Ning Fengzhi berated Ning Rongrong, and Tang San became a Guest Elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Ning Fengzhi looked at his precious daughter, filled with frustration that iron would not become steel, and lost his temper for the first time.

"Do you have any idea how old your Grandpa Sword is? Yet he still has to run all over the continent for you, just for those elusive Immortal Herbs of yours?"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been passed down for so long, and there has never been a precedent of it evolving into Nine Treasure. What madness has gotten into you?! Was this nonsense made up by that Yu Xiaogang? If I'd known, I should have dealt with him back then!"

The more Ning Fengzhi spoke, the more his teeth ached with anger.

Originally, when Ning Rongrong returned to the sect after the tournament, he had been delighted. He had discovered that his daughter had abandoned her former laziness and cultivated diligently every day, as though she had become an entirely different person.

Yet after cultivating for a while, though Ning Fengzhi considered her Soul Power growth quite good already, Ning Rongrong herself suddenly went mad, muttering about Immortal Herbs and Nine Treasure every day and ignoring everything else.

Because of this, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had hardly any free time, running all over the continent every day. At their age, the poor pair had searched everywhere without finding those so-called Immortal Herbs.

Ning Fengzhi had even swallowed his pride to seek out that old monster Dugu Bo, humbling himself to earnestly ask him for help, just to see whether those so-called Immortal Herbs existed.

As the leader of one of the Upper Three Sects, he still commanded some respect, and Dugu Bo personally took Ning Fengzhi to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Tang San had stripped the area around the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well bare, leaving not even a single blade of foxtail grass.

After more than a year of running around, they had found nothing, thoroughly exhausted the elderly Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and cost Ning Fengzhi a considerable amount of face.

Now, Ning Fengzhi finally could not take it anymore.

"There are no Immortal Herbs at all! Come to your senses!"

"You're the one who will inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Look at yourself now. Do you know the foundation our sect stands on? How are we supposed to find you a Guardian Daoist when you're like this?"

Even after being reborn, Ning Rongrong had never seen Ning Fengzhi so furious. She immediately grew a little flustered, but she also felt deeply wronged and burst into sobs.

"You don't understand at all... what Nine Treasure means to me!"

Someone like Ning Fengzhi, who had never evolved into Nine Treasure in his life or even seen it with his own eyes, truly did not understand Ning Rongrong.

The most frightening thing was not never having something, but having possessed it only to lose it!

Originally, when Ning Rongrong had just been reborn, she had not thought this was such a big deal.

But after returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and beginning to cultivate on her own, she discovered that everything had changed.

Without Immortal Herbs, her Soul Power increased extremely slowly.

Having experienced Nine Treasure, Ning Rongrong also found the effects of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda unbearable.

Most importantly, without becoming Nine Treasure, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's limitations remained, which meant Ning Rongrong no longer had any possibility of becoming a god.

Forget becoming a god-she could not even become a Titled Douluo or a Soul Douluo.

Who was Ning Rongrong? How could she tolerate something like this?

She had only managed to hold on for over a year before breaking down because, having been reborn, her mind was far firmer than before. Otherwise, she would have broken down long ago.

Seeing Ning Rongrong still behaving this way, Ning Fengzhi felt a headache coming on. Many words stuck in his throat, and in the end, he could only let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Gu, come out first. Let her think things over on her own for a while."

Not knowing what to say and furious beyond measure, Ning Fengzhi could only ask Bone Douluo to come out first.

The two left the room, and Bone Douluo offered some comfort. "Fengzhi, don't be too anxious. Rongrong is still young, after all."

"Once she's a little older, she'll be fine."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi could not hold back his temper again.

"She's young? If she weren't my daughter, she would have been married off long ago, just like the other women in our sect!"

"Besides, undercurrents are surging across the continent. There isn't much time left, and unforeseen changes could arise very soon. There's no time to let her act up!"

As the leader of one of the Upper Three Sects, with substantial ties to the Heaven Dou imperial family, Ning Fengzhi had the clearest sense of these undercurrents. He had long since sensed something amiss, and his sense of crisis grew by the day.

With his future successor, Ning Rongrong, behaving like this, how could Ning Fengzhi not be anxious?

Soon, Ning Fengzhi also realized he had lost his composure and sighed.

"Uncle Gu, I'm not trying to take my anger out on you. I'm just truly too anxious."

"In the end, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile is only a support-type Martial Soul, without any truly decisive combat strength. The key reason the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has remained standing isn't a mere Soul Saint like me, but the two great experts, you and Uncle Jian!"

"Without you, how could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect count as one of the Upper Three Sects?"

Hearing this, Bone Douluo hurriedly waved his hands.

"Fengzhi, don't say that. You give us too much credit. We both chose to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ourselves. We've helped each other succeed."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi grew even more sorrowful. "That's precisely why I'll never forget the kindness you two have shown our sect. But there are also many Guest Elders in the sect whose service was secured through money and the beauty of the Ning family's women."

"Once our generation is gone, I can't imagine what Rongrong will rely on to maintain all of this."

"The very highest combat strength is the core."

"But those seeded competitors at the tournament either already have their own backers or are nowhere to be found. Even among Rongrong's former teammates, a few performed quite well, but no one knows where they've gone."

"I truly am anxious!"

"If a talented young man could marry Rongrong, I wouldn't be this anxious. At least her future would be secure, and Rongrong could act up however she pleased. But what about now?"

Bone Douluo fell silent and said nothing. Every word Ning Fengzhi said struck at the heart of the matter. This was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's greatest sore point: if its core military strength was not in its own hands, it could never endure.

How many people would devote themselves heart and soul to serving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like he and Sword Douluo did?

Just as Ning Fengzhi was pondering how to persuade Ning Rongrong, footsteps sounded.

The two immediately looked up and saw Sword Douluo hurrying over, followed by a handsome young man.

It was none other than Tang San.

"Uncle Jian, you're back? Sorry for all the trouble lately. Don't indulge Rongrong's childish tantrums anymore. Please get some proper rest."

After offering Sword Douluo some words of comfort, Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San with a hint of curiosity.

"And this is...?"

Sword Douluo smiled. "Fengzhi, although I couldn't find the Immortal Herbs Rongrong mentioned, I met this boy on my way back. As it happens, he wants to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a Guest Elder."

As the master of a sect, Ning Fengzhi was extremely levelheaded. Wariness immediately rose in his heart. Someone suddenly appearing at a time like this certainly warranted suspicion.

"May I ask your name, young man, what your Martial Soul is, and what level your Soul Power has reached?"

Tang San knew Ning Fengzhi was suspicious of him. With a faint smile, he made a pitch-black little hammer appear in his hand, carrying an indescribable sense of power, incomparably domineering.

The Clear Sky Hammer!

"My name is Tang San. My Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, and my Soul Power is level 52."