On the other side, inside the carriage heading toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Fengzhi, Chrysanthemum Douluo's cultivation… I'm afraid he has already broken through rank 97." Bone Douluo frowned.
Ning Fengzhi was instantly shocked, then sighed, "This time, Bibi Dong really went too far."
"More than just too far. A dignified Titled Douluo being treated with such disregard—it'd be strange if he wasn't furious." Bone Douluo sneered.
"My guess is Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo left privately without ever informing Bibi Dong, nor revealing their breakthrough in cultivation."
"But, regardless, this is also a good thing for us. It's just a pity our sect doesn't have any extra soul bones over 50,000 years, otherwise we might have been able to pull them in."
"Chrysanthemum Douluo doesn't have a soul bone. Now that he's broken through rank 97, his body has reached its limit. To go further, high-aged soul bones are indispensable. Perhaps that's part of why they chose to leave Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi sighed again. His sect indeed collected many soul bones, but very few of high years.
After all, the sect thrived on being an auxiliary clan. Without battle strength, cultivation was stuck at rank 79. Their clansmen only hunted relatively lower-aged soul beasts, let alone passing down higher-aged soul bones. Most of the 10,000-year soul bones in the sect were bought, but none too high in age. The truly valuable ones—no one would sell.
"If there's a chance to interact, we can try from another angle," he said, dropping the topic.
Turning toward Ning Rongrong, he smiled, "Rongrong, today after seeing him, what do you think of that Yang Yunhai?"
"Ah?" Lost in thought, Ning Rongrong snapped back, raising her head. "He's… pretty amazing."
He really was. She could hardly find a flaw. If anything, maybe he was a little too fond of girls.
"Then, Rongrong, what do you think about making Yang Yunhai your husband?" Ning Fengzhi smiled.
Ning Rongrong froze, then her face flushed red. "Father, what are you saying? He already has a girlfriend!"
"So that means you're satisfied?" Bone Douluo raised a brow.
Ning Rongrong immediately shot him a glare. "Grandpa Bone, don't go matchmaking randomly!"
"I haven't even spoken to him once. We're not even friends, let alone talking about liking him."
As she said that, she suddenly froze, her delicate face turning redder as she looked back at Ning Fengzhi in shock.
"Father… don't tell me you're thinking—"
Ning Fengzhi gave a slight nod. "Father does indeed have that idea. But of course, it still depends on your own attitude. Father won't force you to marry someone you don't like."
"Father can only say this: in father's eyes, he truly is the most suitable choice on the entire continent."
"For you, and for the sect."
"Father… I'm still young." Ning Rongrong's voice grew softer. "And right now, our sect is thriving. With you, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone, our future will only get brighter. Nothing will happen. Plus, there's me—I'll be able to help too."
"Ah, Rongrong… at present, I, Sword, and Bone can indeed still hold the sect together and pave your way. But one day, we will grow old." Ning Fengzhi sighed. "And when that day comes, I truly worry for your safety. This world is survival of the fittest. Once you're no longer strong, everyone will be after their share of the pie. Especially for a support-type clan like ours, without strong protectors, we're nothing but sheep waiting for slaughter. The higher we stand now, the harder we may fall later."
"Over these years, our sect's rapid rise has surely offended countless people in the shadows. They're all eyeing our wealth."
"And furthermore, the continent has been too quiet these years. Father always feels that great upheaval is coming."
"Back then at the Pope Hall, Tang Hao openly clashed. With Spirit Hall's power, do you really believe they couldn't subdue him? You heard what your Grandpa Bone said earlier—Chrysanthemum Douluo has broken through rank 97. Even before, he was at least rank 96. His close friend Ghost Douluo must be similar."
"And they weren't the only ones present. Multiple Titled Douluo attacked together. Yet even so, they were still repelled by Tang Hao's single strike. Do you think that's possible? I am nearly certain—it was deliberate."
"So what reason would make Bibi Dong willingly allow Spirit Hall such humiliation? My conclusion: there must be an unknown conspiracy behind it. Spirit Hall must be scheming something in secret. Now that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been exterminated, the waters are muddied further."
"In the future, great upheaval may sweep across this continent. We cannot just sit and wait for doom."
"Among today's younger generation, the only one with the heart and potential to grow quickly enough to protect you… is Yang Yunhai."
"Putting you at his side, father would be at ease. And cooperation with Dugu Bo is also beneficial to our sect. To better face the coming upheavals, our sect must unite with every force it can."
"Of course, even if you don't marry Yang Yunhai, father can still cooperate with Dugu Bo, and rely on the empire to tide us through the storm."
"It's only… for your and our sect's longer-term future, father leans toward the first choice."
Ning Rongrong was silent for a long time. At last, she raised her head. "Father, if it's your will… your daughter is willing."
She couldn't help but think of Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan—their beauty and talent eclipsed her by far. She felt she had little advantage. Apart from her wealthy background, she didn't seem to stand out.
She recalled how even the gorgeous and talented Huo Wu threw herself at Yang Yunhai only to be refused. Was he unfaithful? He already had Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing. But was he faithful? He also resisted temptation.
Honestly, she had never truly figured out what kind of man Yang Yunhai was.
"This matter isn't urgent." Ning Fengzhi gently ruffled her hair. "Focus on cultivating well. Leave the rest to father."
"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded softly, saying no more.
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Late night, back mountain of Yunhai Academy.
Yang Yunhai sat cross-legged in his room, golden light radiating from his brow, his body glowing with specks of gold. Outside the window, all plants within several hundred meters shimmered with a faint golden hue.
Golden motes drifted from the plants, flowing into his room.
After several hours, the light faded. The surrounding Blue Silver Grass had grown slightly taller.
Yang Yunhai slowly opened his eyes, cracked his neck, then turned his head with a raised brow.
"... " Only to meet a charming sideways glance.
Smiling, Yang Yunhai stood, clasped her hand, and proudly strode into the bathroom.
"Comfortable!" Next door, Dugu Bo stretched lazily as he got up.
With Yang Yunhai's fifth soul skill assisting his cultivation, his progress could only be described as astonishing. Not only his soul power, but also his body and mind had been thoroughly nourished by the life energy. He felt that if this continued, he could break through to rank 97 with ease.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo also smiled. To reach rank 98, all they lacked now was a suitable soul bone to expand their soul power capacity.
"I really hope Tang Hao shows up soon." Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't help but sigh—he was greedy for Tang Hao's soul bone.
"Who isn't?" Dugu Bo nodded deeply. "Enough, let's go to sleep."
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Meanwhile, in Suotuo City.
Rose Hotel.
"Ah!" A shriek suddenly rang out in a room carpeted with rose petals.
In the shadows outside the room, a figure turned and left.
Some time later, inside a small wooden house, Flender stared sorrowfully at Dai Mubai, who lay motionless on the bed.
"The doctor said… death from overindulgence." Qin Ming's face was equally sorrowful as he sighed.
Flender said nothing, turning toward Ma Hongjun. His face had gone pale, a sharp contrast to the flushed Oscar beside him. Flender's heart clenched.
"Teacher… will I…?" Ma Hongjun's voice trembled.
Dai Mubai had held back too long and lost control. But he—he had a Martial Soul defect, and couldn't restrain himself even if he wanted to.
"I'll go to Heaven Dou City and beg Yang Yunhai!"
Flender suddenly shot to his feet.
The others exchanged looks. Qin Ming stepped forward. "Dean Flender, let me accompany you."
"Thank you." Flender nodded gravely.
(End of Chapter)
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