Douluo Continent: The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who intercepted the immortal herb

Chapter 64 The Pride of Swords, The Princess on a Deadly Road

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the holes in the dome.

The floor of the main hall, paved with gold and stone, was covered with cracks and was in a mess.

Su Chen sat upright beside the golden throne.

He rested his chin on one hand, looking languid.

A series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed outside the main hall.

Two figures stepped over the high threshold.

The middle-aged man walking in front wore a moon-white robe and had a refined and approachable demeanor.

He was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Half a step behind him was an elderly man dressed in a snow-white long robe.

The old man had white hair and beard, and his posture was as upright as a pine tree.

He did nothing, yet he exuded an invincible and sharp aura.

The air in the hall seemed to grow heavy with his arrival.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

As soon as Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin entered the hall, their gazes swept across the entire room.

When they saw the three Contra instructors kneeling on the ground with their knees shattered.

Both of their expressions changed slightly.

Chen Xin's gaze instantly locked onto Su Chen.

This young man is so composed.

They were so composed that they didn't even take the royal family and nobles of the Heavenly Dou Empire seriously.

Chen Xin snorted coldly.

He stepped directly past Ning Fengzhi and took a step forward.

He held back his inner soul power.

He was like a deadly sword that had been drawn halfway.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, what domineering methods!"

Chen Xin's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the hall.

As those words fell.

The Shrek students, who had been in despair, suddenly raised their heads.

Our savior has arrived!

Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She immediately ran out of the group and hid behind Ning Fengzhi.

With a powerful backer, this little witch from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School suddenly felt more confident.

She peeked out with her delicate little head.

She pointed at Su Chen and scolded him in a clear but angry voice.

"dad!"

"Grandpa Sword!"

"That's him!"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, her eyes filled with grievance and anger.

"He bullied Tang San and the others because of his strength."

"He's trying to drive us to our deaths!"

"You must stand up for us!"

These words resonated deeply.

Ning Rongrong naturally tied herself completely to Shrek Academy.

She placed Su Chen on the absolute opposite side.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, just about to put on that peacemaker smile and smooth things over.

Su Chen smiled.

He found the scene before him laughable.

Ignorance is bliss.

Su Chen didn't glance at Sword Douluo once throughout the entire process.

He completely ignored the overwhelming, sharp aura that pressed down on him.

His gaze seemed to pierce through Ning Fengzhi.

It landed directly on Ning Rongrong's proud yet stubborn little face.

A playful smile curved Su Chen's lips.

It was a condescending pity.

The hall was completely silent.

Su Chen looked at Ning Rongrong and sighed softly, as if talking to himself.

"The Seven-Jeweled Glazed Tile Pagoda—what a pity."

"The starting point is the peak."

"Behind the glory lies a dead end."

This statement is not resounding.

But it suddenly slipped into Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's ears.

Ning Fengzhi's composed and elegant smile instantly froze.

A look of undisguised horror flashed in his gentle eyes!

Chen Xin's sharp, sword-like eyes suddenly narrowed!

This is the deepest hidden pain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

This is an absolute taboo that has plagued their sect for thousands of years!

The Seven Rings Curse.

This is a core secret known only to the successive sect leaders and guardian Douluo.

How did this blond-haired kid from the Spirit Hall know all this?!

Moreover, he actually exposed it so casually in front of so many people!

Chen Xin was furious.

A chilling, tangible killing intent erupted from his withered body!

The temperature inside the main hall plummeted.

The surrounding dignitaries were forced to retreat repeatedly by this murderous intent, nearly suffocating.

This killing intent transformed into an invisible blade, heading straight for Su Chen's brow!

however.

Faced with the fury of the titled Douluo.

Su Chen remained seated steadily in the chair.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

He felt Xiao Wu's body tense slightly because of this killing intent in his arms.

Su Chen raised a hand and gently patted Xiao Wu's waist reassuringly.

"Don't be afraid."

Then, he picked up the celadon teacup next to him.

He lowered his head and leisurely blew on the floating tea leaves.

Just as that terrifying killing intent was about to touch Su Chen's body...

A sudden change occurred.

Three feet away from Su Chen.

It was as if an invisible wall of sighs had risen from the ground.

