Carried by Gu Rong, the two ignored the crowd outside and flew into the hotel.
Blue hair, a young man, sitting cross-legged outside the Heavenly Character No. 1 Private Room.
Those three traits let Ning Fengzhi confirm at a glance that this was the person he sought.
"Hello, Tang San."
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ning Fengzhi. Could you ask your master to come out for a discussion?"
Tang San looked at the two, his brows furrowing slightly.
He remembered that Ning Rongrong, who had insulted his master a few days ago, also bore the surname Ning and came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Its sect master was named Ning Fengzhi. With such an ill-tempered daughter, how good could her father possibly be?
Tang San said with disgust, "My master said that anyone wishing to become his disciple must wait here for a month before he will consider it.
As for anything else, he will neither concern himself with it nor discuss it."
Despite being publicly snubbed by a youth like Tang San, Ning Fengzhi's expression remained unchanged.
An old hand at reading people, he immediately noticed the disgust in Tang San's tone.
Considering the complications that might arise from attacking a Titled Douluo, Ning Fengzhi still intended to try a peaceful transaction first.
Maintaining his kindly smile, he said, "Tang San, perhaps there has been a misunderstanding."
"My daughter spoke rudely some time ago. As her father, I am at fault, and I apologize on her behalf."
"I truly came to discuss a business deal with your master."
"I believe you know that, when it comes to wealth on this continent, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect yields to no one."
First an apology to give the other party face, then an offer to give them a way down.
In business, transactions, and making friends, Ning Fengzhi had honed this approach to perfection.
Hearing this, much of Tang San's disgust over Ning Rongrong faded, and his tone improved somewhat.
He said evenly, "Sect Master Ning, you are a man who understands what is right."
"But... my master really did say that he would only consider accepting disciples after a month. He does not wish to discuss anything else."
As Tang San spoke, he hesitated.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really was wealthy.
After learning about the medicinal ingredients used in his training, he realized they cost astronomical sums.
In this world, even Soul Masters needed money.
With that thought, Tang San said evenly:
Wanting to repay his master, Tang San said, "If you truly have something to discuss, you can wait a few days. My master is away right now."
"If you want to do business, you can explain what sort of deal you have in mind. I can make some decisions on his behalf."
Ning Fengzhi's brows knitted tightly, his eyes narrowing.
He had never expected Tang San to remain so uncooperative even after he had humbled himself and announced his name.
Did he have such powerful backing that he had no fear of a Titled Douluo?
Or was this simply the arrogance of youth?
At that thought, Ning Fengzhi's eyes shifted. Deciding to probe him, he glanced at Gu Rong and silently stepped back a few paces.
Gu Rong understood, and his Soul Power pressure erupted.
Knowing Tang San could defeat a Soul Ancestor, Gu Rong intended to vent some of Ning Rongrong's anger. He immediately unleashed pressure strong enough to suppress a Soul King—in other words, pressure at the Soul Saint level.
Boom!
Tang San's expression changed. He sprang to his feet, the Blue Silver King possessing his body. As his yellow, purple, and purple Soul Rings appeared, he activated the Eight Gates.
His face flushed slightly, but he was otherwise little affected. He roared, "What is the meaning of this?!"
Ning Fengzhi said nothing.
He merely thought Gu Rong had judged his strength precisely, landing right at the limit of Tang San's endurance and forcing out his martial soul.
Seeing the black markings on Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, his eyes burned with desire.
It really had evolved into the Blue Silver King. Those black markings were the symbol of a king.
What Ning Rongrong had not expected, however, was that Gu Rong would raise a brow upon seeing Tang San hold out, then increase the pressure.
Boom!
Tang San felt as though he were facing the overwhelming pressure of Li Sen unleashing his full strength dozens of days earlier. His blood churned.
This pressure had reached the level of a Level 91 Titled Douluo!
Blergh!
Tang San suddenly opened his mouth and spat out blood, dropping to one knee as his face turned pale.
The Blue Silver King continuously supplied vitality, while his three Soul Rings flickered as they repaired his body.
His brain kept sending Tang San signals that his body was about to die.
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed. He had never expected Gu Rong to suddenly press so hard, showing signs of dealing a killing blow.
