"I'm laughing at how naive you are."
Xue Xing's tone turned sinister, and the cultivated air of refinement around him abruptly became exceptionally malicious.
"A lowborn wretch like you thinks he can oppose the imperial family?"
"What a fool's dream. Since you refuse to know what's good for you, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
"Seize him," he told the guards beside him.
As his words fell, powerful fluctuations of Soul Power suddenly surged from several guards at Xue Xing's side.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.
Two Soul Kings with optimal Soul Ring Configurations stepped forward.
Tang San's heart tightened as he watched the two Soul Kings.
He couldn't handle even one Soul King, let alone the two before him-and these were only two of their men.
The guards standing along both sides of the road had yet to make a move.
"Your Highness."
Just then, another refined voice came from behind Tang San.
A refined middle-aged man approached with a walking stick, a white-haired elder at his side and a young girl behind him.
"Oh, Sect Master Ning. What brings you here?"
Xue Xing's expression grew somewhat uncomfortable when he saw who had arrived.
Ning Fengzhi was the teacher of his eldest nephew, Xue Qinghe. Ordinarily, he would never show anyone from Xue Qinghe's camp a pleasant face.
Unfortunately, the power behind Ning Fengzhi was simply too great. It was the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Your Highness, Prince Qin, this young friend is my daughter's classmate. As it happens, I also have some business with him. Besides, the fourth prince appears to be unharmed. Why mobilize your forces over this?"
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Tang San a short distance away.
Is he the maker of those hidden weapons Rongrong mentioned?
After leaving Blue Tyrant Academy, Ning Rongrong had visited her family's Seven Treasure Hotel.
She happened to run into her father there and took the opportunity to demonstrate some of the hidden weapons Tang San had given her before Ning Fengzhi.
Their power prompted Ning Fengzhi to visit Blue Tyrant Academy to meet Tang San, only to run into him halfway there.
Tang San looked at Ning Fengzhi in confusion. As far as he remembered, he had never met this middle-aged man.
He recalled overhearing people talking at the Great Soul Arena, saying that some nobles disliked women and preferred fair-skinned boys instead.
His powerful frame involuntarily shuddered.
He, Tang San, was handsome and distinguished.
Could this wicked middle-aged noble have taken a fancy to me?
That business about his daughter's classmate is just a smokescreen. Having something to discuss with me is his real reason!
Just as Tang San was at a loss over what to do next, Ning Rongrong, who stood behind Ning Fengzhi, suddenly waved at him, signaling for him to come over.
The moment he saw Ning Rongrong, Tang San's heart settled a little.
He already has a daughter, so he probably doesn't have that particular fetish, right?
After Tang San walked over, Ning Rongrong whispered in his ear, "Brother San, this is my father. He's very interested in your hidden weapons!"
"He came here to discuss a partnership with you."
Tang San's eyes immediately lit up.
He had heard Ning Rongrong mention that her father was the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
That meant the man before him was the master of the wealthiest of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
If he was interested in his hidden weapons, he must have taken a fancy to their offensive power.
A partnership with the wealthiest sect would surely bring very, very many Gold Soul Coins.
With that many Gold Soul Coins, he could buy Xiao Wu even more of the things she wanted!
Right, Xiao Wu.
Only then did Tang San remember Xiao Wu, and he hurriedly looked toward where she had been standing.
But the spot was already empty, and Xiao Wu was nowhere to be seen.
She isn't there. Did she go back? Never mind, I'll look for her once I get back.
Tang San gave it little thought, merely assuming Xiao Wu had gone back. And indeed, she had.
She had already headed back when Tang San attacked Xue Beng.
With Tang San putting on such a painfully awkward show of bravado there, she had no desire to stay.
"Since you've put it that way, Sect Master Ning, I can only let the matter rest. Men, take the fourth prince back."
Even though Xue Xing didn't want this outcome, there was nothing he could do. Facing Ning Fengzhi, the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he couldn't muster any of his authority as Prince Qin.
Not to mention that Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood beside him.
Xue Beng shot Tang San a resentful glance, playing the part of a wastrel young noble to perfection.
"Thank you, senior."
After Xue Beng and Xue Xing left, Tang San bowed slightly to Ning Fengzhi.
"Mm, your name is Tang San, correct? Tell me, will Rongrong's Martial Soul really return to normal through cultivation, as your teacher said?"
Damn it, when he had seen his daughter's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda turn into a Six Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he had nearly wet himself from fright.
Fortunately, after repeated questioning, he learned that it could return to normal through cultivation, though he still harbored a tiny bit of doubt.
"Yes, senior. My teacher's name is Yu Xiaogang. People generally call him the Theory Grandmaster."
Tang San's face filled with confidence when he spoke of his teacher.
So what if you're the master of one of the Upper Three Sects?
Have you received instruction from the Continent's Number One Theoretical Grandmaster? Has your daughter received instruction from the Continent's Number One Theoretical Grandmaster?
Ning Fengzhi nodded at his words.
"Grandmaster? His words do carry some credibility."
He had no choice but to believe him. There was nothing else he could do now.
Besides, even if her Martial Soul couldn't be restored through cultivation later, he could simply seize Yu Xiaogang and question him face-to-face.
After all, he had already been expelled from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Presumably, Yu Yuanzhen wouldn't declare war on his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect over a piece of trash.
Besides, their Upper Three Sects were branches of the same tree!
"Young friend Tang San, Rongrong has told me everything. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect does indeed need your hidden weapons. Why don't we find somewhere to discuss this properly?"
Ning Fengzhi wore a genial expression as he looked at Tang San.
Apart from his unremarkable looks, he was fairly decent in other respects.
"Of course, senior. Let's find somewhere else to discuss this properly."
Delight flashed in Tang San's eyes. A partnership with the wealthiest sect had to be worth at least several million Gold Soul Coins, didn't it?
Let me think. With those several million Gold Soul Coins, what should I buy Xiao Wu?
After everyone dispersed, Yun Tian glanced in the direction Tang San and Ning Fengzhi had left, suddenly feeling that he understood a little why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would later be destroyed.
As a support sect, it was either making appearances in the Heaven Dou Empire or attending all manner of competitions.
It even proclaimed that the Upper Three Sects were branches of the same tree, joining forces to oppose Spirit Hall's wolfish ambitions.
With all these maneuvers, even if Spirit Hall had considered winning over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which possessed the world's greatest support-type Martial Soul...
Ning Fengzhi's actions would probably have put that idea to rest.