On the way to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
The two of them soared through the skies. Lin Feng spread his dragon wings, slicing through the wind, using soul power to shield Lin Shui in his arms.
The wind howled past their ears.
Suddenly—
A troubling thought flashed through Lin Feng's mind, stirring a sense of unease.
"Grandpa Dugu, do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would willingly give up a hundred-thousand-year soul bone?"
"Even if they know they can't defeat the soul beast from Flame Valley?"
He drew closer to Dugu Bo, transmitting his voice with soul power.
Dugu Bo frowned slightly, pondering for a moment.
"From what I know of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, they've never been fond of conflict. They might actually let it go."
"But once this news spreads, other powers definitely won't sit back and do nothing."
"Especially Spirit Hall. For a soul bone, they'd risk losing even a few Titled Douluo without hesitation."
Dugu Bo slowly gave his reply.
Hearing this, Lin Feng's expression turned grim. Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
"Then do you think the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan can keep this a secret?"
Dugu Bo's expression darkened instantly, as if he had arrived at a troubling answer.
"That's hard to say."
"If Ning Fengzhi spills the secret to Spirit Hall in order to protect himself…"
"And then uses Spirit Hall to seize the soul bone—while also testing us in the process…"
Lin Feng's heart turned cold. Clearly, the situation was more complex than he had imagined, and his original plan was likely no longer viable.
He hadn't intended to involve Xiao Yan, but with the current circumstances, there seemed no other choice.
Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind—he would change the plan.
So Lin Feng had Lin Shui create a spatial token around six or seven kilometers from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
He distributed the tokens among the three of them.
Not long after, the group arrived at the clan's mountain gate.
The entrance exuded grandeur, with a towering plaque hanging overhead.
Two guards stood tall at the gate, brimming with presence.
"I am Lin Feng, son of Lin Ye of Heaven Dou City, here with the Poison Douluo to pay a visit!"
Lin Feng stepped forward and announced loudly.
The guards were briefly stunned. Surprise flashed across their faces.
After exchanging glances, one of them quickly ran inside to report.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's discussion hall—
Ning Fengzhi was in conference with Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, discussing the matter of Flame Valley.
Hearing the guard's report, Ning Fengzhi's hand shook, spilling some tea from his cup.
"They came out of nowhere?!"
Gu Rong's face darkened. He snorted coldly. "That old poison geezer dares to show his face!"
"He threatened you before—this time I'd like to see what tricks he has!"
"Uncle Bone, calm down."
"We don't yet know why they're here."
"For now, evacuate the surrounding area. I'll go meet them personally."
After a moment's thought, Ning Fengzhi quickly made his decision.
"Very well."
Gu Rong's temper eased.
Soon, Ning Fengzhi and the others arrived at the mountain gate.
When both parties met, they wore polite smiles on the surface.
"Your Excellency Poison Douluo, what a surprise. Forgive me for not welcoming you sooner."
"To what do we owe the honor of your visit to our humble clan?"
Ning Fengzhi was the first to speak.
"Clan Head Ning, this isn't the best place to talk. Aren't you going to invite us in to sit down?"
Lin Feng responded calmly, neither arrogant nor servile.
Ning Fengzhi was startled. He turned toward Dugu Bo, who now stood in the posture of a bodyguard.
Only then did he realize—Lin Feng was the one taking the lead this time.
A flicker of doubt flashed through his mind. What kind of ability does Lin Feng have to be treated so seriously by Dugu Bo?
"Oh dear, how neglectful of me. Young Master Lin, please come in!"
He quickly recovered his composure and said warmly.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo remained tense, their sharp gazes fixed on Dugu Bo.
Neither dared let their guard down, fearing he might strike at any moment.
"Hmph."
Dugu Bo lifted his chin and followed Lin Feng into the clan.
They arrived at the guest hall.
The hall was spacious and elegantly decorated, with a faint fragrance of tea lingering in the air.
Without beating around the bush, Lin Feng spoke directly:
"Clan Leader Ning, we're here to finish the final match agreed upon by your clan."
"As for the wager you mentioned that day—I trust you haven't forgotten?"
Ning Fengzhi was briefly stunned. This intent caught him completely off guard.
But he quickly smiled and said:
"Of course not! That match was interrupted that day, but naturally, it must still proceed."
"How is Flame Valley now, by the way?"
He paused, then asked curiously.
"As fate would have it, Flame Valley is actually the hidden dwelling of Senior Xiao Yan."
"Not only did he not drive us away, he even took Lin Jian in as a disciple."
A smile tugged at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth. His tone was confident.
Ning Fengzhi and the others froze in shock.
"Xiao Yan? The Limit Douluo who appeared in Spirit Hall—Senior Xiao Yan?"
Sword Douluo couldn't help asking.
"Then what about the fire dragon guarding Flame Valley that day?"
Ning Fengzhi pressed on, clearly still skeptical.
"That fire dragon is merely Senior Xiao Yan's mount."
Lin Feng replied easily, without hesitation.
Everyone looked at each other, filled with doubt.
They had heard of Xiao Yan's legendary strength…
But hearing all this from a teenager—it was hard to believe.
"In that case, Clan Head Ning, shall we begin the match?"
"Lin Shui, your turn."
Lin Feng shifted the topic and gestured toward Lin Shui.
"Yes, Young Master." Lin Shui stepped forward, eager to prove herself.
"No need! No need!"
"If that really is Senior Xiao Yan's residence, how could we dare to covet it further? We concede the final round."
Ning Fengzhi quickly waved his hand, forcing a bitter smile.
Lin Feng, seeing this, didn't push the matter.
"In that case, even better."
He reached into his robe and pulled out a jade token.
"Clan Head Ning, this is Senior Xiao Yan's token."
"If danger ever befalls you, crush it. It contains a sealed strike from Senior Xiao Yan."
"I hope you'll also honor our agreement and not reveal what happened at Flame Valley."
"Senior Xiao Yan dislikes being disturbed."
Ning Fengzhi and the others looked at the token with puzzled expressions.
As he slowly reached out and touched it—
A surge of energy coursed through him like electricity.
The token trembled faintly, then began to glow with a soft yet awe-inspiring green light.
It wasn't blinding—but seemed to contain boundless power.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were also shaken by the energy radiating from the token.
"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has always honored our word. We will keep this matter strictly confidential!"
Ning Fengzhi solemnly declared.
Then, he turned and gave an order to his attendants:
"Bring out the soul bone we had prepared—present it to Young Master Lin."
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