Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

"Hahahaha! Excellent! You truly are the prodigy of my Spirit Hall!" Seeing Qin Heng cleanly and decisively defeat Bone Douluo Gu Rong, Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter, like rolling thunder, echoed above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, filled with joy and pride.

His dignified old face was now beaming with joy. He flashed to Qin Heng's side and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

At this moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo made no attempt to hide his admiration for Qin Heng: "Boy, you really brought honor to the Spirit Hall today! To defeat a Title Douluo head-on as a Soul Emperor is a feat worthy of being recorded in the annals of the continent! When I get back, I must tell my elder brother and the others in detail about your achievements today, so they can be happy too."

Qin Heng smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa Golden Crocodile. I only managed to win by a single move or two."

Qin Heng's words were not mere modesty; he had indeed won by a move or two. He had defeated Bone Douluo, but Bone Douluo's soul power was completely exhausted, making it difficult for him to even lift an arm. Now, any Soul Master could easily kill him.

In stark contrast to the jubilation on Golden Crocodile Douluo's side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was deathly silent.

Ning Fengzhi stood on the high platform, his face extremely pale. His handsome face was now ashen, and his hands were clenched into fists in his sleeves, his knuckles turning white.

Three defeats in three battles!

This is not just a matter of losing face; it also means that, according to the previous bet, his eldest son Ning Chen and his most beloved daughter Ning Rongrong will be taken to the Spirit Hall for "learning".

While they claimed to be studying, anyone with eyes could see that the two of them went to the Spirit Hall, essentially becoming hostages in disguise.

Ning Fengzhi was heartbroken. He desperately wanted to break the agreement and take advantage of Qin Heng's exhaustion after a fierce battle to order the killing of this prodigy right here!

But he dared not, because standing beside Qin Heng was a level 99 Limit Douluo—Golden Crocodile Douluo—who stood at the pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent.

If he dares to make a move, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will face annihilation.

But Ning Fengzhi was extremely unwilling to watch his son and daughter being taken away.

After much hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and jogged down from the platform. He approached Golden Crocodile Douluo and Qin Heng, bowed deeply, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty Golden Crocodile, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to offer half of its wealth, only begging Your Majesty to show mercy and not take my son and daughter away. I implore Your Majesty to grant us leniency!"

These words caused another uproar in the room.

The elders and disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School all wore expressions of humiliation, yet they were helpless.

Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo's smile vanished instantly. He let out a cold snort, and unleashed the terrifying soul power pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo upon Ning Fengzhi without reservation!

"Ning Fengzhi, do you think I'm doing business with you?" A terrifying pressure descended like a mountain. Ning Fengzhi groaned, his face turning deathly pale, and he staggered.

Upon seeing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin immediately stepped forward, drew his Seven Kill Sword, and fully unleashed his Seven Kill Domain, barely managing to block most of the oppressive force for Ning Fengzhi.

"Your Majesty, Golden Crocodile, please calm your anger!" Chen Xin said in a deep voice.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened completely, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He was about to make a move.

Just then, Qin Heng suddenly spoke up: "Grandpa Golden Crocodile, please wait."

Golden Crocodile Douluo paused, then turned to look at Qin Heng.

Qin Heng stepped forward, his gaze calm as he looked at Ning Fengzhi. His voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Sect Leader Ning, isn't it a bit too late for you to plead for mercy now? Before the three matches, we made a deal in front of everyone. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three great sects, do you intend to be the kind of person who goes back on their word and breaks their promise?"

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, his eyes filled with pain and struggle, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Young Master Qin, Fengzhi is willing to offer half of the sect's wealth as compensation, only asking that you spare my children. They are still young and it is really not suitable for them to leave the sect..."

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's appearance, Qin Heng's eyes flashed with a calculating look. He knew what Ning Fengzhi cared about most, and he also knew that for the Spirit Hall, the most important thing right now was to acquire someone who could split up or even lead the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future.

Thinking of this, Qin Heng turned to Golden Crocodile Douluo and bowed slightly, saying, "Grandpa Golden Crocodile, this matter is of great importance. Why don't we go to the main hall with Sect Leader Ning to discuss it in detail?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo gave Qin Heng a deep look, understood his meaning, and immediately nodded, saying, "Alright, as you say."

