Chapter 118. The paper I haven't signed is toilet paper.
When Tang Xiao saw Ning Fengzhi, instead of showing a hint of gratitude, he frowned and stared silently at his broken arm.
This arm was the one he was most adept at using the Clear Sky Hammer. Without it, without his Qi and blood, even with his innate 9.5-level spirit power, he would remain at this level for life, a Titled Douluo at level 94. Because of the loss of his right hand, Tang Xiao couldn't even display the power of a Titled Douluo at level 94.
Thinking of this, Tang Xiao's heart suddenly darkened. The once Clear Sky Twins, a promising young man, had now become a cripple.
Ning Fengzhi soon healed Tang Xiao and asked with concern, "Tang Xiao, how are you feeling now?"
Tang Xiao replied, "As expected of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, it healed most of my injuries. Sadly, my severed arm is gone."
Ning Fengzhi said, "I'm deeply sorry about that. The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda isn't a panacea."
Tang Xiao waved his hand and said, "Alright, Ning Fengzhi, stop being so hypocritical."
"Tang Xiao, what do you mean? The Sect Master just saved you," Gu Rong said, immediately annoyed.
Tang Xiao said, "Hmph, I can heal this little injury myself. When the Haotian Sect was facing a life-or-death crisis, you, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, stepped aside. Now that the Haotian Sect has fallen like this, you're jumping out and offering some petty favors. Ning Fengzhi, don't think I don't know what you mean."
"Tang Xiao, Fengzhi, that's not what I meant. The Spirit Hall is powerful, and we, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect," Ning Fengzhi argued.
"If you're timid, you're timid. There's no point in making excuses." Tang Xuan approached, looking at Ning Fengzhi coldly. "From the moment your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect stood by and ignored us, the idea that the three upper sects were all of the same blood has become a joke. We, the Haotian Sect, don't need an ally who would just stand by and watch when things get tough."
Tang Lie looked at Ning Fengzhi coldly and said, "Well, now that our Haotian Sect has weakened, the throne of the world's number one sect finally belongs to your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Hold on to it. I hope you can withstand the pressure from the Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi was about to say something when he suddenly felt the unfriendly glances from everyone in the Haotian Sect.
Bitterness filled his heart. From the moment he chose to watch the fire from the other side, he had already betrayed the Haotian Sect. The idea of the three upper sects being all of the same blood would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But he had just held the Spirit Hall's blade to his neck. If he dared to side with the Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be drawn into the conflict. Thinking of Qian Xunji's breathtaking strength, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong would likely die here, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be destroyed. How could Ning Fengzhi afford such a price?
He could only choose the lesser of two evils, choosing to stand aside and watch the flames burn to preserve the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. But the price of doing so was obvious: the loss of the Clear Sky Sect's friendship.
Ning Fengzhi was furious at this thought. He was angry at the Spirit Hall. It was just a few dead peasants; why would the Spirit Hall make such a fuss? If it weren't for today's incident, their Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect could still be united with the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect.
"Master, since ancient times, it's easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide timely assistance. Now that the Haotian Sect is truly furious, let's not provoke them. I believe they'll figure it out in a few years," said Gu Rong.
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "I hope so."
Elsewhere, the rats finished their formalities and left the Haotian Sect headquarters, heading for the reserved area agreed upon by Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu.
The two Titled Douluos, Qianjun Jiangmo, led a legion of angels to supervise them.
"Hurry up, rats! If you don't leave, you'll be whipped."
"You've left the team. Kill them!"
"You want to resist? Do you have the strength? I'll whip you hard."
Faced with the Spirit Hall's pressure, the members of the Haotian Sect could only lower their heads, their eyes reddening, and they pressed on, breathless, without stopping for a moment. If they fell behind, the Spirit Hall's butcher knife would be ready.
Finally, after several days of trekking, and urged by the Spirit Hall, the Haotian Sect arrived in front of the rat nest.
Tang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "We've finally arrived! This is the reserved land that Ancestor Tang Chen left for us."
The rats breathed a sigh of relief, and they all headed towards the Haotian Sect's former site. Crossing the cliff, Tang Xuan saw the Spirit Hall members about to enter and hurriedly said,
"Qianjun Douluo, have you forgotten the agreement between Qian Daoliu and Ancestor Tang Chen?"
The rats felt an immense sense of security. The reserved land left for them by their ancestor, and with the lingering influence of his ancestor, no one from the Spirit Hall dared to act rashly.
Tang Xiao's smug expression finally returned. He placed one arm on his hip and proudly declared, "Qian Daoliu and my grandfather agreed that after Qian Daoliu's death, this place is forbidden to the Spirit Hall. No one from the Spirit Hall is allowed to set foot on the former site of our Haotian Sect."
However, the next moment, a Coiling Dragon Staff swung directly into Tang Xiao's face. Tang Xiao's mouth was twisted, and his teeth were knocked out in a mouthful of blood. His body was hit hard and slammed onto the cliff, leaving a human-like imprint.
"You deserve a beating for your bad mouth." Demon Subduing Douluo retracted the Coiling Dragon Staff, his foot already on the ground of the former Haotian Sect site.
"You, Demon Subduing Douluo, you broke your promise," Tang Xuan said angrily.
"Our Pope said that the Spirit Hall is not allowed to set foot on the former site of the Mouse Sect. Do you have any evidence?" Demon Subduing Douluo waved his hand.
"This is an agreement between our two Limit Douluos," Tang Xuan said through gritted teeth.
Qianjun also crossed over, standing in front of Tang Xuan and saying, "A verbal agreement? Who knows if there really was one? Besides, even if there was a written agreement, our Pope has said that any paper he hasn't signed is toilet paper. So what if our Spirit Hall has trampled on the old site of your Rat Sect?"
The Demon-Subduing Douluo arrived in front of the former site of the Haotian Sect and saw a huge plaque with three large characters:
Haotian Sect.
The Demon-Subduing Douluo picked up the Coiling Dragon Staff and struck it, shattering the Haotian Sect plaque on the spot. The fragments fell to the ground.
"You—"
Seeing the sect's plaque shattered, the rats' eyes turned red and they gasped for breath. One rat gritted his teeth and said, "What right do you have to shatter our sect's plaque?"
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