"Ning Fengzhi, do you still consider yourself a qualified Sect Master?"
The Grand Elder, who was leading the group, spoke sternly, clearly extremely displeased with Ning Fengzhi. Whether it was the two pillars of the Sect, Lengmo and Jiangu, or provoking Spirit Hall, these were all self-destructive actions.
"You traitors!"
Ning Fengzhi trembled with rage, his hand on the wall, he stood up, suppressing his anger, and said, "No! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will never surrender! I will lead the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to become the number one Sect in the world!"
"You're spouting nonsense!"
The Grand Elder could no longer tolerate Ning Fengzhi, who was constantly dreaming. He stepped forward and slapped Ning Fengzhi across the face.
"What are you? Our Elder Council has decided. You have been dismissed, Ning Fengzhi."
The other Elders also spoke righteously, fearing that if Ning Fengzhi wasn't abolished as Sect Master, who knew what other troubles he might cause.
Then the Grand Elder stood up, turned to Ning Rongrong, and said, "I have one more impertinent request, and that is to ask you, Ning Rongrong, to serve as the new Sect Master of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. We also hope Spirit Hall can accept our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's surrender."
Ning Rongrong pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "Sect Master is out of the question. I don't have the time. As for surrendering, you can speak to Elder Guang Ling."
After all, Ning Rongrong was too lazy to Waste time in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. She'd rather spend that time looking for Qian Xunfeng.
...
At this moment, Tang San also learned that Spirit Hall had declared war on the two Empires. He immediately said with a gloomy expression, "Damned Spirit Hall, they truly have wolfish ambitions. Once I become a god, I will surely bring you to justice."
Ultimately, he still wanted to create the Tang Sect and contend with Spirit Hall for dominion over the continent.
He even spoke so grandly, as if the Tang Sect wouldn't sell weapons of war in the Late Stage and was very kind.
Arriving before a small courtyard belonging to Tang Xiao, Tang San pushed open the door and saw Tang Xiao leisurely lying on a reclining chair, dreaming of his son becoming a god.
With a bang, the door was roughly kicked open, startling Tang Xiao, who was still dreaming, off the reclining chair.
Turning his head and seeing that it was Tang San, Tang Xiao's expression immediately soured, and he reprimanded him sharply, "Tang San, what are you trying to do?"
"What am I trying to do?"
Tang San snorted, and eight spirit rings appeared on his body. He said, "I'm going to kill you, my father's murderer."
After speaking, the Dark Blue Silver Grass activated, instantly surrounding Tang Xiao.
Looking at his surroundings, Tang Xiao was greatly alarmed and said in disbelief, "You unfilial son, you actually want to murder your father!"
"Nonsense! My father is only Tang Hao! You, Tang Xiao, are not worthy of being my father!"
Tang San pointed at Tang Xiao's nose and cursed, his actions not at all hesitant, immediately aiming to take Tang Xiao's life.
"Good, good, good, you unfilial son. Today, I'll teach you what filial piety is."
Tang Xiao looked at the raving Tang San, gritting his teeth and sneering. The Clear Sky Hammer slowly appeared in his hand, along with nine spirit rings.
For a moment, Tang San was stunned. He seemed to have forgotten something: Tang Xiao was a Titled Douluo, and it seemed he couldn't defeat him.
Thinking of this, Tang San felt a little guilty for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was about to leave this place. He couldn't win, after all.
"Damn god-bestowed spirit ring, what kind of content is this? I can't defeat Tang Xiao at all."
As Tang San thought, he retreated rapidly, until he finally escaped the small courtyard.
"Hmph, Tang San, you unfilial son, still trying to escape."
Seeing Tang San trying to flee, Tang Xiao snorted. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swiftly fell, instantly smashing onto Tang San's retreating back.
Ah.
A miserable shriek fell. Tang San was instantly smashed into the ground, but knowing that stopping would mean Tang Xiao's brutal beating, Tang San continued to endure Tang Xiao's attacks, quickly fleeing in pain.
Watching Tang San's gradually receding figure, Tang Xiao also put away his Clear Sky Hammer and sneered, "An ignorant and unfilial son."
Here, Tang San, in a sorry state, hid in an open space, his arrogance from when he first arrived at Tang Xiao's doorstep completely gone.
"Damn, damn, damn, this damned god-bestowed spirit ring! This is simply impossible to complete!"
Tang San completely gave up, howling in pain.
The god-bestowed spirit ring also seemed to realize that Tang San was too much of a Waste and directly modified the fourth trial.
"Creation Fourth Trial: Punish Ning Fengzhi."
"Reward: 10% affinity with the God of Creation, ninth god-bestowed spirit ring."
Seeing the god-bestowed spirit ring modified, Tang San cried tears of joy. He never expected the God of Creation's trial to be modified because of him. It truly was heaven helping him, Tang San.
"But where is Ning Fengzhi?"
Tang San stood up, and Ning Fengzhi's location suddenly appeared in his mind. His face lit up with joy.
After a simple recovery of his spirit power, he rushed non-stop to the location in his mind.
"Ning Fengzhi, it's time for me to finally use you. You must not refuse, heh heh heh."
...
A desolate mountain.
"Traitors! All of them are traitors!"
Ning Fengzhi sat on a large rock, shouting disconsolately. Although he hadn't been killed, his Spirit had been crippled, and he had become an ordinary person.
Decades of grand dreams suddenly awakened, causing Ning Fengzhi to lose himself for a moment.
"Cough, cough."
Coughing weakly a few times, Ning Fengzhi laboriously raised his head. A feeling of hunger came from his body. Just as he was about to stand up, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Heaven does not help me, Ning Fengzhi!"
Due to weakness, Ning Fengzhi struggled a few times but still couldn't stand up. He shouted somewhat unwillingly, his hands constantly trying to support his body.
"Why? Why treat me, Ning Fengzhi, like this?"
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi still felt no regret, only blaming the heavens for being unkind, complaining about everything.
As his body grew weaker, Ning Fengzhi's vision gradually blurred. Recalling bits and pieces of the past, he couldn't help but shout unwillingly to the sky:
"My grand endeavor of the number one Sect in the world, my magnificent feat of becoming a god, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Are you all leaving me?"
Unfortunately, no one responded. Only Ning Fengzhi was left to grieve in silence, but soon, the sound of rustling grass suddenly echoed before him.
This immediately put Ning Fengzhi on alert.
"What is it?"
Ning Fengzhi leaned against a nearby tree, forcing his weak body to stand. His legs trembled with fear, no longer looking like a Sect Master.
"School Master Ning, do you still remember me?"
Tang San's familiar voice came from the bushes. The person who had arrived was Tang San, who had come looking for Ning Fengzhi.
"You! You're Tang San!"
Ning Fengzhi was first stunned in place when he saw Tang San, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then said with great joy, "Tang San, you've come to save Uncle Ning, haven't you? I truly didn't misjudge you."
Upon seeing Tang San, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but recount everything he had experienced, hoping to move Tang San to avenge him.
"Uncle Ning, Tang San came here because I still need your help with something."
Tang San said casually, but he had already arrived in front of Ning Fengzhi.
"What help? I have nothing now?"
Ning Fengzhi had a bad premonition and asked with a forced smile.
Tang San smiled evilly and said, "Uncle Ning, there's no need to say more. I'll do it myself."