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Seeing this, School Master Ning tapped his scepter at the opportune moment and said gently, "Rongrong, take Little San around the Sect. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile flower garden in the back mountain is in full bloom and is worth a look."
"Okay, Papa!" Ning Rongrong responded crisply, her light green skirt swirling like butterfly wings.
She quickly moved to Tang San's side, and her slender fingers subtly tugged at his sleeve.
"Third Brother," she whispered, her bright eyes gesturing towards the outside of the hall, "I'll take you around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Distracted by this, Tang San's agitated mood gradually calmed.
He realized his earlier lapse in composure and nodded in agreement, "Then I'll trouble Rongrong."
The two walked out of the main hall one after another, Ning Rongrong deliberately slowing her pace to walk alongside Tang San.
Seeing Tang San's figure disappear outside the hall, Tang Yuehua's tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly.
She offered an apologetic smile to Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue: "School Master Ning, Crown Prince, please allow Yuehua to apologize on behalf of Little San."
A hint of heartache flashed in her violet eyes, "This child has just returned from training in Slaughter City, and he has lived alone with his father since childhood, so he finds it difficult to adapt to social interactions for a while.
I hope you two can be understanding."
"Slaughter City?" Ning Fengzhi's teacup paused slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He quickly regained his composure, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile pendant at his waist gently swaying: "No wonder this child has such a sharp aura about him.
Lady Yuehua should be happy; the Clear Sky Sect has a successor."
His gentle gaze swept towards the outside of the hall, "I am merely fulfilling my duties as a host today.
It's perfectly normal for young people to have some temper."
Qian Renxue's gilded tassels on her jade pendant at her waist sparkled in the sunlight: "With a good teacher like Lady Yuehua meticulously guiding him, I believe Little San will soon understand the pros and cons."
She looked pointedly at Feng Xiao, "After all, some opportunities are fleeting."
Tang Yuehua nodded slightly, unconsciously looking towards the outside of the hall.
Sunlight passed through the colorful glazed tiles, casting mottled light and shadow on her beautiful profile.
A bitter smile touched her lips, and she sighed silently in her heart: "Little San, Aunt knows you are struggling, but for the future of the Clear Sky Sect, for your father, Aunt has no other choice."
A flicker of understanding passed through Tang Yuehua's eyes.
She naturally understood the deeper meaning behind Ning Fengzhi's suggestion for Tang San to tour the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—when those coveted resources were displayed in the most direct way, anyone would be moved.
The wealth of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had always been renowned; just looking at the glazed buildings within the Sect, one could understand the financial power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the skilled craftsmen passed down through generations.
Weren't these precisely the foundations most urgently needed to establish the Tang Sect?
Those exquisite Hidden Weapons blueprints were indeed precious, but without sufficient resources to support them, they would ultimately remain mere theoretical discussions.
"This School Master Ning truly understands human nature," Tang Yuehua sighed inwardly.
She subtly glanced towards the outside of the hall, where the sunlight refracted into colorful halos on the glazed corridor, just like this meticulously designed temptation—beautiful and deadly.
On the other side, Tang San followed Ning Rongrong in a daze, his steps as aimless as a walking corpse.
His gaze was unfocused, as if still immersed in the intense inner struggle he had just experienced, completely unaware of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples who bowed to them as they passed.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, her light green skirt swaying gently with her steps.
She occasionally looked back, secretly glancing at Tang San's lost expression, but remained silent.
Her usually bright eyes also showed a hint of guilt—she knew better than anyone that in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, even the two Titled Douluo grandfathers could not change what her father decided.
Her slender fingers tightly clutched her sleeve, her knuckles turning white.
Even her own marriage was not hers to decide, so what could she fight for on behalf of this classmate?
Tang San's heart struggled painfully, as if pierced by thousands of silver needles.
He tightly clutched the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, his knuckles turning pale green from the excessive force.
Reason told him that if he wanted to establish himself in Heaven Dou City, handing over a portion of the Hidden Weapons blueprints in exchange for protection might be the only option—neither Heaven Dou nor Star Luo would ever allow an outsider to monopolize the lucrative Hidden Weapons market.
But every time he thought about handing over the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
The kind face of the Tang Sect's old patriarch from his previous life appeared before his eyes, those earnest teachings still ringing in his ears: "Hidden Weapons are the foundation of the Tang Sect; they must never be taught to outsiders."
Looking at the surrounding scenery, Tang San felt even more uncomfortable.
The prosperous scene of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was like a blunt knife, cutting at his self-esteem bit by bit.
Tang San took a deep breath, his gaze gradually becoming resolute.
He looked at the magnificent palaces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, secretly vowing in his heart: "One day, the Tang Sect will surely develop to this scale."
Although he would have to give up the Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as two major clients, he quickly calculated a new path—the vast number of low-level Spirit Masters also had a considerable demand for exquisite Hidden Weapons.
