The Strength Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Joined Forces, and Oscar Was Stunned!

One year later, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi walked with his hands behind his back, chatting happily with Tai Tan.

Tai Tan held an exquisite hidden weapon in his hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Sect Master Ning, how do you think the Young Master came up with this thing? It's truly miraculous."

"To think it can unleash such tremendous power without any Soul Power channeled into it. It's truly terrifying."

Ning Fengzhi took the hidden weapon, equally reluctant to put it down.

"That's why Xiao San is a genius. He certainly lives up to being a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Unfortunately, he's that man's son. Otherwise, I would have taken Xiao San as my adopted son long ago."

"With this, the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be able to bring considerably more fighting strength to bear."

Originally, when Ning Rongrong had told him that Tang San needed money, Ning Fengzhi had not paid it much mind, treating it simply as an investment in Tang San.

But when he saw the hidden weapons they had forged, he was genuinely startled.

Powerful weapons that could be activated without relying on Soul Power were undoubtedly the most suitable things for their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Thus, after receiving the samples, Ning Fengzhi had waved his hand and immediately increased his investment, choosing to cooperate with the Strength Clan to mass-produce hidden weapons.

He was equally delighted about cooperating with the Strength Clan. As a subordinate sect of the Clear Sky Sect, the Strength Clan had considerable shortcomings, but their fighting strength was also impressive. Their joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect brought an immensely powerful force.

The more Ning Fengzhi saw of the young Tang San, the more he liked him.

"Everything about Xiao San is good, except that he's absorbed in cultivating every single day. Tsk, tsk."

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi sighed, wishing Ning Rongrong and Tang San could bring their relationship to fruition as soon as tomorrow.

Hearing this, Tai Tan rubbed his head and gave an honest smile.

"Perhaps the Young Master has his own plans. He said he's too weak right now and his Soul Power is progressing rather slowly, so he needs to cultivate diligently."

Ning Fengzhi raised an eyebrow. "Slow? Xiao San could be called the fastest cultivator I've ever seen in my life. Saying that, does he intend to leave anyone else room to live?"

"He's so talented, yet he still works so hard. If only Rongrong were like him."

After shaking his head, Ning Fengzhi patted Tai Tan on the back.

"Brother Tai Tan, sorry for the trouble, but please produce more hidden weapons. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly needs them."

At this, Tai Tan laughed heartily.

"Don't worry. Forging is what our Strength Clan does best. A little matter like this is nothing."

That was what he said, but in reality, some of those hidden weapons were extremely intricate. Without Tang San guiding them from the side, they would not have been able to make them.

After the two talked for a while, Tai Tan returned to his courtyard. Ever since they had begun cooperating with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi had specially found several rooms for the three generations of their family, and Tai Tan and the other two had settled in there.

The moment he entered the room, Tai Tan glared.

"Where's that brat Tai Long? Why isn't he back yet? Has he gone wild playing outside?"

"Look at how hard the Young Master works. If he doesn't cultivate properly, how will he ever be of any help to the Young Master?"

Hearing this, Tai Nuo gave an awkward laugh. "Father, you know how talented the Young Master is. That brat Tai Long couldn't compare no matter how hard he worked."

"By the way..."

As he spoke, he suddenly glanced around. "Father, what exactly are you thinking?"

"You know full well about the grudge between our master and Spirit Hall. Even our Strength Clan lost quite a few people at Spirit Hall's hands. This is a blood feud as deep as the sea!"

"The Young Master has joined Spirit Hall. Are we really going to follow him?"

Tai Tan had not told everyone in the Strength Clan about Tang San joining Spirit Hall. At present, only the three generations of their family knew.

Tai Tan snorted coldly and immediately slapped Tai Nuo hard on the head.

"You bastard! Since when did you become so full of schemes?"

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, seemingly recalling something, his tone sincere.

"You know perfectly well that we of the Strength Clan aren't born with the sharpest minds."

"Don't look at someone's status or listen to what they say. Look at what they do!"

"Back in the Clear Sky Sect, so many people spoke sweet words, but didn't they still look down on us blacksmiths? Only our master valued us, and we became enemies with Spirit Hall because of that."

"It's true that the Young Master has joined Spirit Hall now, but we aren't working for Spirit Hall. Besides, you can feel how much the Young Master values the Strength Clan."

"Why think so much? The Young Master told me he would give the Strength Clan an accounting, and I believe him. Following the Young Master, the Strength Clan has money to earn and people who respect us. That's enough!"

By the end of this speech, Tai Nuo's face and ears had turned red, and he lowered his head.

"I understand, Father."

Tai Tan shot him a glare, two streams of white breath puffing from his nose as he snorted. "Good, as long as you understand. Don't say that again, especially where the Young Master might hear of it. Otherwise, even if you've done nothing wrong, you'll be in the wrong."

"Our master has been gone for so long. Just follow the Young Master."

"By the way, did the Young Master leave the city to travel? Do we need to follow him?"

Tai Nuo shook his head. "No. He's near the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Sword Douluo is with him. What need would there be for us?"

Only after hearing this did Tai Tan relax.

On a small path outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Tang San and Ning Rongrong were walking back together.

Ning Rongrong followed Tang San closely without a word, just like a pet with automatic follow turned on.

In any case, ever since Tang San had learned that a god was stirring up trouble, he had been cultivating even harder. Apart from spending money, he had no time to spare for Ning Rongrong.

But for the immortal herbs, Ning Rongrong was willing to do anything, let alone this little task.

Just as the two walked inside, neither noticed a pair of eyes in the distant shadows, fixed on their retreating backs with an icy, sinister gaze.

"Rongrong... Who's that?!"

"Tang San? Impossible. How could he enter the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now? Who could it be?"

The person speaking was none other than Oscar.

Seeing Ning Rongrong enter the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with a man, Oscar nearly fainted with anger. He hurriedly charged forward, only to be stopped by the gate guards after two steps.

"Halt. Who are you?"

Hearing this, Oscar immediately flew into a rage. "I'm Oscar! I've visited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before. Have you forgotten?"

After the tournament ended, Oscar had returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with Ning Rongrong. However, fearing that Ning Fengzhi would disapprove, Oscar had not revealed his relationship with Ning Rongrong.

Still, he had stayed for some time and felt that the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ought to recognize him.

"Oscar? Who's that? Never heard of you."

The gate guards were rather bewildered. This was the first time they had seen someone dare to act so arrogantly.

Hearing this, Oscar looked closely and only then realized that, at some point, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's gate guards had been replaced by two tall, dark-skinned, muscular men he had never seen before.

"Are you new? Hurry inside and announce that Oscar is here. They know me!"

The gate guards acted as though they had not heard him, exchanging glances before one slapped his forehead.

"I remember now. Miss Ning mentioned that name."

Hearing this, Oscar was instantly delighted and stepped forward to enter, only to be blocked by the two men.

A vicious gleam flashed in the guard's eyes. "The young lady said to beat this person to death on sight!"

"What?"

Oscar was dumbfounded and froze on the spot. Before he could react, the two muscular gate guards rushed over and subjected him to a thorough beating with their fists and feet.

"You bastard, we've finally waited long enough for you to show up at our door!"