He turned and gave Ning Fengzhi a cold glance:

"Sect Leader Ning, lead the way!"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up. If they were willing to talk, it meant there was room for negotiation. Ning Fengzhi quickly forced a smile and gestured for them to enter: "Please, both of you."

Ning Fengzhi led Qin Heng and Golden Crocodile Douluo to the most solemn and majestic council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Tea and chairs had already been prepared in the main hall, and the three of them took their seats. Golden Crocodile Douluo sat in the host's seat, his imposing aura still commanding, while Qin Heng sat calmly to the side, his posture relaxed.

After the waiter served the spiritual tea, Qin Heng took a sip and slowly said, "Sect Leader Ning, why don't we invite your sect's two heirs here first? Once they've met, we can discuss things further."

Ning Fengzhi's hand tightened slightly on his teacup, a hint of struggle and resentment flashing in his eyes. But under the overwhelming pressure of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, he finally nodded and ordered the elder beside him in a deep voice, "Go, bring Chen'er and Rongrong here."

Before long, the two young men and women were led into the main hall by the elders.

Qin Heng's gaze naturally fell on Ning Rongrong first.

She had short, ear-length hair, wore an elegant blue and white dress, and had delicate, petite features. Her light purple eyes were lively and charming, and her skin was as fair and smooth as fine porcelain. Overall, she looked like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll, making her very endearing.

The boy on the other side is Ning Fengzhi's eldest son, Ning Chen. He is sixteen years old this year. He is wearing a blue robe and his brows already show some of his father's elegance and depth. He has a calm temperament and his appearance is also six or seven parts similar to Ning Fengzhi.

Qin Heng's gaze slowly swept over the brother and sister, his expression calm on the surface, but a clear plan was already forming in his mind.

His main purpose for this trip was to find an equally matched opponent to practice against. Besides that, he also wanted to find someone who would be able to split the sect in the future, or even completely take control of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect after Ning Feng's death.

The brother and sister in front of him were clearly the best choice. A cold glint flashed in Qin Heng's eyes as he decided to play a cruel trick on the two children right here and now.

He smiled slightly, looked at Ning Fengzhi, and asked in a gentle yet direct tone, "Sect Master Ning, may I ask about your son and daughter's innate soul power? What level have they reached?"

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment, but ultimately answered truthfully:

"My eldest son, Ning Chen, is sixteen years old this year. He has a level seven innate soul power and is now a level thirty-two Soul Master. My daughter, Ning Rongrong, is nine years old this year. She has a level nine innate soul power and is now an eighteenth-level Soul Master."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light immediately flashed in Qin Heng's eyes.

Especially when he heard that Ning Rongrong had innate full soul power at level nine, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

When Ning Fengzhi saw Qin Heng's appearance, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

Qin Heng did not respond immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong, a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "Rongrong, right? Innate full soul power level nine, truly a rare genius. And your martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, your future achievements are limitless."

He then looked at Ning Chen, his tone and expression unchanged: "Ning Chen is also quite good. He is at the seventh level of the Innate Realm and the thirty-second level of the Soul Venerable Realm. At the age of sixteen, he has already achieved such accomplishments and can be considered a young prodigy."

Ning Chen lowered his head slightly in response, while Ning Rongrong stared at Qin Heng with her beautiful purple eyes, looking at him with curiosity and a hint of hostility.

Seeing this, Qin Heng's smile softened even more, but he suddenly changed the subject, his voice ringing out clearly in the council hall: "Sect Leader Ning, with your son and daughter's talents, what do you think is the highest level they could reach if they stayed in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Ning Fengzhi fell silent; he was all too aware of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's martial soul flaws.

Qin Heng smiled and said, "It seems that Sect Master Ning is also well aware that the two of them staying in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will most likely stop at level 79 Soul Saint, just like you."

"Judging from what Young Master Qin is saying, does the Spirit Hall perhaps possess a method that can help my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda break free from its shackles?"

