I'm Very Satisfied with Yang Jian as My Son-in-Law

A short while later.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's council hall.

Sect Master Ning Fengzhi was so shocked that he sprang to his feet.

It took quite a while before he sat back down.

The two elders seated below him on either side, supreme experts at the Titled Douluo level, wore expressions of outright astonishment.

"That's impossible!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin declared flatly.

"Indeed."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong shook his head as well. "Even with our innate full soul power, we couldn't accomplish that. Besides, after all these years traveling the soul master world, what sort of genius haven't we seen?"

"Who has ever reached such heights at fifteen?"

"Furthermore, have any of you ever heard of someone reaching level forty-eight after absorbing a soul ring at level forty?"

"And even if he really could absorb a ring over forty thousand years old as his fourth soul ring, a ten thousand year soul ring-even one over forty thousand years old-couldn't instantly raise a Soul Ancestor's soul power by seven or eight levels."

Inside the council hall, all three leaders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, each a leading figure in the soul master world, voiced their doubts.

"Sect Master, Elders, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed such a thing, much less come back to report it."

"Yes, Sect Master, Elders. Never mind absorbing that soul ring-Yang Jian somehow knew a soul skill that didn't even reveal his soul rings when he used it. What's more, he could completely immobilize that Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King, which Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang said was sixty thousand years old, or possibly even eighty thousand."

"And the young lady..."

Before long.

The two soul masters who had returned with the news reported everything they had seen and heard, leaving nothing out.

After hearing their report.

Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong all fell silent.

Any single piece of information about Yang Jian that these two had brought back would cause an earthquake in the soul master world if word got out.

And a massive earthquake at that.

Originally, Ning Fengzhi had merely wanted his daughter to gain some experience at Shrek Academy. While investigating Flender, he had happened to discover that freak of nature, Yang Jian.

However, that had coincided with the first of Yang Jian's three quiet years. A twelve-year-old level thirty-six Soul Elder was indeed a dazzling genius.

But a genius was still only a genius.

Before he matured, he was merely a lowly Soul Elder, without the strength to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Moreover, Yang Jian had been caught up in rumors that he had overdrawn his innate talent, giving Ning Fengzhi even less reason to pay him much attention.

It was only out of consideration for Flender's strength and the fact that Yang Jian truly was a rare genius that he had let his daughter give it a try.

What if he hadn't overdrawn his talent?

After three years of observation, however, Ning Fengzhi had long since put such "what-ifs" out of his mind.

In other words, Ning Rongrong's affection for Yang Jian had largely come from her own feelings.

Later, upon learning that Yang Jian's strength was still slowly improving, Ning Fengzhi had turned a blind eye.

But deep down, he remained somewhat unwilling to entertain the prospect of marriage.

Yet now, fifteen years old, a level forty-eight Soul Ancestor.

Once those words were laid out before him, he had no choice but to reconsider.

"A level forty-eight Soul Ancestor can no longer be considered a genius who has yet to mature, yet he is still precisely the age a young genius ought to be."

"Combined with that terrifying soul skill capable of controlling soul beasts tens of thousands of years old, his actual combat strength is already no lower than a Soul Saint's."

"A genius who can stand alongside a Soul Saint at fifteen... Heh, heh, heh..."

As Ning Fengzhi spoke, he suddenly began to laugh.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged smiles as well, apparently understanding what Ning Fengzhi meant.

Only the two soul masters who had returned with the news stood in the hall looking somewhat bewildered.

"Pass on my instructions. Tell Rongrong that I'm very satisfied with Yang Jian as my son-in-law."

"From this moment onward, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be her strongest backing in winning Yang Jian over."

"Whatever she needs, grant it all, so long as it is reasonable."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Though the two did not quite understand, they could tell that their sect master was in an excellent mood.

Of course.

That was only natural.

A fifteen-year-old level forty-one Soul Ancestor would already be considered extraordinarily gifted.

It would be difficult to find a second one anywhere on the Douluo Continent.

Let alone a fifteen-year-old level forty-eight Soul Ancestor.

Even searching the entire history of the Douluo Continent, one could not find such a person.

"Wait!"

Just as the two turned to leave and reached the council hall's doorway, Ning Fengzhi suddenly called them back.

"What is it, Sect Master?"

One of them asked.

"Ahem. Tell Rongrong to be mindful of... that matter. That is the line that must not be crossed."

Ning Fengzhi said.

"That matter? What matter?"

One of the men who had returned to report the news replied instinctively.

Before he could grasp the meaning, however, the messenger beside him pushed his head down.

He himself bowed even lower and answered with trepidation, "I understand. Please rest assured, Sect Master. If that boy dares take advantage of the young lady, we will stop him even at the cost of our lives!"

The messenger who had initially failed to understand caught on instantly upon hearing his companion's declaration.

His heart raced, and a sheen of cold sweat broke out on his back. He immediately declared as well, "For the young lady's safety, we would die ten thousand deaths without hesitation."

"All right. You may go."

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly.

As a father, he naturally did not want his daughter to take the initiative in courting another man, even if she liked that man very much and he was exceptionally talented.

But as the master of a sect, he could not turn away a fifteen-year-old level forty-eight Soul Ancestor, much less Yang Jian, who also possessed the means to deal with Soul Saint-level opponents.

"Fengzhi, aren't you being a little too outrageous?"

"What kind of father behaves like you?"

"Is that boy so wonderful that you'd sell your daughter off outright?"

After the two men withdrew.

Once only the three of them remained in the council hall, Gu Rong spoke with a rather sour expression.

"Uncle Bone, you spoil Rongrong too much."

Ning Fengzhi sighed. "Besides, even if I didn't do this, with Rongrong's temperament, who could stop her?"

"Didn't you hear what they said? Rongrong is already calling herself that boy's wife."

"Ah..."

Ning Fengzhi let out another long sigh.

"Hah!"

"I refuse to believe that boy has the nerve!"

"I'll go see right now whether he really has three heads and six arms!"

As Gu Rong spoke, he made to leave.

But Sword Douluo Chen Xin stopped him.