Slowly turning around, he looked at Flander and the others, his eyes flashing with a sharp, chilling light.
In an instant, Flander and the rest felt an overwhelming pressure descend upon them. Invisible waves of energy surged through the air. Chen Xin's Sword Intent pierced straight through their bodies, causing an involuntary stinging pain. Cold sweat poured down their backs, as if they had been thrown into an icy abyss.
"S-Sword Douluo… we didn't bully Miss Ning Rongrong," Flander hurriedly explained.
"I know," Chen Xin replied calmly. "Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive?"
Flander and the others instantly fell silent. No one dared say another word. The pressure alone was terrifying.
Chen Xin shifted his gaze to Yu Tianheng, who was still lying beneath Xiao Ze's foot.
"This time, I'll spare your life out of respect for your grandfather," Chen Xin said indifferently. "You may return and report this if you wish. However—"
His eyes sharpened.
"If he dares to bully Xiao Ze again, then Old Bone and I might have to pay a visit to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect."
A faint killing intent leaked out.
"By then, the continent's so-called 'Number One Beast Sect' will truly be in trouble."
"Xiao Ze, let him go."
This wasn't because Chen Xin feared Yu Yuanzhen.
Although Chen Xin's soul power was slightly lower than Yu Yuanzhen's, their actual combat strength was hard to judge. Even if Yu Yuanzhen used the Nine Dragon Crowns, Chen Xin would still have Gu Rong's support.
Xiao Ze felt that, given the relationship between Chen Xin and Gu Rong, the two of them most likely possessed a martial soul fusion technique.
Xiao Ze withdrew his foot.
Yu Tianheng painfully pushed himself up from the ground. He shot Xiao Ze a vicious glare, then turned and left without even sparing Yu Xiaogang a glance.
At this moment, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were trembling as well.
Standing before them was the legendary Sword Douluo—Chen Xin.
"A son's misdeeds are the father's fault," Chen Xin said coldly. "As the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for life. Your disciples caused trouble, so you will bear the punishment."
He raised a finger slightly.
"Take one sword strike from me—regardless of life or death."
Flander and the others' faces changed drastically. Their strongest member was only a Soul Sage. The gap between them and a Title Douluo was like heaven and earth.
Chen Xin didn't say anything else. He simply turned around and walked away.
Flander and the others didn't dare leave either and hurriedly followed behind him.
—
"Xiao Ze, shall we have a chat?"
Ning Fengzhi's smile was gentle, giving off a warm and refined air. But Xiao Ze knew very well—this man was a true businessman.
Still, there was nothing wrong with that.
Under Ning Fengzhi's leadership, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had indeed reached unprecedented heights. At present, he wanted nothing more than to stabilize the sect. Xiao Ze's crops were extremely valuable, enough to ease Ning Fengzhi's need to frantically search for talented individuals.
At the same time, Xiao Ze himself could gain a powerful backer.
It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Xiao Ze left together with Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Rongrong also planned to follow, but suddenly remembered something. She turned back to look at Qin Ming.
"Teacher Qin Ming, I'll truthfully report everything that happened today to the three members of the Dream God Machine committee. Just wait to be expelled."
Internal conflicts within the academy were acceptable.
But assisting outsiders in bullying one's own students? That crossed the line.
Qin Ming's face instantly turned ashen.
——————
"Young friend Xiao Ze, your strength is truly impressive," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile. "You defeated Yu Tianheng so easily."
Ning Fengzhi knew Yu Tianheng well—one of the twin stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, a genius with outstanding talent.
Yet he hadn't lasted long at all against Xiao Ze.
And Xiao Ze hadn't even used a soul skill to summon a beast.
"Not really," Xiao Ze replied modestly. "Yu Tianheng was just careless."
"But you didn't use your full strength either," Ning Fengzhi said meaningfully.
"Dad, can you talk properly?" Ning Rongrong interrupted. "Do you think I don't know what you're trying to ask? I'm already handling this matter."
She crossed her arms and glared at him directly.
Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless smile. "My daughter has truly grown up—independent already."
"Dad!" Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed slightly.
"Haha. Since you already have a plan, we'll leave it at that."
Ning Fengzhi had originally intended to personally sound Xiao Ze out. He had to admit—the young man was indeed outstanding.
Just… a little dark-skinned.
"Ahem," Xiao Ze cleared his throat. "Uncle Ning, I have something I'd like to trade with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on a long-term basis."
Since things had reached this point, he could only go with the flow.
"Dad, we must trade!" Ning Rongrong immediately said, grabbing Ning Fengzhi's arm and shaking it. "It's a good thing—very important to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi became curious.
Ning Rongrong had seen countless treasures. If something could make her this anxious, it was definitely not ordinary.
"What is it?"
"It's these," Xiao Ze said, taking out a cloth bag.
Ning Fengzhi accepted it and looked inside, his brows knitting together.
"Rice?"
"This isn't ordinary rice."
"It smells very good," Ning Fengzhi said doubtfully, "but isn't it still just rice?"
"Oh, Dad!" Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. "This rice was grown by Xiao Ze using his martial spirit. The rice can nourish qi and blood and strengthen the body. The wheat can increase cultivation speed. The corn can enhance the purity of soul power…"
She listed the effects in one breath.
Ning Fengzhi listened in shock, his eyes widening.
"Really?"
"Uncle Ning, you'll know once you try it," Xiao Ze said with a wry smile.
Without hesitation, Ning Fengzhi grabbed a small handful of raw rice and stuffed it straight into his mouth.
Xiao Ze was completely stunned.
Was this really the dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
He actually ate raw rice… by the handful.
As Ning Fengzhi chewed, a warm current gradually spread through his body. His blood and energy seemed to be gently nourished.
"This… this!!"
His eyes widened like copper bells as he stared at Xiao Ze with shock and delight—like a man who had just discovered a priceless treasure.
Xiao Ze felt slightly uncomfortable being stared at so intensely by a grown man.
"Dad, you feel it now, right?" Ning Rongrong asked smugly.
"It works! It really works!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed excitedly. "For high-level soul masters like us, the effect is limited—but for low-level soul masters, it's even better than many spiritual herbs and medicines!"
"Uncle Ning," Xiao Ze added, "these are only the lowest-grade crops."
"The lowest grade?" Ning Fengzhi's breath hitched. "Then… what about the higher grades?"
At that moment, he genuinely wanted to kidnap Xiao Ze back to the sect.
But with Ning Rongrong present, that thought was instantly crushed.
"There aren't many higher-grade ones," Xiao Ze explained. "My soul power level is still low, so production is slow."
This was meant to be a long-term deal. He couldn't hand everything over at once.
Even brothers needed clear accounts.
"Take your time, take your time—no rush at all," Ning Fengzhi said quickly.
Then he smiled and changed the subject.
"So, how do you plan to sell them? The price is negotiable."
"Fengzhi," a calm voice suddenly rang out,
"what are you talking about, 'price is negotiable'?"
(End of Chapter)
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