The Pure Love Warrior Wu Feng Went Down on Cue

After Su Yuan and Wang Xian'er disappeared beyond the horizon, Ning Zhiyuan's composed expression instantly twisted into a mask of pain, and he clutched his chest.

Psychological Committee Member... I don't feel so good!

It hurts. It hurts so much!

Despite how readily Ning Zhiyuan had agreed earlier, he now regretted it so bitterly his guts were practically turning green.

Given a choice, Ning Zhiyuan would have offered Su Yuan a sincere explanation and compensation, even if it meant thoroughly offending those old fossils in the sect.

But who could have known that an orphan they had thought merely possessed decent talent had such backing!

That was Wang Xian'er, one of the oldest powerhouses of this era, a true living fossil of the Soul Master World.

If their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had treated Su Yuan even a little better, wouldn't they have been able to forge a connection with a powerhouse like her?

Instead, all they had gained was a trivial favor...

For a businessman like Ning Zhiyuan, this was a loss so crushing it left him numb!

It was no different from watching a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone vanish with a snap just before it fell into his pocket!

Had he known, even marrying Ning Tian to Su Yuan would have been worth it. In fact, that would have worked even better. At least Ning Tian wouldn't have directly defied the sect's arrangements and gone off to break the engagement on her own, as Wu Feng had!

At that thought, Ning Zhiyuan felt as though a knife were carving into his heart.

Just then, Ning Tian arrived.

Seeing Ning Zhiyuan clutching his chest with an agonized expression, Ning Tian was startled. Thinking her father had been injured or poisoned, she hurried over.

"Dad, what's wrong? Someone, come quickly!!"

"...I'm fine." Ning Zhiyuan waved a hand, his expression gradually calming.

What was done was done. Wallowing in regret was pointless, and he wasn't a sore loser. If it had slipped away, then it had slipped-

Damn it, I'm still so angry!

"Tian, I've thought it over. I should find you a different companion," Ning Zhiyuan said expressionlessly.

"Huh? But Feng..." Ning Tian froze.

"No buts." Ning Zhiyuan, who had always doted on Ning Tian, was firm this time, leaving her no room to choose.

"Her flaws are too serious. They don't show in everyday life, but at a critical moment, she could easily ruin everything. She can only serve as a guardian of the sect, not your trusted right hand. She must be replaced."

After hesitating for a while, Ning Tian said nothing more and silently nodded.

"I understand, Dad. I'll follow your arrangements."

Since childhood, she had been taught to put the sect above all else. She also deeply understood her responsibilities as Young Sect Master. She could never let personal feelings compromise the sect's interests.

If Wu Feng really would affect the sect's decisions, then no matter how close they were, she could only endure the pain and give her up in the end.

Besides... Wu Feng's mindlessly one-track thinking did sometimes leave even Ning Tian feeling helpless and displeased.

Seeing how obedient and sensible Ning Tian was made Ning Zhiyuan's heart twinge again.

Damn it, I regret this so much!

"Tian, don't blame your father. Here's what happened..." Ning Zhiyuan sighed and explained Wang Xian'er's earlier visit to Ning Tian.

He did not believe in raising her through coercion. Rather than simply making Ning Tian follow his arrangements, he wanted to cultivate her ability to think for herself.

A sect master who could only obey orders was no good. Even if she took power, she would only become a puppet.

Even when forcing Ning Tian to change companions, Ning Zhiyuan would give her a thorough explanation so she understood why he was doing it.

"...So, with Wu Feng's personality, she absolutely isn't suited to staying by your side. She's far too prone to acting on emotion." Ning Zhiyuan sighed again, his voice heavy with melancholy.

"And this incident has sounded a warning bell for both of us. Serious problems have already appeared in the sect's structure. We can't keep giving ground for the sake of stability. It may preserve a short-term balance, but it plants the seeds of future disaster."

"If this continues, our Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect... will be in grave danger. Just like the mighty Shrek, it seems powerful beyond measure, but isn't it also oil boiling over a raging fire, tottering on the brink of collapse?"

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll work hard, for the sect!" Ning Tian's gaze was resolute.

"Haha..." Ning Zhiyuan chuckled softly and stroked Ning Tian's head, his eyes filled with love and heartache.

As a young woman, Ning Tian bore far too much pressure that she should never have had to bear.

But Ning Zhiyuan had no choice either. This was the fate of their Seven Treasures Lineage. If Ning Rongrong hadn't left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without any lasting foundation before ascending, passing down only the name "Nine Treasures," how could their lineage have fallen to this state...

By this era, even they themselves had begun to question whether the history of ten thousand years ago was actually true.

"Don't worry, Tian. Your father won't put all the pressure on your shoulders. While I'm still in charge, I'll do everything I can to clear out the sect's deep-rooted ailments, so you won't have to bear so much..."

And so.

The pure love warrior Wu Feng went down on cue. All she could do was bite her handkerchief and watch through tear-filled eyes as another little manipulator, who supposedly only wanted to cherish her dear older sister, took her place.

As for her, she could only watch from afar as Ning Tian laughed and chatted with that little manipulator...

Wu Feng: No!!!

"Yuan, you have excellent cultivation talent. You'll definitely become a Titled Douluo one day!"

On the way back to Star Luo City, Wang Xian'er chatted with Su Yuan with a smile.

When she learned that Su Yuan had cultivated from innate rank-seven Soul Power to rank twenty-five entirely on his own, without anyone to rely on, Wang Xian'er couldn't help feeling surprised and delighted.

Ten thousand years ago, someone with innate rank-seven Soul Power could, at best, cultivate to Soul Saint, or Soul Douluo if they were lucky.

But in this more prosperous era, with the aid of precious natural treasures, even someone with innate rank-seven Soul Power had a chance of becoming a Titled Douluo.

And since Su Yuan's own talent was already quite good, Wang Xian'er was fully confident that she could nurture him into a Titled Douluo.

For starters, Wang Xian'er could take out an entire set of Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones right now to improve his talent, never mind things like Mystic Water Pills.

With so many resources piled onto him, how could he fail to become a mere Titled Douluo?

"Granny Wang, I believe you'll definitely become a Limit Douluo too," Su Yuan said with a grin.

"You child, do you think Limit Douluos are cabbages? How could it be that easy? In this lifetime, your granny probably won't have a chance to see the view from that realm..." Wang Xian'er shook her head with an amused laugh, taking it as nothing more than a child's innocent remark.

She was already old. Even if her Life Attribute allowed her to live another thirty to fifty years, she was still over two hundred, and her potential had essentially been exhausted.

Yet even now, she remained firmly stuck at rank ninety-five, unable to advance an inch.

If she could raise her cultivation by even a single rank, she could add another ten or twenty years to her lifespan. She simply couldn't.

She understood her own situation better than anyone.

Limit Douluo?

Nothing but a distant dream.

Even so, beneath Wang Xian'er's resignation, how could she not yearn for that realm?

The pinnacle of mortal power...

"No chance?" Su Yuan blinked, a meaningful look in his eyes.

That's not necessarily true.