Sect Master Ning, You Wouldn't Want To...

"Bastard, it was clearly your Spirit Hall that set the trap, yet you're turning around and blaming us. Are you threatening my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

With the Soul Master Guild and the Heaven Dou Empire intervening, Gu Rong had gained confidence and slammed the table outright.

Setting down her teacup lightly, Bibi Dong said calmly, "Fifty direct-line female disciples, one billion Gold Soul Coins, and a hostage in exchange for twelve years of peace for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This is quite a worthwhile deal for your sect, isn't it?"

"Besides, Sect Master Ning, you wouldn't want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to suddenly be attacked by several Peak Douluo one night, would you?" Bibi Dong transmitted these words directly into Ning Fengzhi's mind through Soul Power.

Gu Rong did not know what the transmission contained, but he was still so furious that he gritted his teeth, his eyes nearly splitting open.

"Enough, Uncle Bone. Don't say any more." Ning Fengzhi's expression was not much better.

He had seen people with no martial ethics before, but never anyone this devoid of them. Not only was that Qin Xuan fellow shameless, even his wife, Bibi Dong, was a sinister and cunning woman. She had actually come to deceive him, ambush him, and threaten him—a support-system Soul Master without the slightest offensive power.

After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi said, "I can agree to Spirit Hall's terms, but I have demands of my own."

"Let's hear them." Bibi Dong lifted her fragrant tea again and took a light sip, as though she had Ning Fengzhi completely in her grasp. As for whether she would agree, that depended on her mood.

"You may have fifty direct-line female disciples, but they must be properly married to Spirit Hall's