After confirming his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing, Lu Feng would stay in the Star Luo Empire for a long time to help her clear obstacles.
Naturally, Lu Feng would become an adversary of the Heaven Dou Empire.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would naturally be an enemy.
As for why they didn't form an alliance?
Lu Feng didn't believe that two forces could unite based on a few marriages.
Moreover, a half-dead ally is the best ally.
At a 'simple' banquet, Lu Feng fully witnessed what the evil aristocratic class was all about.
At the table, Lu Feng couldn't name a single dish. The only one he could taste was the paw of the Thousand-Year Terrorclaw Bear, because he had roasted it once in the Star Dou Forest.
Now, this bear paw, after being carefully prepared by the chef, was presented like a work of art, and its flavor was enhanced several times over.
However, the extravagance reflected behind it made Lu Feng secretly gasp.
After the meal, Lu Feng and his companions strolled to a viewing platform. Standing here, gazing outwards, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School unfolds before one's eyes.
"Brother Lu Feng, what do you think of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" Ning Fengzhi said loudly, head held high.
Lu Feng looked out; rows of buildings stood majestically, their grandeur breathtaking. In the distance, rolling mountains appeared and disappeared amidst the swirling clouds and mist, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.
"Not bad, a fine place. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School truly deserves its reputation as the number one auxiliary sect in the world," Lu Feng said earnestly.
His words were full of sincerity, not only for his appreciation of the scenery but also for his praise of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"Hahaha."
Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily, beckoning to the side and calling out gently, "Xiao Ya, come here."
At this moment, a woman in a light blue dress walked gracefully towards them.
Her figure was elegant, her steps light, and her long, glossy black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. Her delicate face featured arched eyebrows and eyes like clear springs.
"Big Brother."
She moved gracefully to Ning Fengzhi, bowed slightly, and gave a greeting, her voice clear and melodious.
Ning Fengzhi smiled at Lu Feng and introduced her, "Brother Lu Feng, this is Ning Ya, my sixteenth sister. You young people should have more to talk about, so let her accompany you around."
"Sixteenth sister?" Lu Feng wondered to himself.
Ning Fengzhi's father is really something.
No, judging from her and Ning Fengzhi's appearances, they probably aren't siblings.
Lu Feng nodded slightly and said politely, "Thank you for your trouble, Miss Ning Ya."
Ning Ya looked up, her gaze meeting Lu Feng's, and a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Young Master Lu, you're too kind."
On the viewing platform.
Ning Fengzhi stood quietly, a gentle breeze ruffling his clothes. The warm smile that had been on his face slowly faded, replaced by a deep and calm expression.
"Uncle Jian, do you think there really are weapons in this world that can harm a Title Douluo?" Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin put his hands behind his back, looked up at the clear, high sky, and fell into deep thought.
His mind unconsciously drifted back to his long and arduous path of cultivation.
He had displayed extraordinary talent from a young age, and by the age of 40, he had become a level 61 Soul Emperor.
It was also in that year that, in a sparring match, he lost to Gu Rong, who was 37 years old and level 58 at the time. From then on, the two forged a deep friendship.
Faced with defeat, he did not give up, but instead constantly honed his "Heart Sword."
This enlightenment lasted for 12 years.
Twelve years later, his fighting style was no longer limited to the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul; everything in the world could be his sword.
That year, at the age of 52, he successfully broke through to level 90, becoming a Title Douluo.
Fifty-two years had passed, each breakthrough accompanied by sweat and blood. The forging of the Title Douluo title had consumed countless efforts and involved countless life-or-death trials.
Now, someone was telling him that an ordinary person with no soul power foundation could defeat him with just a weapon.
This scene was so unbelievable that Chen Xin couldn't even imagine it.
After pondering for a long time, Chen Xin slowly spoke, his voice low: "It is said that in ancient times, the power of soul tools was beyond imagination. However, nowadays, these things are too rare, and very few people know about them."
After speaking, he paused slightly, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes, and then said: "What Lu Feng is talking about may be one of the soul tools."
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, without saying a word.
A moment later, as if suddenly remembering something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Tang Sect, I've never even heard of it before."
Chen Xin turned slightly, his gaze calmly fixed on the distant, undulating mountains, and slowly said, "In this world, even the most powerful sects cannot escape the erosion of time and will eventually perish."
"The Spirit Hall may seem prosperous, but it has only existed for ten thousand years."
"Even a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, possessing almost heaven-defying strength and a long lifespan, can still be killed."
"Time flows on, but only a sword remains."
His words were light and breezy, yet they revealed a sense of detachment born from experience.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong had been listening for a long time, and finally couldn't help but sneer, "Sword Man, all you know is sword practice. I think you've gone mad from it all. All you talk about is your sword, can it feed you?"
With that, Gu Rong rolled his eyes disdainfully.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin stiffened his neck and widened his eyes: "You have the nerve to talk to me like that? Your mind is cluttered, you're always thinking about this and that, no wonder you haven't broken through to level ninety-six yet!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Bone Douluo jumped up upon hearing this, his face turning red with anger.
The two of them started arguing back and forth.
If there were outsiders present at this moment, seeing these two Douluos, who were usually high and mighty and invincible, arguing like children, they would probably be shocked to the point of dropping their jaws.
Ning Fengzhi stood aside, helplessly rubbing his forehead.
These two elders had been fighting their whole lives, neither willing to concede to the other. Their personalities were so different, yet they were always together, causing his ears a lot of suffering.
However, he knew in his heart that although these two were verbally abusive, they would definitely go through fire and water for each other when it mattered.
In fact, Ning Fengzhi believed what Lu Feng said. After all, before meeting Lu Feng, he would never have believed that there was a weapon in this world that could instantly kill a Soul Master.
Thinking of this, a surge of ambition quietly welled up in Ning Fengzhi's heart.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the southern part of the continent. At the very center of that continent stood the sacred ground in the hearts of Soul Masters—the Spirit Hall.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would surely stand tall on the Douluo Continent!
Meanwhile, Lu Feng and Ning Ya strolled leisurely down the street.
A gentle breeze lifted a corner of Ning Ya's skirt; she gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her movements elegant and captivating.
Disciples from various sects passed by, their gazes falling curiously upon them, before gathering in small groups to whisper amongst themselves.
Ning Ya was a well-known figure in the sect.
She was the youngest sister of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, only nineteen years old this year, yet possessing exceptional talent, already reaching level forty in Soul Power. Such an achievement was considered outstanding among the younger generation.
Her reputation within the sect even surpassed that of Ning Rongrong.
Although Ning Rongrong was exceptionally talented, she was still just a young girl with an immature air about her. Ning Ya, on the other hand, had blossomed into a graceful young woman, a beloved "princess" in the sect.
Most importantly, she was still unmarried.
"Miss Ning, what's that place?" Lu Feng pointed to a noisy area.
"That place?"
Ning Ya tilted her head slightly, following Lu Feng's finger, a faint smile playing on her lips, her voice soft and melodious. "It's the sect's Soul Arena, where disciples spar with each other."
"Soul Arena?"
Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Then let's go take a look."
Seeing Lu Feng's eagerness, Ning Ya couldn't help but smile.
She moved gracefully behind Lu Feng, saying softly, "Okay, I heard from my elder brother that Young Master Lu is a cultivation genius."
(End of Chapter)