Chapter 280: Ning Fengzhi Wants to Sell His Daughter
"Dad, what is it?"
Ning Rongrong asked. Over these days living in Spirit City, though the standard of living couldn't match that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong—who in her previous life had spent so long at that swindling, cheating Shrek Academy—certainly wasn't complaining. Before Yu Xiaogang arrived, she'd put up with steamed buns and eggs as her three daily meals, so of course life in Spirit City wasn't something she would find too hard to bear.
In terms of comforts, living in Spirit City wasn't inferior to the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy.
Besides, with Ning Rongrong's charm, as long as her personal safety was assured, there would always be people pursuing her wherever she went.
Ning Fengzhi said, "Rongrong, Dad wants to arrange a marriage for you. Are you willing?"
"Ah—Dad, I…"
Ning Rongrong inwardly resisted at once. How could she marry into Spirit Hall? She was still hoping Oscar would return.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "Rongrong, I know you want to wait for Oscar, but he isn't coming back."
Ning Rongrong stood up, shouting, "Dad, don't tell me Spirit Hall killed Xiao Ao!"
"Quiet!" Ning Fengzhi said sternly. "I've told you many times that this Spirit Hall is not the same as the one from that other world you spoke of. Oscar isn't coming back, but not because of Spirit Hall. It's because the Icebound Forest here is nothing like the one in your world!"
"The Extreme North is known as one of the three great deadly lands, but now only two remain. The Extreme North has become known as the Land of Death. Three years ago, for reasons unknown, the soul beasts of the Icebound Forest rioted, killing large numbers of spirit masters. Ever since, no one entering the Icebound Forest—seeking to train or hunt spirit beasts—has returned alive. Now it's a place all spirit masters fear to set foot in.
"Even if Oscar heard about it and avoided going, that still means he couldn't kill the Mirror Image Beast and become a battle-capable food-type spirit master to protect you. Even if he did come back and join Spirit Hall, he's a food-type spirit master without any combat strength. I would never allow you to marry him."
Tears welled in Ning Rongrong's eyes. "Then why must I marry someone else?"
"Rongrong, even though I've now become an Elder of Spirit Hall, my stay here has been short. I have shallow roots. I used to be master of one of the top three sects; I opposed Spirit Hall, so I'm still shunned and mistrusted by its members.
"I don't have much time. Day by day, I feel my health worsening. While I live, I can protect you, but once I die, life in Spirit Hall will become near-impossible for you. Only if you truly marry into Spirit Hall and gain a pillar of support can we secure a true foothold. Then, even if I die, you can still live in peace here."
Ning Fengzhi left unsaid something else, which was that after learning from Qian Xunji just how powerful a god was—and recalling everything Ning Rongrong had said about that other world—he felt a certain anger.
After all, in that other world, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Tang San all became gods; meanwhile, Sword Uncle (Sword Douluo) and Bone Uncle (Bone Douluo) were left to die in such miserable fashion to protect Tang San. And after gaining godhood, none of them revived Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo.
Fine. Maybe they had just become gods and lacked the power. But the worst part was that Ning Rongrong never passed down the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda at all! The reason the Qian family of Spirit Hall grew so strong and enduring was because their Angel God had bestowed the Six-Winged Angel upon them.
Even if Ning Rongrong didn't directly grant the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she could have used her divine power to cultivate a few Title Douluo for a foundering Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, or nurture some highly talented seeds.
After Spirit Hall fell in that world, Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, and the Clear Sky Clan rose to dominate. The chances of any gifted Title Douluo seed going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan were practically nil.
Yet Ning Rongrong did nothing. Once she and Oscar ascended to godhood, they roamed around with the other newly ascended Shrek Seven Devils. When they'd had their fun, they flew off to the Divine Realm.
Ning Fengzhi could already envision that once Ning Rongrong and Oscar left for the Divine Realm, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—with no fresh blood—would sink from one of the top three sects to a second- or third-rate power, forced to forfeit most of its industries lest other forces grow jealous, slowly shrinking away.
Ning Rongrong's behavior was basically the same as Bibi Dong falling in love with that Yu Xiaogang before she'd gone insane!
Ning Rongrong sobbed softly, closing her eyes in pain. "So who do you want me to marry, Dad?"
Ning Fengzhi said, "In a moment, I'll go talk with His Holiness. If he agrees, then I'll betroth you to Spirit Hall's current Holy Son, Qian Renchuan. Are you willing?"
Ning Rongrong thought it over. If Oscar truly was already dead, then being with Qian Renchuan might not be so bad. After all, Qian Renchuan's talent was even more monstrous than Tang San's in that other world, and he was good-looking. She had occasionally sensed in him glimpses of her old "Third Brother." She wouldn't be getting the short end.
"Dad, I accept."
"Good. I'll see the Supreme Pontiff now."
At last, Ning Fengzhi revealed a genuine smile—his first in over a month.
He headed to the gates of the Supreme Pontiff Hall, where the palace knights knelt on one knee, saying, "Greetings, Elder Ning."
Ning Fengzhi said, "I wish to see His Holiness."
"My apologies, Elder Ning, but His Holiness left the city and has not yet returned."
"Then can you inform Her Holiness the Supreme Pontiff's wife?"
After a moment's thought, Ning Fengzhi decided that discussing the matter with Qian Xunji or Ah Yin would both be fine. With his daughter's beauty at an unrivaled T0 level in Spirit Hall, and her martial spirit being the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—undisputedly the Continent's top support—it was guaranteed that Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Ah Yin would all be happy to see such a marriage.
Qian Renchuan: I firmly object!!!
Slaughter City.
A purple crescent moon hung in the sky, and bloody mist drifted all around. In this vast, dark city, Qian Renchuan strode across the blackened soil, combing the streets and alleys, and both the inner and outer sections, searching for Tang Hao and Tang San.
He wore the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist. His soul bone skills—three uses of the Invincible Golden Body, Exploding Eight-Stage Throw—had all cooled down, his spirit power back to its peak. In exploring the hidden weapons stored in the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges, he had ascertained both their types and their numbers.
This time, he was determined to kill that disgraceful waste Tang Hao as well as Tang San—that inherently evil scion of the Tang family who dared impersonate him—a treacherous Tang Sect criminal with endless sins.
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