Sect Master Ning's Exceptional Tactics!

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall.

Hearing the laughter, everyone turned to look outside.

They saw a young man in white strolling forward at an unhurried pace, as though taking a leisurely walk through a courtyard.

At his side stood an elderly man in a white robe, his hair and beard completely white.

One old, one young, both dressed in immaculate white.

It was an extraordinarily striking sight.

Seeing that the main figures of the day had arrived, the others present stopped their discussions, smiles spreading across their faces.

They wondered what absurd and comical way Sword Douluo and the sect master would settle things later.

Their attitude was the very definition of enjoying a spectacle without fearing it would grow bigger.

The previous night, quite a few old-timers had heard about what happened during the day.

The children thought something major was about to happen.

But to these weathered old men, it sounded no different from a joke.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi shifted his gaze, carrying himself with the bearing of a sect master.

His eyes paused on Chen Feng for only an instant before turning aside as he said mildly,

"Sword Uncle, it was merely a quarrel between juniors. Why did you make a special trip here?"

Ning Fengzhi wore a smile, but the moment he saw Sword Douluo, a subtle change still crossed his expression.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that something was off.

He had never seen Sword Douluo like this before.

It was as though... there was nothing in his eyes but the purest sword heart!

Sword Douluo's expression was neither sorrowful nor joyful as he slowly said,

"Sect Master, my grandson asked you a question. How do you intend to have him apologize?"

The moment those words fell, the atmosphere throughout the hall froze.

Everyone looked at Sword Douluo with utter shock!

"Old man! What are you doing? Why are you taking this seriously?!" a withered old man demanded.

This man was the sect's Bone Douluo, Gu Rong!

To the outside world, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was known for having two Douluos in one sect!

He was the sect's other guardian deity!

He usually bickered and undermined Sword Douluo, so he spoke without the slightest reservation.

Yet this time was different!

Chen Xin could not even be bothered to respond. He turned to Chen Feng instead and said gently,

"Say whatever you wish."

"A sword cultivator must keep his thoughts clear and unobstructed!"

"Mm." Chen Feng nodded slightly, his smile carefree. "Sect Master Ning, just as I said yesterday, I came today to sever all ties with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Every word rang loud and clear!

"What?!"

The many elders present were stunned again, even wondering whether their old age and frailty had damaged their hearing.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Top Three Sects.

Not only was it immensely powerful, but its wealth also ranked first among the Seven Great Sects!

Countless people dreamed of joining but never got the chance, yet someone now wanted to cut ties with it?

And it was Sword Douluo's grandson who had proposed it!

If it were anyone else, that would be one thing.

But if Sword Douluo truly left the sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's strength would surely plummet to the bottom!

At the thought of such a possibility, everyone present could no longer remain composed and turned their eyes toward the sect master.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted as he looked at Chen Feng and said,

"Xiao Feng, perhaps there is some misunderstanding between you and Rong Rong."

"Uncle Ning thinks there is no need for things to reach this point, is there?"

He had seen it as well.

Chen Feng had somehow even persuaded Sword Douluo.

If this went wrong, something truly might happen!

Even if Sword Douluo did not leave the sect, he would inevitably develop a rift because of Chen Feng!

That was not something Ning Fengzhi wanted to see.

Hearing Ning Fengzhi's patient persuasion, Chen Feng sneered inwardly.

Having lived two lives, how could he fail to see through this sect master's methods?

His refined and gentle manner was merely an outward appearance.

In truth, he was shrewd and calculating, his tactics exceptional and his plans far-reaching.

Otherwise, how could he have risen to second among the Seven Great Sects with nothing more than a peak auxiliary martial soul?

The sect's standing was even above that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Ning Fengzhi concealed his emotions well. Seeing that Chen Feng remained entirely unmoved, he immediately turned to his daughter beside him and said with a smile,

"Rong Rong, apologize to Xiao Feng first."

"This began because of you, so apologizing is only proper."

Ning Rongrong's eyes had long since misted over with tears.

"Sword Grandpa, didn't you say before that I was the one you loved most?"

"Why... why have you come here to blame me instead? I really didn't mean to do it!"

She looked so pitiful as she spoke that anyone who saw her could not help but feel reluctant to blame her.

Seeing this, Chen Xin felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Rong Rong, this matter did not begin because of you, but neither was it entirely because of you. You need not blame yourself."

Chen Xin did not change his decision out of consideration for their past affection.

On the contrary, his resolve grew even firmer!

By now, even a fool could see that things were heading further and further in the wrong direction!

No one had expected a bit of childish play to develop into the situation before them!

At that moment, sharpness appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

If he allowed Sword Douluo to leave, it would be an unprecedented blow to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

With his ability to read people, he could naturally tell that Sword Douluo was serious this time!

No!

He absolutely could not allow Sword Douluo's line to leave the sect!

"Xiao Feng, have you considered that the world of Soul Masters is not as simple as you think?"

"Once you leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, how will you establish yourself on the continent?"

"Your strength may not be weak among the younger generation, but there are far too many geniuses in this world!"

His tone was grave, his words sincere.

It was as though he truly had the other party's best interests at heart.

Seeing the sect master speak to this extent, the other sect elders also began offering their advice.

"That's right! Sword Douluo, you should think this through carefully!"

"Making a decision on a whim will only leave you regretting it later!"

"Unity brings victory! Once you leave the sect, the consequences will be far-reaching!"

"..."

Chen Xin remained silent in response.

Yet he stood straight as a pine tree, like a drawn sword.

"Ha ha ha! Strength does not come from others! You have to rely on yourself!"

Chen Feng laughed loudly, his tone wild and uninhibited, his eyes filled with disdain.

These old men kept claiming they were doing it for his sake.

In truth, their calculations were so obvious that the beads of their abacuses were practically flying into his face!

Wasn't it simply because they valued his grandfather Sword Douluo's strength?

The moment he said that, the elders present were enraged.

"Boy Chen! Is that any way to speak to the sect elders?!"

"I think you truly need a lesson!"

"What arrogance, relying on your own strength?"

"Ha ha, do you think us old men don't know what your strength is like?"

"..."

Ning Fengzhi could not help frowning. He looked toward Sword Douluo and said in a low voice,

"Sword Uncle, we can simply listen to the bold words of juniors. We have all been that age before."

"Have we not seen enough of the fickleness of this world?"

"In my view, why not have Rong Rong apologize and let this matter pass? What do you think?"

Then, his tone paused as the imposing aura of someone long accustomed to authority spread from him.

"After all, there are countless examples of one misstep leading to lifelong regret!"

Ning Fengzhi's tactics were exceptional.

His use of both carrot and stick had reached the height of perfection.

But this time, he had made a rare miscalculation.