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"That's already incredible! If one day your left hand also gains an external spirit bone, your strength might even surpass His Highness Xiaotian!"
Dai Weisi couldn't help but imagine it — when Tang Yuehua reached rank fifty or sixty, perhaps he should take her to hunt a ten-thousand-year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear.
If she managed to obtain its Dark Gold Terrorclaw as an external spirit bone… Tang Yuehua's power would be nothing short of heaven-defying.
"Maybe I could," Tang Yuehua giggled softly, leaning into Dai Weisi's chest. "So, my good husband, you'd better treat me nicely from now on, or else…"
"Or else what?"
For some reason, Dai Weisi suddenly felt a faint sense of danger creeping up his spine.
"Hehehe…"
Tang Yuehua didn't answer. Instead, she casually picked up a stone, held it before Dai Weisi, and gently clenched her Vajra Tiger Claw.
Bang!
With a sharp crack, the stone was crushed into fine powder. Dai Weisi's heart skipped a beat as he stared at her mischievous smirk — that half-smile that didn't reach her eyes — and could only laugh bitterly.
"Don't worry, Sister Yuehua. You're my dear wife. Of course I'll treat you well."
He said the words kindly, but in his heart, he thought darkly: Threaten your husband, will you? Sister Yuehua, it seems tonight I'll have to "reward" you properly — so you'll remember what happens when you tease me like that!
Unaware of the ominous plans forming in Dai Weisi's mind, Tang Yuehua only smiled radiantly. "Heehee, that's my good husband!"
Little did she know — tonight would be the beginning of her nightmare.
Seeing that it was getting late, Dai Weisi said, "It's already dark, Sister Yuehua. Let's head back."
He could hardly wait to give her that "reward."
"Alright, let's go. I need to share this great news with my two sisters anyway."
Tang Yuehua smiled sweetly, already imagining the envy on Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing's faces when they learned she had obtained an external spirit bone.
Unfolding his Frostfire Wings, Dai Weisi wrapped an arm around Tang Yuehua's slender waist and took off toward Star Luo City.
As they flew, a blissful smile lingered on Tang Yuehua's lips — while Dai Weisi's eyes gleamed with playful intent.
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At that very moment, far away on the roads of the Heaven Dou Empire, three figures rode a carriage toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect — Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, his daughter Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
The three had spent the night resting in Star Luo City after attending the royal wedding the day before. Early this morning, they began their journey home.
Inside the carriage, Ning Fengzhi was examining a soul tool containing three Prism Herbs. Just the thought that his sect would soon gain three new Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit masters brought a satisfied smile to his face.
With Rongrong and Tianyu included, the number of Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda users has exceeded fifty. It may be time to rename the sect — from Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he thought proudly.
But his pleasant musings were abruptly shattered.
Suddenly, the horses pulling the carriage neighed in panic and skidded to a halt.
"Neigh—!"
The sudden stop threw Ning Fengzhi off balance, almost making him fall against the wall of the carriage. "What's going on?!" he called out.
Chen Xin, ever vigilant, had already leapt from the carriage the instant he heard the noise. His eyes widened in alarm as he surveyed the scene ahead.
A moment later, his expression changed drastically. "Fengzhi! Come out, quickly — something terrible has happened!"
"What?!"
Ning Fengzhi's heart sank. He and Ning Rongrong rushed out of the carriage — and when they saw what lay before them, both froze in horror.
A group of battered, bloodied figures stood in the road — their armor broken, faces bruised and pale, their clothes torn and filthy. Many were missing limbs, their bodies wrapped in crude bandages, looking more like beggars than warriors.
But they were no beggars.
Because the insignias on their tattered robes — the patterns of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan — made Ning Fengzhi's blood run cold.
They were spirit masters from the Seven Treasure Blue Lightning Alliance!
But why were they here? Why were they so wounded — looking like survivors from a massacre? Could it be… something had happened to the sects?
Among them, an elderly man — one of the Seven Treasure Sect's elders — fell to his knees the moment he saw Ning Fengzhi. Tears streamed down his weathered face as he cried out hoarsely,
"Sect Master! Sect Master! I have shamed the sect! I have failed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! The sect… the sect is gone!"
"Fifth Uncle, please stand!" Ning Fengzhi hurried forward, helping the old man up with trembling hands. His voice quivered. "Fifth Uncle, what's going on? Why are you here? What happened to the sect?"
"Sect Master…" The elder's face was streaked with tears, his voice breaking. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect… has been destroyed! Only about two hundred of us survived!"
The words struck Ning Fengzhi like thunder. His knees nearly buckled, and if not for Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong supporting him on each side, he would have collapsed to the ground.
"H-how… how could this happen…" he muttered blankly. His eyes were hollow, the world spinning around him. After a long moment, he forced himself to breathe, suppressing the tremor in his voice. "Fifth Uncle… tell me everything. What happened to the sect?"
The elder took a shuddering breath. "Sect Master… it happened like this…"
Ten days ago, Ning Fengzhi had received Dai Weisi's wedding invitation, inviting him and Ning Rongrong to attend. He immediately prepared to depart for the Star Luo Empire.
But three nights after his departure — in the dead of night — thousands of black-clad, masked spirit masters suddenly launched an assault on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Leading them were four Titled Douluo.
The attackers slaughtered indiscriminately, killing every spirit master they encountered.
Fortunately, before his departure, Ning Fengzhi had purchased numerous Goddess Crossbows from Tang San, and since forming an alliance with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, many of their warriors were stationed at the sect as well.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit masters fought valiantly, and with the Seven Treasure sect's support abilities, they managed to hold their ground for a while.
But when the four Titled Douluo joined the battle, the tide turned completely.
The leader — a female Titled Douluo — wielded twin Scythes of Death, cutting down Seven Treasure spirit masters like wheat before the scythe.
In desperation, Bone Douluo Gu Rong finally took action. Supported by two Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Douluo, he faced the four Titled Douluo head-on.
Yet, even his might could not overcome the numbers.
In the end, to protect the remaining survivors, Gu Rong unleashed his Ninth Spirit Ability — detonating his own spirit and body in a final, devastating explosion.
The Bone Douluo perished… but his sacrifice allowed these last two hundred souls to escape.
(End of Chapter)