Although the profit per transaction in this market was not high, its large base was sufficient to support the initial development of the Sect.
"However..." A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, deciding to keep the other party's appetite whetted first.
He knew that the longer he delayed, the more favorable terms he could secure.
This not only concerned practical interests but also the future reputation and status of the Tang Sect.
Thinking of this, his tense expression relaxed slightly.
The sun was setting in the west, and the midday sunlight streamed through the colorful glazed windows, casting a kaleidoscope of light into the banquet hall.
Ning Fengzhi, in a purple robe, sat at the head of the table, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda pendant on his chest glowing with a soft luster.
He elegantly raised his hand, gesturing: "Everyone, please take your seats and taste the cuisine of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
The gilded tables were already laden with delicacies, and amber-colored fine wine in crystal goblets exuded a rich aroma.
Qian Renxue and Feng Xiao took their seats one after another, and the maids served various exquisite dishes like butterflies flitting through flowers.
Just then, Ning Rongrong led Tang San gracefully to the hall.
The girl's pink skirt bloomed like a flower, and Tang San, behind her, had already regained his usual composure.
He stepped forward two paces and bowed deeply towards the main seat: "Uncle Ning, Brother Xue, I was rude just now."
His voice was soft but every word was clear, "The way of Hidden Weapons is my lifelong effort; I was momentarily anxious, please forgive me."
Sunlight danced between his lowered brows and eyes, revealing sincere apology on his young face.
Feng Xiao, meanwhile, played with the jade chopsticks in his hand, observing every subtle change in Tang San's expression with interest.
Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily at the sight, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile patterns on his purple robe shimmering in the sunlight: "I understand, I understand, please take a seat.
Today, we only talk about pleasant things, nothing else."
He elegantly raised his crystal cup, the exquisite wine within reflecting colorful light.
Qian Renxue, with a smile, echoed: "Exactly.
Little Feng, you young people should also interact and learn from each other more."
She looked pointedly at Feng Xiao.
Upon hearing this, Tang San's gaze unconsciously fell upon Feng Xiao.
Suddenly, the captivating zither music from the Spirit Master Grand Competition seemed to echo in his ears again—the scene of Feng Xiao dominating the entire arena by himself that day was vivid in his memory, and what he was even more concerned about were the traces on Feng Xiao that did not belong to this World.
He slowly took his seat, pondering before speaking: "Junior has been studying music with Aunt at the Moon Pavilion, and there are some difficult points.
May I ask for Brother Feng's guidance?"
Feng Xiao's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then he smiled broadly: "It would be my honor."
Tang Yuehua watched this scene, her tense heartstrings finally relaxing slightly.
Waves of relief rippled in her eyes.
The stagnant atmosphere in the banquet hall gradually melted away like spring ice.
The maids timely served newly cooked delicacies, and a rich aroma permeated the hall.
Tang San's gaze was locked on Feng Xiao like a hawk, his voice deep and slow: "Brother Feng's sound-based combat technique displayed in the Spirit Master Grand Competition is still fresh in my memory."
His fingertips tapped the table, the rhythm like an interrogation, "I wonder, Brother Feng, do you have any special criteria for classifying the levels of musical attainment?"
Feng Xiao felt the gaze that seemed to penetrate his soul, and he already understood—this Tang Sect disciple from another World had probably noticed something.
He elegantly picked up his teacup, using the rising steam to conceal the unusual look in his eyes.
Everyone present looked over in unison.
Ning Fengzhi stroked the scepter in his hand, his eyes sparkling with an inquisitive light; Qian Renxue's eyes beneath her gilded eyelashes were full of interest; even Tang Yuehua's eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity.
Feng Xiao's fingertips gently traced the rim of the cup, his voice flowing like a clear spring: "Music is essentially an orderly combination of different sounds.
Those regular sounds, intentionally arranged and played by humans, I call 'Human Sound'."
His gaze was distant, as if recalling something.
"Then what about the 'Earth Sound' you displayed in the Spirit Master Grand Competition?"
Tang San realized his rudeness as soon as the words left his mouth, but the traces on Feng Xiao that did not belong to this World greatly concerned him.
"Little San!" Tang Yuehua's hand suddenly paused, a warning flashing in her violet eyes.
In the Spirit Master's world, rashly inquiring about another's Spirit Ability secrets was a major taboo.
Feng Xiao smiled and waved his hand: "Lady Yuehua, there's no need to be so formal, it's just an academic exchange between Spirit Masters."
He turned his gaze to Tang San, with a hint of admiration, "I see that Little San's Hidden Weapons techniques are exquisite and unparalleled.
To achieve such control, I presume your qualities in all aspects—hands, eyes, ears, feet, etc.—far exceed those of ordinary Spirit Masters."
Tang San frowned slightly: "How is this related to music?"
