Send the betrothal gifts returned by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to the Clear Sky Sect, with a little extra

Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened.

"Bishop Salas, are you threatening the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Of course not."

Salas smiled, but his eyes were icy cold.

Immortal herbs?

Of course he wanted them too!

Although he did not know their precise effects, since they could be called "immortal," surely helping him break through from Soul Douluo to Titled Douluo would be no problem.

At that thought, Salas's heart burned with desire.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's expression, Salas was already certain...

He would definitely agree!!!

Why?

Because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect definitely had more than one immortal herb!!!

Before coming here, he had heard through the grapevine that it was not some unclaimed immortal herb at all, but a betrothal gift the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had sent to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

If they could give it away as a betrothal gift?

Then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect surely had more immortal herbs.

"Sect Master Ning, you are welcome to think carefully about which matters more."

Salas decided to add more fuel to the fire.

"Show our guests out!"

But Ning Fengzhi stood up, his face cold.

Two members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect strode in, their gazes falling on Salas in unison.

"Bishop Salas, this way, please!"

Salas's expression instantly darkened, his triangular eyes growing shadowy and sinister.

"Ning Fengzhi, you will regret this."

He spoke coldly.

Then he led his people out of the Meeting Hall.

"Salas is far too arrogant!"

Only after he left did Ning Fengzhi speak angrily, spreading his hands with a helpless expression.

"What a mess this is!"

Sending an immortal herb to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan as a betrothal gift was something he and Ning Xuan had discussed. Back then, they had repeatedly impressed upon the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that this was an absolute secret that must not be leaked.

But now, the whole continent was about to know.

Chen Xin's eyes were icy, sword intent sweeping in all directions as he rose to leave.

"Uncle Jian, where are you going?"

Ning Fengzhi asked, his eyes flickering.

"To kill them."

Chen Xin's voice was cold.

"If we kill them now, wouldn't that confirm that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect killed them to silence them?"

Ning Xuan shook his head.

"Besides, since Salas dared to come here, he must have prepared a fallback. If he doesn't return to the Martial Soul Temple, this information will probably reach Spirit City immediately."

Ning Xuan was indeed a transmigrator.

But he had never been so confident as to believe that a mere shudder of his mighty frame would make His Holiness the Pope of Spirit Hall prostrate himself at his feet, letting him take whatever he pleased.

Only an idiot would think that way.

"Then what do we do?"

Chen Xin felt inexplicably irritated.

"If we kill him, the news will reach Spirit City, and if we don't kill him, the news will still reach Spirit City?"

He was purely a Soul Master, knowing only cultivation and combat.

He was not like Ning Fengzhi, who had spent years immersed in commerce.

"Xiao Xuan, what do you think?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Xuan with a testing gaze.

"Leave them alone!"

Ning Xuan narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Salas won't send the news back to Spirit City so soon. Otherwise, why would he keep coming here to probe us?"

"He knows better than anyone."

"Once the Pope learns of this, he won't get anything."

"But what if, Xiao Xuan?"

Chen Xin was still anxious.

If Salas became a cornered dog leaping over a wall and brought the Pope from Spirit City here, things would become much harder to handle.

"There is no what-if. After he returns, he'll die inside the Martial Soul Temple."

A murderous glint flashed in Ning Xuan's eyes too.

Then, under Chen Xin's astonished gaze, he spoke again.

"I added a little something to their drinks just now."

The Snow-Colored Swan Kiss.

It was one of the finest immortal herbs Ning Xuan had obtained in Sunset Forest.

It contained no poison itself.

But once even a trace came into contact with someone, any toxins within their body would multiply millions upon millions of times, until they died.

In the original story, a single Snow-Colored Swan Kiss...

Had not only destroyed the entire Blood-Colored Long River and Slaughter City, but had even left Tang Chen, who was practically a demigod, unable to escape its effects.

And into the tea Salas had just drunk...

Ning Xuan had added a tiny amount of Snow-Colored Swan Kiss juice.

Soul Masters naturally had no poison in their bodies.

But this was not because they could resist or purify it. Rather, their digestive systems were exceptionally strong, capable of expelling even the slightest toxins in food.

After consuming the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss, however, things would be completely different.

Once he returned to the Martial Soul Temple...

If Salas came into contact with even a trace of poison, it would spiral out of control.

And the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss itself was not poison.

Even if there were an investigation, it could never be traced back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

That was Ning Xuan's plan!

Didn't he want an immortal herb? Then what harm was there in giving him a little?

Ning Xuan's eyes were icy.

After hearing his explanation, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin both smiled with relief.

Especially Ning Fengzhi.

He had originally worried that, after Ning Xuan became the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, his usual behavior meant he would be too softhearted.

That he would have a bodhisattva's heart, but none of an arhat's methods.

Judging by today, Ning Xuan's ruthless methods surpassed even his own.

For a while, the atmosphere in the Meeting Hall eased considerably, until Ning Fengzhi brought up Tang Yuehua.

"Isn't the Clear Sky Sect behind Tang Yuehua?"

The smile froze on Ning Xuan's face.

"I only just got back and haven't even had time to rest. I need to go back to my room and sleep for a while."

With that, he fled in disarray.

Watching Ning Xuan's retreating figure, Ning Fengzhi turned to Chen Xin and asked,

"Uncle Jian, what's going on with Tang Yuehua?"

He felt deeply uncomfortable.

Just what sort of people did Xiao Xuan like?

Leaving aside Liu Erlong at the beginning, though she was not far removed from Ning Fengzhi in seniority...

The Soul Master World did not judge by seniority.

In particular, Liu Erlong had youth on her side. Only in her thirties, with a voluptuous figure, she was in the golden years of a female Soul Master's life. That was why Ning Fengzhi had agreed to the marriage.

But what was going on with Tang Yuehua?

Another person of the same seniority as him, Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi's head ached, and he felt deeply uncomfortable...

For some inexplicable reason, he felt a little resentful that his wife had passed away so early...

Chen Xin could only recount what he knew.

When Ning Fengzhi heard that Ning Xuan had actually sold an immortal herb to Tang Yuehua, his brows immediately rose.

"Xiao Xuan has fallen for someone again?"

Again...

Chen Xin hardly knew what to say.

"But in my opinion, Tang Yuehua is somewhat better than Liu Erlong..."

"Uncle Jian, what makes you say that?"

Ning Fengzhi asked.

"The two of them have probably already consummated their relationship."

Chen Xin's expression was a little odd.

Having these words come out of his mouth seemed rather unbecoming of an elder.

Ning Fengzhi froze, his eyes widening.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Chen Xin nodded.

"I'd say it's almost certain!"

A flash of delight actually passed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"Mm."

"Tang Yuehua is quite good..."

"Being a little older isn't necessarily unacceptable..."

"At least she's somewhat better than Liu Erlong."

He knew that Ning Xuan had fawned over Liu Erlong for years back then, yet at most had only touched her hand...

Tang Yuehua was quite good...

Giving him so much right from the start...

Ning Fengzhi beamed with delight, a complete reversal from his earlier incessant frowning, making the corner of Chen Xin's mouth twitch beside him.

"How about this?"

Ning Fengzhi said enthusiastically,

"Once the matter with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is settled, we'll take the betrothal gifts they return, add a little more, and send them to the Clear Sky Sect."