Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Main Hall.
Ning Fengzhi sat at his desk, reviewing sect documents. Beside him stood a beautifully made-up maid with fox-like features, carefully serving him tea.
Suddenly, a figure entered the hall and knelt on one knee. It was the Soul Saint he had sent to secretly protect his daughter.
"Your subordinate greets the Sect Master."
Ning Fengzhi glanced up, his eyes instantly turning cold and sharp. He questioned, "I sent you to protect Rongrong's safety. Why did you return without permission?"
"Reporting to Sect Master: The Young Miss is in trouble."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's pupils dilated, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "Then why didn't you stay to protect her?"
"Sect Master, this person's strength far surpasses mine. Just the aura he released was enough to completely suppress me. He is at least a Titled Douluo-level expert!"
"Your subordinate was worried that I wouldn't be able to guarantee the Young Miss's safety against such an opponent. If I acted rashly, it might have put her in even greater danger, so I returned to report first."
"A Titled Douluo?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned. 'How could Shrek Academy have provoked a Titled Douluo?'
He nodded slightly. "You did well this time to assess the situation and prevent further trouble. Tell me the details."
"Reporting to the Sect Master: A couple of days ago, something seemed to have happened at Shrek Academy. Everyone went to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City, where they encountered the Royal Fighting Team. A fierce conflict erupted between them."
"The Royal Fighting Team?"
Ning Fengzhi's pupils constricted, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. If he remembered correctly, the new leader of the Royal Fighting Team was Lin Mu.
Although he had only met him once, he had a very deep impression of the man. Hearing that Lin Mu had defeated two Titled Douluos in succession made him even more attentive.
'Defeating a Titled Douluo with the cultivation of a Soul Saint... this person's future achievements will surely surpass those of Uncle Sword.'
Soon, Ning Fengzhi suppressed his thoughts, his gaze returning to the guard, signaling him to continue.
"I was afraid of being noticed, so I didn't dare get too close. I only vaguely heard... the Young Miss saying something about him hurting her, and the other party refusing to take responsibility."
"Also, the other party seems to be the leader of the Royal Fighting Team."
"What?!"
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically. He abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Last time they met by chance at the Heaven Dou City auction, he had offered the Fox Woman to Lin Mu, but Lin Mu hadn't accepted. Clearly, he was a gentleman. How could he do such a thing?
'Could it be an act?'
Ning Fengzhi quickly dismissed the thought, shaking his head inwardly. 'I must be overthinking it. Rongrong is so young; how can she compare to that Fox Woman?'
In his view, Rongrong was only twelve years old, physically inferior to a mature woman in every way.
'There must be some misunderstanding.'
Moreover, with Lin Mu's talent and strength, he was perfectly worthy of Rongrong. In fact, it could be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would have struck gold with such a match. However, Rongrong was still young; they would need to wait at least a few more years.
Just then, an incomparably sharp sword intent suddenly descended into the hall!
A figure appeared silently, his white hair like frost, his posture as upright as a blade, it was the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.
"Who dares to bully my Rongrong?!"
The Sword Douluo's gaze swept over the Soul Saint guard, the powerful pressure almost suffocating him.
Ning Fengzhi was startled. If Uncle Sword found out about the details, it would likely cause even bigger problems. He quickly waved for the guard to leave.
After the guard left, a gentle smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face. He stood up to greet the elder, saying softly, "Uncle Sword, it's just a small matter. Don't take it to heart."
"A small matter?"
The Sword Douluo snorted coldly, his sword aura surging, brooking no argument. "No matter what, anyone who dares to let Rongrong suffer even the slightest grievance must pay the price."
"Uncle Sword..."
Seeing the Sword Douluo's resolute attitude, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with helplessness. It was Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's unconditional pampering that had fostered Ning Rongrong's spoiled and willful personality.
For anyone else, being taught a lesson by the Sword Douluo wouldn't be a problem.
But Lin Mu was no ordinary person. At such a young age, he had cultivated to the Soul Saint level and possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo, even defeating the Poison Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo in succession.
This showed that Lin Mu possessed the potential to become a Peerless Douluo.
Offending this genius would inevitably bring huge hidden dangers to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
There were only two paths before them: eliminate him immediately, or try every means to win him over.
Unfortunately, Lin Mu was very close to Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince, which directly ruled out the first option. Thus, only the second option remained.
However, Ning Fengzhi knew Uncle Sword's temperament well; he was a man of his word. Once he decided to act, he would definitely take his sword and storm Suotuo City.
"Uncle Sword, I'll go with you. It's been a while since I've seen Rongrong."
At Shrek Academy, Dean's Office.
"Brother Flender, time waits for no one! For the little monsters to participate in the Soul Master Competition, we must go to Heaven Dou City as soon as possible and see what this Blue Tyrant Academy is all about."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Flender, his tone anxious.
Ever since seeing Lin Mu at the Great Soul Arena, he had been restless, plagued by nightmares every night. To get rid of this anxiety, he felt he had to leave Suotuo City as soon as possible.
However, Shrek Academy was Flender's life's work. He couldn't just abandon it at the drop of a hat.
Furthermore, with Qin Ming having just returned, Flender planned to rest for a few days and think things through before heading to Heaven Dou City.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji, seeing Yu Xiaogang becoming increasingly obnoxious, snorted coldly and exposed him. "You make it sound so noble, but you didn't build the academy, so of course you don't care. In the end, this is all for your own sake."
"Bullshit! I'm doing all this for everyone's sake!"
After shouting defensively, Yu Xiaogang changed his tone, speaking with a hint of grievance. "I'm almost frantic with worry about the little monsters' future! Do you know how hard this is for me?!"
"Alright, stop arguing!"
Flender looked weary. He was already annoyed, and now he had to manage his brother's fragile ego.
"It's almost ready. We'll set off tomorrow."
Before he could finish speaking, Flender suddenly felt a heart-palpitating sense of oppression, an aura much stronger than Lin Mu's, that almost made him lose his footing.
Zhao Wuji's expression also changed drastically. 'Could it be that more bad luck is about to befall us?'
Yu Xiaogang, who had the lowest soul power, fared even worse. He once again made intimate contact with the floor.
Fortunately, the oppressive aura came and went quickly, disappearing completely as if nothing had ever happened.
"Dean Flender, please come out for a chat."
Hearing this gentle voice, Flender breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly stepped out of his office.
In mid-air, two figures stood together atop a giant floating sword: an elderly man with white hair in front, and a refined middle-aged man behind him.