Chapter 125: Decline, Promise.
The moment Xuan Mo pushed open the door and walked in, a shiver erupted from his entire body, a cold sweat breaking out.
Subconsciously, Xuan Mo's body tensed, his martial spirit instantly possessing him. Without even retracting his four spirit rings—one yellow, two purple, and one black—he subconsciously dodged to the side.
However, the next second, a black hole suddenly appeared where Xuan Mo had been standing. From within the hole, Gu Rong, seemingly a mere skeleton, emerged, his face grim and strange. He smiled and said, "Wow, you're pretty quick, aren't you?"
Then, Gu Rong looked Xuan Mo up and down, a flicker of satisfaction and admiration in his eyes, particularly at the four spirit rings, a flicker of understanding and surprise.
But ultimately, as Gu Rong's gaze met Xuan Mo's, a chilling malice and resentment settled upon him, causing Xuan Mo to feel the same discomfort he had felt on the playground. For a moment, a chill ran down his spine.
"Senior Bone Douluo, what are you doing?"
"Hehehe!"
Gu Rong sneered, then ignored Xuan Mo's question.
Instead, he glanced behind him, at Ning Fengzhi, who appeared calm and composed, sipping his tea from his cup. But in reality, upon seeing the color of Xuan Mo's spirit ring, his heart was agitated.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo immediately understood their intentions: to test him, to see his strength, and to intimidate him.
Just then, Gu Rong spoke, "Sect Master, I'm right, aren't I?"
As Gu Rong finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup, stood up, and looked at Xuan Mo. "Heroes truly emerge young. I didn't expect, as Uncle Gu said, your fourth spirit ring is ten thousand years old. It's truly astonishing."
Xuan Mo was startled, for Ning Fengzhi's words implied that Bone Douluo Gu Rong had already known about his fourth spirit ring's ten thousand year old status.
But shouldn't that be the case?
Since obtaining his Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, there haven't been many opportunities to force Xuan Mo to use it. Even if he does, it's fleeting, unnoticed by the average person.
Ning Fengzhi seemed to sense Xuan Mo's confusion.
He smiled and said, "A few days ago, when you participated in your first Soul Fighting match as a Taotie at the Tiandou Grand Soul Fighting Arena, Uncle Gu and I were watching."
Xuan Mo instantly understood.
However, Ning Fengzhi's knowledge of the Ten Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring wasn't a big deal; it was bound to be exposed sooner or later. Furthermore, Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong had a special relationship, so Ning Fengzhi wouldn't do anything to harm them.
"Master Ning, what are you doing..."
Just as Xuan Mo was about to clasp his hands together, Ning Fengzhi interrupted him, "No need to be so distant. Just call me uncle."
Xuan Mo naturally didn't refuse. "Uncle Ning, what are you trying to do?" "Boy, we didn't mean to do anything wrong. You kidnapped our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's little princess. Don't you deserve an explanation?"
At this moment, Gu Rong teleported directly to Xuan Mo's front. His gaunt frame was clearly filled with anger, and while he exuded a terrifying aura, he shouted at Xuan Mo.
"You're here to call for punishment!"
Xuan Mo thought to himself upon hearing this.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi slowly extended his hand and gestured to Gu Rong, "Uncle Gu, calm down for a moment."
MGu Rong glanced at Ning Fengzhi and addressed him coldly, calling him by his name without hesitation. "Fengzhi, are you really planning to hand Rongrong over to this brat? You have many sons, but only this one daughter. You're really willing to do that!"
Ning Fengzhi slowly shook his head. "Uncle Gu, you know Rongrong will get married sooner or later. We can't keep her. Besides, Rongrong and Xuan Mo happen to like each other, and Xuan Mo is a young talent with exceptional talent. What's wrong with that?"
"Hmph!"
Gu Rong snorted in disapproval, but didn't refute Ning Fengzhi's words.
As Ning Fengzhi had said, Ning Rongrong would marry sooner or later. No matter who it was, any direct descendant of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect could only marry a powerful Spirit Master.
Most of these marriages were arranged marriages.
As one of the elders who loved Ning Rongrong the most, Gu Rong naturally didn't want Ning Rongrong to suffer any injustice by marrying someone she didn't even like.
Therefore, Xuan Mo is indeed the best choice.
But even so, it does not mean that Gu Rong will be able to like Xuan Mo, because firstly, he is afraid that Ning Rongrong will be bullied, and secondly, in his opinion, Xuan Mo is like stealing his beloved baby, how can he be willing to do so.
"Smelly boy, as long as I am here, I don't care what your relationship with Rongrong is. From today on, if you dare to let Rongrong suffer any grievances, I will definitely hold you accountable."
After saying that, Gu Rong came to Ning Fengzhi with an unhappy face, picked up a chair, and sat down directly.
"Of course I dare not."
Xuan Mo looked at Gu Rong and clasped his hands together.
At the same time.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Xuan Mo with a smile and said, "Xiao Mo, can I call you that?"
"Of course you can."
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly and asked, "Xiao Mo, actually, my reason for coming here today isn't just about Rongrong. I'm here for you, too."
"For me?"
Xuan Mo was taken aback, but he quickly realized what Ning Fengzhi was trying to say.
Sure enough...
"That's right," Ning Fengzhi said. "I'm sure you don't like beating around the bush, so I'll be frank. I just want to ask you, are you willing to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"
Xuan Mo understood immediately, but without hesitation, he simply clasped his fists and replied, "I'm from Shrek Academy."
This answer was something neither Gu Rong nor Ning Fengzhi had expected. After all, in their opinion, Xuan Mo was a commoner, and given his relationship with Ning Rongrong, there was no way he would refuse.
This answer had two implications. First, Xuan Mo refused to join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect; second, Xuan Mo insisted on remaining at Shrek Academy.
"Boy, what do you mean!"
Gu Rong flew into a rage, but Ning Fengzhi stopped him. He then looked at Xuan Mo, puzzled, "Why? You know, our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is one of the top three sects."
"Because I want to make Shrek Academy the continent's premier academy for advanced spirit masters," Xuan Mo replied with neither servility nor arrogance, yet his words were tinged with pride.
"Wishful thinking," Gu Rong snorted.
Xuan Mo remained silent. After all, given the current situation, his words did seem wishful thinking.
Unlike Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi looked at Xuan Mo calmly, recalling the same words he had said a few days ago. For some reason, he had a feeling he would succeed.
Then, Xuan Mo looked at Ning Fengzhi and said, "I want to make a promise with you, Uncle Ning."
"Oh? What promise?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Xuan Mo with curiosity.
"If Shrek Academy doesn't become the continent's premier high-level spirit master academy within twenty years, I will join the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. However, during this time, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect must provide support."
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