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"Bone Douluo, no! Tang San is, after all, the son of an old acquaintance." Ning Fengzhi saw what was happening and immediately stepped forward, reaching out to press the Bone Douluo's arm, saying in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the Bone Douluo snorted coldly, finally loosening his grip. He then threw Tang San heavily to the ground, his gaze still unfriendly.
The next second, Ning Fengzhi bent down and helped Tang San up, his expression gentle and calm. "Little San, don't misunderstand. We aren't necessarily forcing you to hand over the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method.
It's just that your Hidden Weapons are indeed extraordinary. If they can be passed down, they would not only benefit our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School but also all Spirit Masters in the world. This is an act that benefits generations to come."
"Hmph, benefits generations to come? He's just stubborn! In the end, he has no intention of selling the Hidden Weapons' method to us! Fengzhi, what are you still trying to persuade him for? If it were anyone else, I would've slapped him to death already," the Bone Douluo suddenly interrupted, his voice low and full of menace.
Ning Fengzhi still smiled, as if he hadn't heard the Bone Douluo's words, and patiently continued. "Little San, if you can teach us the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method, we naturally won't treat you unfairly. Resources, gold coins, intelligence... you can ask for whatever you want."
As his voice faded, the Bone Douluo's face contorted, and he added coldly, "If you don't agree, then don't blame me for turning hostile."
One spoke with gentle persuasion, the other with harsh coercion. Ning Fengzhi and the Bone Douluo played good cop, bad cop, and for a moment, Tang San was at a loss. They were doing this to force Tang San to hand over the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method.
Even if it didn't succeed in the end, there would still be room for maneuver. After all, the Bone Douluo was the bad guy, not Ning Fengzhi. Even if Tang Hao came knocking, Ning Fengzhi could explain it as his subordinates being undisciplined.
Ning Fengzhi, as the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, was certainly not a kind person with just a gentle smile. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, with no offensive power whatsoever, could still firmly hold its position among the Upper Three Sects, never relying on brute force, but on human relations, strategic planning, and political maneuvering.
At this moment, his face still carried that refined smile, like a spring breeze, making people easily relax, but in his heart, he had already thoroughly analyzed every word and every glance of Tang San. The Bone Douluo's crude intimidation tactics were a tool he had long tacitly approved of. And he himself played the role of the Sect Master who understood his Junior.
With the good cop, bad cop routine, if Tang San truly intended to concede, all the benefits would naturally fall to Ning Fengzhi. Even if Tang San stubbornly refused, he could still take the opportunity to look for other options.
"No, that's impossible." After a moment of silence, Tang San still shook his head without hesitation. "I will not sell the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method, but I promised Rongrong that I could sell Hidden Weapons to your Sect. How about this, I can give your Sect the forging procedures, but the final manufacturing and assembly must be completed by me personally."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes showed a thoughtful gaze. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said, "All right, as you say, it's a deal."
Hearing this, the Bone Douluo frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and immediately transmitted via spirit power. "Fengzhi, why did you compromise so easily?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his expression unchanged, as if completely unaffected, and replied via spirit power. "Uncle Ning, don't rush. This boy is, after all, Tang Hao's son. We can't really torture him to extract the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method. That would not only create a mortal enemy but also potentially invite other troubles. Right now, him being able to release a part of it is already a step back."
"Don't worry, I already have a new plan in mind. I believe it won't be long before he comes to beg our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and then..."
Hearing this, the Bone Douluo's expression softened, and he temporarily suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.
Ning Fengzhi then, as a fallback, said to Tang San, "Little San, I've seen all the Hidden Weapons on Rongrong. I want five hundred sets, just like the equipment she has."
"I'll offer ten thousand gold coins for each set. What do you think of the price?"
Tang San felt a slight joy in his heart. He had never seen so much money in all these years. He suppressed his excitement and said calmly, "No problem."
As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of blueprints from the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges, looked at them carefully, and then handed them to Ning Fengzhi.
After Ning Fengzhi took the blueprints, he immediately slipped a shiny golden card into Tang San's hand, then said seriously, "Little San, to show my sincerity, and also as a token of care from an elder to a Junior, haven't you always wanted to know about your father? I'll tell you now."
Immediately after, he told Tang San about his father Tang Hao's identity.
"What did you say? How is this possible?" Tang San's body trembled violently, his face showing disbelief. "My father is actually a direct Bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect? But why would my father end up being a blacksmith in a remote village?"
Shaking his head gently, Ning Fengzhi's expression carried a hint of regret, and he continued. "Little San, regarding why your father suddenly chose to withdraw from the Spirit Master's world and disappear without a trace back then, it seems to be related to Spirit Hall."
"Oh? Uncle Ning, can you be more specific?" Hearing this, Tang San's face changed repeatedly, and he asked with a slight urgency.
Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance with the Bone Douluo beside him, a glimmer of light flashing in their eyes, and said seriously, "The information I received is that about a decade ago, Spirit Hall seemed to be searching for something on the continent, but I don't know what it specifically was."
"And this item seemed to be in your father's hands. At that time, your father should not have been in the Clear Sky Sect, but was traveling around the continent with your mother. Suddenly encountering such a thing, I believe he was also in a very difficult position. No one knows exactly how he negotiated with Spirit Hall."
"Not long after, news spread that your father had severely wounded the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall and also killed a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, and then completely disappeared without a trace."
Hearing this, Tang San couldn't help but ask, "What about my mother?"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "The information I received contained no news about your mother. Perhaps she died in that great battle," he said.
"What? My mother was killed by people from Spirit Hall?" Unconsciously, Tang San's fists gradually tightened.
Although he had no affection for his mother in this life, this body of his was, after all, given by his mother in this life, and her and his father's blood flowed within him. The hatred for one's parents is irreconcilable. If it was truly Spirit Hall that did it, then... every single person in Spirit Hall deserved to die!
Thinking of this, a chilling light uncontrollably appeared in Tang San's eyes. "Spirit Hall... Spirit Hall, I, Tang San, will never rest until one of us is destroyed!"
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi gently raised his hand and softly soothed him. "Little San, don't be so agitated. This is merely the information our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has received. For the specific situation, you can go back and ask your teacher."
Hearing this, Tang San slowly suppressed the anger in his heart, took several deep breaths, then nodded, cupped his hands towards Ning Fengzhi, and said, "Uncle Ning, thank you for telling me so much. If there's nothing else, then I'll head back first and see if I can get any other news from my teacher."
Ning Fengzhi did not keep Tang San any longer, nodding gently to indicate that he could leave.
After Tang San completely disappeared from sight, the Bone Douluo finally couldn't help but frown deeply, asking in confusion, "Fengzhi, this boy isn't even willing to sell us the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method, so why did you still tell him this news?"
"Bone Douluo, do you think Tang San would never know about his father?" A glimmer of light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he said in a cold voice. "By telling him now, I can conveniently do him a favor."
"Moreover, I told him this news with a purpose. Think about it, with Tang San's personality, once he knows that his mother might have died at the hands of Spirit Hall, what will he do? He will inevitably come into conflict with Spirit Hall in the future."
"If Spirit Hall knows he is Tang Hao's son, what will Spirit Hall do? At that time, we can profit from it, and he might even actively come to me for help, and then won't the Hidden Weapons' manufacturing method be in our hands?"