If Tang San died, he would become Li Sen's sworn enemy. They would have to surround and kill him, expending enormous effort without any guarantee of securing the method of martial soul evolution.
Ning Fengzhi immediately moved to shout for him to stop.
"Uncle Gu..."
Meanwhile, sensing the threat to his life, Tang San was about to activate his second martial soul to share the pressure and take out the Blue Silver Tree Branch to notify Li Sen.
Just then, an even more powerful pressure swept over them.
The familiar aura let Tang San breathe a sigh of relief.
"You old bag of bones dare bully my son!"
A thick, black hammer flew toward Gu Rong.
The rough voice cut off Ning Fengzhi's words.
Gu Rong's expression changed. His senses screamed danger, and he hurriedly used a Soul Skill.
Boom!
Under the devastating attack, half of the Master Hotel collapsed.
The hotel owner wanted to cry but had no tears.
In just a few days, fights had broken out in his hotel one after another.
The first had only damaged two rooms. That was a minor matter.
The second had brought down half the building!
Wasn't he just trying to make a little money?
Did they really have to target him like this?
Outside the hotel, countless people clearly saw three figures in the air.
Two were flying, while one was being held up by the scruff.
A passerby exclaimed, "They're flying without using their martial souls! Titled Douluos are fighting!"
Ning Fengzhi looked grim. During Bone Douluo's brief exchange with the newcomer inside the hotel, he had clearly seen a red ninth Soul Ring and immediately recognized Tang Hao.
After all, the number of Titled Douluos with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring could be counted on one hand.
In recent years, Tang Hao had been the only one.
Tang San's surname was Tang, which meant he belonged to the Clear Sky Sect.
Damn it, his martial soul was not the Clear Sky Hammer, but the Blue Silver Grass of that woman from over a decade ago.
Otherwise, he would have recognized him at a glance!
Gu Rong's expression was grave, and he felt immense pressure.
Twelve years ago, Tang Hao's feat of battling several Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos from Spirit Hall while still a Soul Douluo himself had made his name resound across the four seas.
Any Soul Master with even a little strength knew about it.
Twelve years had passed. How many levels of Soul Power had Tang Hao, already hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo, gained?
Gu Rong sensed it: Level 95!
His instincts warned him of danger. He would die if they fought!
Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath, his mind racing.
He knew perfectly well that with Tang Hao standing behind Tang San, Li Sen was untouchable, whether or not he belonged to the Clear Sky Sect.
Twelve years ago, the Clear Sky Sect was said to have been devastated by Spirit Hall. In truth, few of its high-level fighters around the Soul Douluo rank had died, and some might well have broken through to Titled Douluo.
Moreover, Tang Chen, who had approached the level of a god, had merely disappeared, not died. Even Spirit Hall did not dare attack their sect.
Force was no longer an option. Only a transaction offered any chance of obtaining the method of martial soul evolution.
As for informing the Clear Sky Sect's sworn enemy, Spirit Hall...
Ning Fengzhi was not brain-dead.
Spirit Hall was the common enemy of the Upper Three Sects, with three or four Titled Douluos in its publicly known ranks alone.
That did not even include the old veterans who had already been Soul Douluos or Titled Douluos in the past and had yet to show themselves.
Having Spirit Hall kill Tang Hao would only lead to the destruction of all the Upper Three Sects.
Now, if he still wanted the martial soul evolution theory, he could only find a way to extinguish the anger of Tang San and his master, Li Sen.
He would obtain it through a transaction.
As for giving up? Absolutely not!
Having settled on his course, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and forced a smile.
"Clear Sky Douluo, you have misunderstood. We were merely testing your son's strength, not bullying him."
"Uncle Gu only lost his sense of proportion because my daughter had been bullied."
"As you know, my daughter is the most beloved little princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Tang Hao snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.
"Can Ning Rongrong compare to my son?"
"So what if you're the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Even if I have left the Clear Sky Sect, my son still belongs to it."
"Whether in talent, character, or temperament, he is far better than your daughter!"
"Your daughter was also the one who first hurled insults at my son and his master during that conflict a few days ago."
"Today, you must answer for your daughter causing trouble and for your little test nearly leaving my son gravely injured!!!"
Faced with Tang Hao's relentless aggression.
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