"Ah?"
Jun Yi was puzzled and didn't quite understand what Bibi Dong meant. He stood up and snatched the letter from Bibi Dong's hand to read it.
The above content is roughly simple: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has resumed forging Soul Tool and is preparing to have Tang San learn and develop higher-level Soul Tool in order to fight against the Spirit Hall.
Jun Yi couldn't help but chuckle upon reading the letter. What a joke! Asking Tang San to develop a higher-level Soul Tool? Was Ning Fengzhi oversimplifying Soul Tool?
However, after careful consideration, Jun Yi understood why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was so confident. After all, the manufacturing method of Level 1 Soul Tool is almost the same as that of Level 2 Soul Tool, both being driven by a Core Array. Therefore, they naturally assumed that the same would be true for Level 3 Soul Tool.
Although Level 3 Soul Tool looks like a magic circle, it is actually composed of multiple smaller magic circles that interact with each other to form a magic circle group. Its production difficulty far exceeds that of Level 2 Soul Tool.
Even Jun Yi spent two whole years learning how to develop Level 3 Soul Tool, and that was only because he had the blueprints. If Jun Yi San had to develop it from scratch, even if he had Tang San hundred years, he might not have been able to succeed.
Jun Yi simply laughed it off.
"How come you're not worried at all?" Bibi Dong asked Jun Yi curiously.
"More than that, I'm worried about how to establish my sect, and how to handle all these big and small matters." Jun Yi's face showed a bitter expression.
The current Tang San is no longer qualified to compare himself to himself. Having lost the immortal Immortal Herb and the Blue Silver Emperor, the current Tang San is only a genius in the same league as Feng Xiaotian. If he has Twin Martial Souls, he can barely be considered in the same league as Yan.
Jun Yi had absolutely no interest in Tang San. The only thing that could pique Jun Yi's attention was the Asura God Divine Sense emanating from him.
"How about this, you massage my legs over here, and I'll handle these things, okay?" Bibi Dong suggested.
"Alright. Thank you, Sister Dong'er!"
The night sky above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School was strewn with stars like scattered silver, and moonlight, like water, bathed the mountainside, illuminating the enormous forging workshop. Tang San sat alone at his desk, holding a book on Soul Tool, his gaze seemingly exploring the unknown beyond the pages. The lamplight was dim, a gentle breeze stirred, and Tang San's shadow stretched long across the wall. His face was serene, yet his pupils gleamed with determination and resolve.
Just then, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from beside him.
" Tang San, my dad wants you to come eat with him."
Tang San slowly turned around and discovered that the person who came was none other than Ning Rongrong, the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong's eyes were lifeless, her tone indifferent, like a walking corpse. The clothes she wore were not as gorgeous as usual, and she looked thin and haggard.
It had completely lost the youthful and energetic look that Tang San had when they first met.
"Okay, please lead the way," Tang San replied.
Ning Rongrong didn't say much.
The two walked out of the metal-filled forging room one after the other, Ning Rongrong's expression remaining indifferent.
Tang San's clothes were already somewhat worn, and some parts were even stained with oil.
His hands were the same, blackened by various colors of iron filings. He had tried to forge them himself all afternoon, but had failed each time. That's why he looked so disheveled. On the way to the restaurant, the two remained silent. Tang San lowered his eyes, while Ning Rongrong gazed at the night outside the window; an inexplicable silence enveloped them both. When they arrived at the restaurant, the food was already laid out.
Tang San was seated next to Ning Fengzhi, while Ning Rongrong sat on the other side of Ning Fengzhi.
Seeing Tang San's disheveled appearance, Ning Fengzhi said to Tang San, " Xiao San, why don't you go and wash up first? I've already arranged your room; let him take you there."
Ning Fengzhi pointed to the disciple beside him and said.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning." Tang San bowed slightly to Ning Fengzhi, then left with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple.
After Tang San left, looking at his daughter's appearance, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown, feeling a pang of heartache, but he did not regret everything he had done before.
About half an hour later, Tang San returned.
As the dishes were served one after another, Tang San's attention was focused on the delicious food in front of him. He needed nutrition to replenish the energy consumed in forging the Soul Tool. However, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Ning Rongrong at another table.
Is this girl, who remained completely silent at the dinner table like a walking corpse, really the lively and cheerful young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Why isn't she saying a word?
Ning Rongrong got up and left after only eating half of the meal.
Seeing this, Tang San asked Ning Fengzhi curiously, " Uncle Ning, is Miss Ning alright?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said in a deep voice, "It's alright. She's been like this for a long time. Jun Yi's matter has had a significant impact on her, but I believe she will recover someday."
"Let's not talk about that anymore, Xiao San. How was your afternoon?"
"I've truly had my eyes opened today. This afternoon has been an unforgettable and wonderful journey in my life." Tang San's eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity, as if the failure and embarrassment of the afternoon had vanished.
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, looking intently at Tang San: "Then, are you willing to walk this path forever?" Tang San was silent for a moment, then his gaze hardened. "I am willing. Because this is the path I aspire to, and although it is fraught with difficulties, I believe I can succeed."
"Well, even when forging Soul Tool, you can't forget about cultivation. How about this, starting tomorrow, you can cultivate Soul Power with Uncle Jian in the morning, and then learn about Soul Tool in the afternoon?"
"Of course, then Tang San would like to thank Uncle Ning and Sword Douluo in advance." After saying that, Tang San stood up and bowed to the two of them.
"As expected of Clear Sky Douluo's son, he truly knows manners, unlike some shameless brats who know no propriety." Sword Douluo looked at Tang San with satisfaction, a faint smile on his face.
Just as Sword Douluo finished speaking, Bone Douluo suddenly stood up, "I'm full too, I'll head back first."
Then, the space around Bone Douluo distorted slightly, and his figure disappeared.
The dining table suddenly became much quieter, but Ning Fengzhi didn't let the atmosphere become awkward. He turned to chat with Tang San...
(End of this chapter)