confidence and preparations.

Furthermore, with the aid of this Titled Douluo who possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, perhaps this auction truly could proceed smoothly without bringing too much trouble to the sect.

"Brother Jun, Miss Ah Yin, Miss Linglong. Oh, no, I should address you as Your Excellency Linglong. Fengzhi hesitated earlier only because I feared bringing danger upon the sect. But it now seems that Fengzhi was overthinking things."

Ning Fengzhi clasped his hands slightly and said solemnly, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect accepts this auction. Tomorrow, I will return and inform my father as well as the Heaven Dou imperial family. Please wait a few days, Brother Jun. When the time comes, we will certainly give it our all and never betray your trust."

The following morning, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Heaven Dou Empire.

Mountain ranges stretching for several kilometers wound like dragon spines, majestic and magnificent. Mist drifted through the mountains like a gauzy veil, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient range.

Atop the mountain stood a resplendent pagoda-shaped palace. Under the sunlight, it gleamed brilliantly, its golden tiles flashing with dazzling light as though they had been forged from pure gold.

Exquisite designs were carved into the palace walls: ancient Spirit Beasts, mysterious runes, and the glorious deeds of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's generations of forebears.

The palace gates stood tall and imposing, crafted from precious Black Iron Wood and embedded with countless radiant gemstones.

Inside the palace, the spacious hall was lavishly decorated in gold and jade. The high dome was covered in magnificent murals recounting the legendary history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Gorgeous chandeliers emitted soft light, illuminating the entire hall. Precious carpets covered the floor, soft and comfortable beneath one's feet, as though one were walking on clouds.

Within a grand and imposing palace, Ning Fengzhi, his uncle Dong Liu, and his father Ning Daohua were staring at the four boxes on the table. At that moment, the three of them were locked in a silent stare-down.

After a while, Ning Daohua's face twitched as he looked at his "good son." Thinking of how he had agreed to that young man named Jun Lin's request to auction three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones and a design blueprint gave him an unbearable headache.

For the first time, Ning Daohua felt that he should have shot this "good son" onto the wall back then—the kind you could not even scrape off.

He furrowed his brow and paced back and forth through the palace, his eyes filled with concern. Setting aside the forging design blueprint that was far beyond this era, the temptation posed by those three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones was simply too great.

Every faction would surely eye them greedily. Once word leaked out, those forces lurking in the shadows would pounce like starving wolves, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might become the target of all.

Once the auction began, it would inevitably trigger a frenzied struggle among every faction. Open and covert conflicts would follow one after another. Faced with such a complex situation and so many uncertain factors, he truly felt enormous pressure.

At that moment, seeing his son's indifferent expression made his anger flare even more.

"You child, how could you act so rashly? Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones are no ordinary items. If they bring disaster upon us, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may not emerge unscathed." Ning Daohua's voice carried reproach, though it was mixed with helplessness.

After all, his own "good son" had already made the promise. Now they could only find a way to deal with whatever trouble might arise.

When Ning Daohua had first heard about this, he could not help but worry. The sect's Titled Douluo, Dong Liu, had yet to recover from his injuries. If anything unexpected happened during the auction, then with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's current strength, they might have a slim chance of survival—but there would be absolutely no chance of making it out alive.

Fortunately, he had learned from his "good son" that behind the young man named Jun Lin stood a Titled Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

This made Ning Daohua even more cautious amid his concerns. With such a powerful existence backing them, auctioning the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones might not so easily turn into a disaster.

However, he also understood that although a Titled Douluo's strength was formidable, it was not invincible in this world of Soul Masters, so rife with struggles for profit. The various factions were intricately entangled, and no one knew what madness they might commit for the sake of precious Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones.

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