"It's greatly related."
Feng Xiao's fingertip gently tapped the crystal cup, producing a crisp ringing sound, "Playing requires hands and eyes, and distinguishing sounds requires ears.
As for what is called Earth Sound..." He suddenly stood up, his robes moving without wind, "It is the resonance of all sounds in space.
Some sounds cannot be captured by the ears alone."
Before his voice faded, an invisible ripple spread out from Feng Xiao.
In an instant, the banquet hall was filled with the wailing of wind, the gurgling of water, the rustling of fallen leaves... various natural sounds intertwined into a wondrous rhythm.
Even more astonishing was that within this profound music, everyone suddenly felt as small as ants, and the originally grand banquet hall seemed to transform into a speck of dust in the vast Heaven and Earth.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were filled with shock; Qian Renxue, however, subtly curled her lips; Tang Yuehua's violet eyes reflected Feng Xiao's god-like, demon-like figure.
And Tang San stared intently at Feng Xiao, his expression constantly changing—this was clearly... constructing a Domain with music!
Feng Xiao's voice flowed like a clear spring, yet it contained a startling amount of spirit power: "The intertwining of sounds is essentially the resonance of energies.
When you can perceive the pulsation of every wisp of sound in space..." His fingertips gently twirled, creating a wondrous ripple of sound waves, "...you can guide them to resonate harmoniously.
The perfect fusion of Human Sound and the sounds of Heaven and Earth is the true meaning of Earth Sound."
Gu Rong and Chen Xin, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, exchanged a shocked glance.
Space subtly distorted, and Gu Rong's telepathic message rang in Chen Xin's ear: "Good boy!
At such a young age, he has already comprehended the profound mystery of Spirit and the resonance of Heaven and Earth; no wonder he dares to speak so frankly.
Looking across the entire continent, he is probably the only one who can achieve this."
Chen Xin's white hair moved without wind.
He gazed at the musical ripples flowing around Feng Xiao, silently responding: "Now that he has awakened his Domain, under the shroud of his sound Domain, even the sound of wind and rain can probably turn into deadly weapons."
In the banquet hall, the colorful light refracted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile flowed around Feng Xiao, making him appear like a deity controlling music.
Feng Xiao surveyed the crowd and slowly retracted his spirit power.
Those profound sounds of Heaven and Earth receded like a tide, and the banquet hall returned to its original scale.
But in everyone's hearts, the soul-stirring rhythm from moments ago still echoed.
The profound realm of Spirit and Heaven and Earth resonance displayed by Feng Xiao was something that even peak powerhouses like Chen Xin and Gu Rong only gradually comprehended after breaking through to Titled Douluo.
The two old men exchanged glances, both seeing deep shock in the other's eyes.
They knew better than anyone that the most fundamental condition to reach this realm was to possess mental force as vast as the sea.
Only powerful mental perception could capture the most subtle energy fluctuations between Heaven and Earth.
Chen Xin's white hair moved without wind, his telepathic message carrying a hint of emotion: "The stronger the mental force, the more thorough the perception of the World.
This kid actually, at the Spirit Saint stage..."
Gu Rong nodded slightly, space rippling subtly around him: "The power of Domain is inherently the ultimate manifestation of a Spirit Master's understanding of their Spirit's essence.
To reach this realm at the Spirit Saint stage..."
Ning Fengzhi gently put down his teacup and applauded sincerely.
The cuffs of his purple robe shimmered with luxurious light as he moved: "I never thought Little Feng's understanding of music had reached such a realm; he truly is formidable for his age."
His gaze lingered on Feng Xiao's young face, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.
Tang San, however, still stared intently at Feng Xiao, his eyes filled with an even stronger desire to inquire, as he had not received the answer he wanted.
His slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the cup as he slowly spoke: "Brother Feng's musical attainment is indeed admirable.
It's just that..." He paused slightly, his Blue Silver Grass Spirit faintly appearing around him, "...above this 'Earth Sound', does an even higher realm exist?"
The banquet hall suddenly fell silent, even the faint sound of the attendant pouring wine was clearly audible.
Everyone's gaze focused on Feng Xiao, waiting for his answer; even the two Super Douluo, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, looked at Feng Xiao with some anticipation.
The sunlight from outside the window passed through the colorful glazed tiles, casting shifting light and shadow on Feng Xiao's handsome profile, adding a touch of mystery to him.
Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly, his fingertips gently traced the rim of the cup, bringing forth a unique spirit power fluctuation: "Heavenly Sound..." His voice was very soft, yet it exploded like a thunderclap in everyone's hearts, "That is a realm that resonates with the sound of the heart... The sound that receives others' approval is Heavenly Sound."
"Sound of the heart?" Everyone looked at Feng Xiao in confusion, only Qian Renxue understood what Feng Xiao meant by the sound of the heart.