That fierce and incomparable killing intent vanished without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

Not even a corner of Su Chen's clothes was stirred by the wind.

Chen Xin gasped.

His expression changed drastically, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulged.

How is that possible?

Although he didn't use his martial spirit just now, it was the supreme sword intent he had nurtured for decades!

They were actually suppressed!

It was silently crushed by a young man who hadn't even released his martial spirit!

Ning Fengzhi also noticed Chen Xin's unusual behavior, and his heart sank.

Su Chen took a sip of tea.

He then slowly raised his eyes.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was hiding behind Ning Fengzhi and whose face had turned pale.

Su Chen's smile deepened.

"In fact, you had the opportunity to surpass all your predecessors."

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's breathing also became rapid involuntarily.

Su Chen paused deliberately for a moment.

He admired the fascinating changes in the expressions on the three people's faces.

Then, he uttered five words.

"Let the Seven-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda..."

"Evolved into the legendary ————"

"Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda".

boom!

These five words are more destructive than any of the previous sentences.

Ning Fengzhi felt a buzzing in his mind.

Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!

That's a divine-level martial soul that only exists in ancient books and legends of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

It is the supreme realm that all the sect leaders of the past have dreamed of reaching!

He not only knew about the dead end of the Seventh Ring Road.

He even knows about evolution?!

Ning Fengzhi's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

His usually composed state of mind was completely thrown into chaos at this moment.

The atmosphere inside the main hall became eerie.

Everyone noticed Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's loss of composure.

Su Chen gave them no chance to catch their breath.

He placed the teacup back on the table.

He flicked his wrist slightly.

A smooth, warm-looking mutton-fat jade box appeared out of thin air in his palm.

In front of everyone, Su Chen opened the lid of the jade box with one hand.

The moment the jade box was opened.

There was no glaring light.

But an indescribable surge of pure soul power rippled through the hall as if it were a tangible force.

A tulip, as vibrant as a rosy cloud, lies quietly in the box.

Its petals shimmer with a dreamlike, ethereal light.

It's incredibly tempting.

Ning Rongrong, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, suddenly trembled.

She stared wide-eyed at the tulip.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul within her body unexpectedly surfaced on its own!

The martial spirit yearns!

It was roaring madly, trying to devour the plant!

Ning Fengzhi also felt the restlessness of his martial soul.

His eyes were red.

Just as the father and daughter were staring intently at the fairy herb, almost losing their minds.

Xiao Wu, sitting in Su Chen's lap, immediately became alert.

Women's intuition is always the sharpest.

Xiao Wu immediately noticed the strange look in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

She pouted.

Without hesitation, she reached out and hugged Su Chen's arm tightly.

She raised her chin and looked at Ning Rongrong with the air of an absolute queen.

"Brother Su Chen!"

Xiao Wu's voice was sweet and cloying, yet it carried a distinct hint of hostility.

"Is this beautiful flower for me?"

Without any hesitation, she stretched out her slender white finger and pointed at Ning Rongrong across from her.

"Who is this woman?"

Why are you staring at your stuff like that?!

"Shameless!"

These words left absolutely no room for leniency.

Ning Rongrong was pampered since childhood and had never been publicly called shameless.

Her cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

But the allure of that magical herb was simply too great.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

At this moment.

Su Chen slightly turned his head, his peripheral vision subtly sweeping over the huge golden nanmu screen on one side of the main hall.

With his current immense mental strength.

He could clearly sense that the hidden golden soul power behind the screen was fluctuating violently.

The person inside began to breathe rapidly.

The emotions were a mixture of deep sorrow and extreme possessiveness.

Qian Renxue was jealous.

Su Chen chuckled inwardly.

His Highness the Crown Prince of the mighty Heaven Dou Empire, and the true young master of the Spirit Hall.

He would also clench his fists in the shadows when he took out a magical herb.

This feeling of being in control of everything is truly irresistible.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze.

He did not answer Xiao Wu's question immediately.

He simply used his other hand to gently pinch Xiao Wu's smooth cheek.

Then.

Su Chen looked again at Ning Fengzhi and his daughter, who were standing at the door, breathing heavily and completely out of control.

He gave a half-smile.

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the jade box.