Chapter 148: The Leaky Little Padded Jacket, the Sorrow of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School
"This matter is of great importance. Tomorrow, I will personally go to discuss it with the High Priest," Qian Xunji said in a deep voice, taking a deep breath.
Su Mo nodded slightly and added, "Disciple has one more thing."
Qian Xunji's heart skipped a beat, "There's more?"
The things Su Mo had spoken of today were more shocking than the last.
He was truly afraid that this kid would say something else earth-shattering.
Seeing this, Su Mo couldn't help but chuckle, "Rest assured, this time it's good news. Disciple accidentally obtained a cultivation method called Spirit Core."
"Spirit Core?" Qian Xunji breathed a sigh of relief, then asked in confusion, "What is that?"
Su Mo immediately explained the concept of the Spirit Core briefly.
After listening, Qian Xunji laughed heartily:
"Hahaha! Good! Very good! With this Spirit Core method, the strength of Spirit Hall will surely rise to another level! How about this, tomorrow you will accompany me to the Hall of Worship."
"Very well, Teacher." Su Mo nodded in agreement.
Qian Xunji put away his smile, a gentle expression appeared on his face, and his tone softened:
"Let's go. Tonight, accompany Teacher for a couple of drinks, and while you're at it, see Xiaoxue. You haven't been back for half a year, and that girl has been talking about you every day."
The master and Disciple walked out of the The Pope's Palace side by side.
Twilight had faded, and the night breeze was slightly cool.
In Qian Xunji's residence, the main hall was brightly lit.
Ling Yuan and Qian Renxue were sitting on the sofa waiting.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and two figures walked in.
"Ah! It's Brother Su Mo!"
Qian Renxue looked up, and her pair of beautiful large eyes instantly lit up.
She sprang up from the sofa, ran over like a happy little deer, rushed to Su Mo's side, tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling.
"Brother Su Mo, when did you get back?"
She completely ignored Qian Xunji, who was standing to the side.
Anyway, she could see Daddy every day, but Brother Su Mo hadn't been back for half a year.
Qian Xunji stood to the side, watching his own daughter affectionately circling Su Mo, and his heart immediately turned sour.
He couldn't help but cough lightly, wanting to attract Qian Renxue's attention.
However, Qian Renxue completely ignored him.
She grabbed Su Mo's hand and ran towards the dining room: "Brother Su Mo, let's go eat something delicious!"
Seeing this, Qian Xunji had no choice but to follow helplessly.
At this moment, the dining table was already filled with food.
Qian Renxue sat down right next to Su Mo, asking questions incessantly while eating:
"Brother Su Mo, where have you been for the past half year?"
"Did you encounter anything interesting?"
"Next time, take Xiaoxue with you, okay?"
Su Mo patiently answered them one by one...
And Qian Xunji, sitting opposite them, watched this scene and downed a few cups of wine in silence.
Sigh... This daughter, truly raised in vain.
...
Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Inside the Sect's main hall, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere was heavy.
Ning Mingyuan, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, and a group of core Elders all had ashen faces, their gazes fixed intently on the center of the hall, at the corpse covered by a white cloth.
It was the corpse of Gu Rong.
At this moment, Chen Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and Sword Qi surged uncontrollably from his body, emitting a faint humming sound in the air.
Although he and Gu Rong always bickered and traded insults at the slightest disagreement, Gu Rong was an old brother with whom he had fought side-by-side for decades, a close friend who had shared life and death.
Now, this old bone was lying there, unable to bicker with him ever again.
"Sect Master!" Chen Xin suppressed his surging anger, "What exactly is going on?!"
Ning Mingyuan sat on the main seat, his face as pale as paper, his aura extremely weak.
He was already old; today, he had first witnessed Gu Rong being killed by a single sword strike, and then, under Su Mo's soul-crushing words, he had been overcome with anxiety and rage.
Perhaps his days were numbered.
He looked at Gu Rong's corpse, his lips trembling, his voice full of sorrow:
"It is the Saint of Spirit Hall, Su Mo. Today, he attacked the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to demand a national treasure. Gu Rong tried to stop him, and the result was..."
"Su Mo?!" Chen Xin's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted angrily, "What a fine Saint of Spirit Hall! I'm going to avenge Old Bone!"
He turned to rush out of the main hall, but was sternly stopped by Ning Mingyuan.
"Chen Xin, wait!" Ning Mingyuan forced himself to hold up his body, his voice weak but not lacking in majesty, "You are not his match, you must absolutely not be impulsive!
If anything happens to you too, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will truly be finished!"
Chen Xin turned back abruptly, disbelieving, saying:
"How old is that kid? Eight years ago, he was only at the Soul King Realm. Even if his talent is Heaven-Defying, how strong could he have gotten in eight years?"
Ning Mingyuan closed his eyes and shook his head bitterly:
"His Soul Power fluctuations are far above yours.
Moreover, his Soul Ring configuration, starting from the fifth Soul Ring, are all at the hundred-thousand-year level, and the ninth Soul Ring is even a gold color that this old man has never heard of.
Do you know, he only used one move, and Gu Rong..."
Ning Mingyuan's voice choked up, and his words came to an abrupt end.
Chen Xin froze in place, as if doused by a basin of cold water, his overflowing anger and killing intent forcibly suppressed by these words.
Killed the level 93 Gu Rong in one move?
He knew Gu Rong's defensive power better than anyone.
That was something even he might not be able to break.
That Su Mo, had actually become strong to this extent?
"But... Sect Master, Old Bone's vengeance cannot be left unavenged!" Chen Xin clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.
"This vengeance is, of course, irreconcilable!" Hatred burned in Ning Mingyuan's eyes,
"But relying solely on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Heaven Dou Empire is not enough to contend with Spirit Hall.
So we cannot be impulsive for now; we must secretly unite with other forces, especially the Clear Sky Sect where Tang Chen sits. Only by forming an alliance will we have a possibility of revenge."
The main hall fell into silence, with only the lights flickering.
A moment later, Ning Mingyuan slowly looked up, scanning everyone in the hall: "Today, since everyone is here, I will announce one more thing."
Everyone's gaze gathered on him.
"Fengzhi." Ning Mingyuan's gaze fell on a young man.
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, bowing his head respectfully: "Father."
"Father... is afraid he cannot hold on for much longer."
"Father, you..." Ning Fengzhi looked up abruptly, his eye sockets instantly reddening.
Ning Mingyuan raised his hand, stopping him from saying anything more:
"No need to say more. After you bury your Uncle Gu, prepare to take over as Sect Master. This burden is yours to carry now."
Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and bowed deeply: "Child... will definitely not fail Father's trust!"
From a young age, he had been groomed as the Young Sect Master, knowing well that everything must prioritize the Sect and the big picture.
Now, facing such a change, he had to shoulder this heavy burden for his father.
"Very good." Ning Mingyuan nodded with satisfaction, then looked around, his voice hoarse but heavy, "Everyone, pass on my order: the entire Sect, mourn for Gu Rong for three days!"
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Everyone answered in unison, their voices shaking the main hall, yet unable to suppress the sorrow and heaviness.
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