"I don't know about that. I only heard Grandpa Qian say that if the Angel God bestows divine grace, it can help a person's martial soul evolve."

He suddenly stood up, walked to Ning Rongrong and Ning Chen, looked down at the two children, and said in a gentle but tempting tone: "You must know very well that if you stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you will never have the chance to break the shackles of your martial soul."

But it's different in my Spirit Hall's Azure Lotus Sect. As long as your talent is good enough, you can obtain almost unlimited resources, including asking the Angel God to bestow blessings and help your spirit evolve.

Qin Heng's words were like two sharp blades, piercing deeply into the hearts of Ning Fengzhi and the two children.

Ning Fengzhi's face instantly turned ashen, and he abruptly stood up: "Qin Heng! You!"

Qin Heng didn't even look at him, but instead gazed gently into Ning Rongrong's bright purple eyes, and asked softly, "Ning Chen, Ning Rongrong, do you want to become stronger? Do you want to become the first person on this continent to break the shackles of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

As soon as Qin Heng finished speaking, Ning Rongrong glared at him angrily, her beautiful light purple eyes filled with anger and vigilance.

"Hmph! You big bad guy! Don't think Rongrong doesn't know, you just want to take Rongrong away from Daddy! Rongrong doesn't want to leave Daddy!" After the little girl finished speaking, she took three steps at a time and quickly ran behind Ning Fengzhi, tightly grabbing her father's clothes, only showing half of her little head, and glaring angrily at Qin Heng.

Looking at her like this, Qin Heng couldn't help but smile with amusement.

Ning Chen stood silently in place. He already knew the results of the three matches from the sect elders, including the crushing defeat of Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Now that things have come to this, unless the boy in front of them gives in, one of the siblings will definitely be taken away.

He just stood there silently, his lowered eyes calm, yet carrying a hint of bitterness he had long anticipated.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a comfortable level, Qin Heng clicked his tongue softly, turned his gaze to Ning Fengzhi, and said with a half-smile, "Tsk tsk, Sect Leader Ning, you just said you were willing to use half of the sect's wealth to ensure that the two children don't go to the Spirit Hall, right?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded with difficulty, his face pale.

Qin Heng leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, and said slowly, "Originally, I planned to take both children with me, but now I've changed my mind."

He paused deliberately, and after seeing a glimmer of hope in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, he continued, "Sect Leader Ning, please offer 30% of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's resources. I will only take one of these two children. As for which one, that's up to Sect Leader Ning to decide! Stop haggling; this is my bottom line."

Upon hearing this, the air in the entire council hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Ning Fengzhi felt his hands and feet were ice cold, and a bone-chilling cold rushed from his spine to the top of his head.

He instantly understood Qin Heng's sinister intentions. This was not a negotiation at all, but a naked attempt to kill and destroy his spirit!

In front of his two children, he, as the father, had to make the choice himself.

The one who stayed behind needs no further explanation, but the one who was abandoned will inevitably harbor resentment towards his father and the sect.

Once this seed of resentment is planted, it could very well become a sharp blade aimed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future.

Ning Fengzhi's face was ashen, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands were trembling slightly.

He looked at Ning Chen, then at Ning Rongrong who was hiding behind him, clutching his clothes tightly, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

The main hall was deathly silent.

For a long, long time...

Ning Fengzhi slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks. He trembled as he reached out and hugged Ning Rongrong tightly, his voice hoarse and almost inhuman: "Rongrong, stay... Chen'er... will... will go to the Spirit Hall with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Chen's body visibly trembled.

He raised his head and looked at his father, a complex look of "I knew it" flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just lowered his head silently, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips.

His younger sister was far more talented than him and was their father's most beloved daughter, so he was the one who would be abandoned.

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then burst into tears, clinging tightly to Ning Fengzhi's neck and crying out, "Daddy! No! Rongrong doesn't want brother to leave! Why did you let the bad guys take brother away?"

Ning Fengzhi held his daughter, tears finally streaming down his face, but he could only gently pat her back, his voice choked with emotion: "Rongrong, be good... this is the sect's decision..."

Qin Heng sat to the side, taking in the whole scene. A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. This was exactly the effect he wanted.