My Lord, Let's... Practice Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation

Fang Fan glanced at the others. Dugu Bo and Dugu Yan watched him eagerly. Xue Qinghe wore a smile but showed no sign of leaving, while Ning Rongrong clutched Sword Douluo's sleeve, her face full of anticipation.

All three parties waited for his decision, and none was willing to give way.

"Let's visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect first. After that, I'll visit Senior Dugu and His Highness separately."

Fang Fan settled the matter.

Dugu Yan's emerald eyes dimmed slightly. "Then we'll wait for you at home?" she asked, unable to hide her disappointment.

Ning Rongrong stepped forward with a bright smile. "Of course, you can come see the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with us too!"

Dugu Yan's eyes lit up. She turned to Fang Fan, while Dugu Bo cupped his hands and waited for his answer.

"Then let's all go." Fang Fan nodded.

Xue Qinghe smiled gently. "It's been months since I last paid a visit to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This is a fine chance to travel together."

He spoke casually, but his gaze swept over Fang Fan without a flicker.

The Spirit Hall Saint Son's strength and talent far exceeded what he had expected. The more time he spent with Fang Fan, the more he could learn about him.

The group made its way through the streets of Heaven Dou City toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo led the way, Poison Douluo brought up the rear, and the crown prince walked beside them. Three striking young women surrounded a white-robed youth. Passersby stopped to stare at the sight.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stood southeast of Heaven Dou City, its halls and pavilions arranged along the mountainside. Glazed tiles shimmered in the sunlight.

They had barely reached the sect's gates when Ning Fengzhi came out to greet them in person. Beside him walked a lean old man with a broad frame: Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

Dressed in a pale, moon-white robe, Ning Fengzhi carried himself with scholarly warmth. His eyes passed over the group, then paused on Fang Fan.

Sword Douluo's message had already reached him:

"This boy is only a few years older than Rongrong, yet he's already a Level 66 Soul Emperor. His Martial Soul is exceptionally strong, and Rongrong seems quite taken with him."

Level 66. Only a few years older than Rongrong—

Those words rang through Ning Fengzhi's mind. Even after years leading the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he felt his scalp prickle with shock.

At his side, Bone Douluo studied Fang Fan too, his aged eyes gleaming.

Xue Qinghe walked a little behind the others. As he watched Fang Fan's back, emotions no one else could detect churned within him.

For nearly twenty years, she, Qian Renxue, had lived undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire. As its crown prince, she had dealt with every faction and met countless gifted people.

Yet even with Innate Full Soul Power at Level 20, an Angel Spirit, and all of Spirit Hall's resources behind her, she had only reached Level 69.

How old was Fang Fan? He was already Level 66. And that astonishing strike of his had overwhelmed even Liu Erlong, a Level 73 Soul Saint.

Give him a few more years, and he would almost certainly catch up to her.

Bibi Dong's personal disciple was not someone to underestimate.

Ning Fengzhi hurried forward, his warm smile unable to conceal his excitement.

He looked Fang Fan over as though examining a rare treasure.

"I am Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"You must be Young Master Fang? Uncle Sword has already told me about you. A remarkable talent at such a young age."

"You're too kind, Sect Master Ning."

Fang Fan nodded, neither arrogant nor deferential.

Ning Rongrong skipped to Ning Fengzhi's side, grabbed his arm, and shook it. "Father, Father! Fang Fan was amazing! You should've seen him—he knocked Liu Erlong down with one punch—"

Halfway through, she caught her mistake and quickly corrected herself. "No, I mean, he flattened that Female Tyrant Dragon with a single Soul Skill!"

Ning Fengzhi patted his daughter's hand with a smile, but his gaze never left Fang Fan.

A Level 66 Soul Emperor. An extraordinary Spirit Ring Configuration. A Martial Soul stronger than the Seven Kill Sword. A Level 73 Soul Saint defeated in one move—

The facts circled through his mind. The longer he looked at Fang Fan, the more astonished he became.

"May I ask who taught you, Young Master Fang? Anyone capable of training such a remarkable young man must rank among the finest figures on the continent."

Ning Fengzhi's tone was courteous, but his eyes were searching.

Fang Fan had no intention of hiding it. "Pope Bibi Dong is my teacher. I'm Spirit Hall's new Saint Son."

At those words, both Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's expressions changed.

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted. He slowly exhaled, his face turning complicated. "So you're Spirit Hall's mysterious Saint Son."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence network spanned the continent. Ning Fengzhi had long known that Spirit Hall had appointed a Saint Son, but his identity was guarded so closely that even the sect had found no clues.

He never would have guessed that the Saint Son was the white-robed youth before him.

Spirit Hall was already powerful. Now it had a prodigy like this as its Saint Son. Once Fang Fan grew into his strength, the balance of power across Douluo Continent might change completely.

This young man would shake the entire continent.

Bone Douluo said nothing, but his gaze grew steadily more solemn.

Once the greetings were over, Ning Fengzhi immediately hosted a banquet for them.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's banquet hall was splendid, and exquisite dishes arrived one after another.

Ning Fengzhi poured Fang Fan's wine himself. He was friendly without overstepping, and as they talked, he probed for news of Spirit Hall. Fang Fan handled each question smoothly, saying no more than he should and giving nothing away.

Xue Qinghe sat nearby and joined the conversation now and then. He kept the mood pleasant while quietly attending to every word Fang Fan said.

By the time the banquet ended, night had fallen. Ning Fengzhi personally arranged rooms for everyone.

After the long journey and two consecutive fights, Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing were indeed tired, so they returned to their room first.

Ning Fengzhi invited Xue Qinghe to his study to continue their conversation. Relations between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince had always been delicate, and some things could not be discussed before the others.

Fang Fan pushed open the door. Before he could light a lamp, Zhu Zhuqing slipped her arms around his waist from behind.

Resting her cheek against his back, she spoke with a softness beneath her cool voice that she showed only when they were alone.

"Husband."

Fang Fan turned and looked down at the woman in his arms.

No candles were lit. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting a soft silver glow over her beautiful, cool features.

Her dark eyes lifted to his, and her lips pressed together lightly. Only he got to see the quiet longing beneath her reserved expression.

He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and gently tossed her onto the soft brocade quilt.

Zhu Zhuqing lay on her back, gazing up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, but she refused to look away.

"Husband, let's... practice Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation."

Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it. Her ears had turned bright red, but she had found the courage to say it.

The beauty of their souls intertwining during their first Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation in Spirit Hall had sent her cultivation soaring. It had also forged a bond between them that no one else could share.