Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

On the day of the engagement, just as dawn was breaking, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School became lively.

The sect disciples started working before dawn, making up for any areas that hadn't been properly arranged the day before.

Inside the main hall, red candles burned brightly, a red carpet was laid out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and flowers and fruits.

Wang Teng changed into a brand new formal suit, a dark blue brocade robe embroidered with silver cloud patterns, and a white jade belt around his waist, making him look exceptionally energetic.

He stood in the lounge on the side of the main hall, looking out the window at the crowds coming and going, and felt a rare sense of tension.

"Little brother!"

A familiar voice came from behind Wang Teng.

Wang Teng turned around and saw his older brother, Wang Sheng, walking in quickly.

Wang Sheng was also wearing a new outfit today, a dark blue robe, and his hair was neatly combed, but his expression was even more nervous than Wang Teng's.

His eyes darted around, and he didn't know where to put his hands; sometimes he put them in his pockets, sometimes he put them behind his back, and sometimes they hung down at his sides.

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

Wang Teng couldn't help but laugh.

"I... I'm nervous."

Wang Sheng swallowed hard and said, "I heard that the people outside are all important figures."

"What sect leader, what bishop, what clan chief... I'm just a lowly Soul Venerable, how could I have ever seen such a scene?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"

Wang Teng patted his older brother on the shoulder and laughed, "You're my older brother, what are they going to do to you?"

"Besides, isn't Dad perfectly fine?"

Wang Sheng turned his head and glanced at Wang Wu, who was sitting in the corner drinking tea.

Although Wang Wu hadn't seen much of the world, his age and experience made him calm and composed. His dark face remained impassive, and his hand holding the teacup was steady, showing no sign of nervousness.

"Dad was just putting on a brave face."

Wang Sheng lowered his voice, pursed his lips, and whispered, "I saw his hand shaking just now."

Wang Teng almost burst out laughing, but quickly held it back and said seriously, "Big brother, just treat them as ordinary people."

"Say hello when you should, laugh when you should, no one will criticize you."

"alright."

Wang Sheng took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and tried to appear less nervous.

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Just after 9:00 AM, the guests began to arrive one after another.

Those who came were not ordinary people.

The leaders of the major powers would naturally not personally attend an engagement ceremony.

After all, an engagement is not a wedding, so the scale is not that high.

But those who came were all the second or third-in-command of their respective factions; any one of them could be a well-known figure in the Douluo Continent.

Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall of Heaven Dou City, was the first to arrive.

He wore a magnificent bishop's robe, with a golden cross hanging on his chest, and his face was stern and unsmiling.

Ning Fengzhi personally went out to greet him. The two exchanged a few pleasantries at the entrance of the hall, and then Salas was led to his seat in the VIP section.

The one from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan was Yu Luomian, Yu Tianheng's father, and also an important figure in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

He was tall and imposing, with a powerful stride and piercing eyes, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

He shook hands with Ning Fengzhi, exchanged a few polite words, and then took his seat under the guidance of a waiter.

Flander came from Shrek Academy.

Flanders, dressed in a simple gray robe, stood out somewhat from the splendidly dressed guests around him, but he appeared calm and his gaze sharp.

He first congratulated Ning Fengzhi, then walked up to Wang Teng, looked him up and down, and nodded.

"Not bad, kid."

After saying that, he turned around and found a place to sit down, quick and efficient.

Wang Teng watched Flander's retreating figure, and sighed inwardly.

The dean is still the same as always.

Just when everyone thought that the guests had arrived, a loud announcement suddenly came from outside the hall.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

Salas paused slightly in his teacup, his gaze thoughtfully drifting out of the hall.

Yu Luomian and Flander also stood up, their faces showing varying degrees of surprise.

No one expected that Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, would personally attend an engagement ceremony.

Ning Fengzhi strode out of the main hall, with Wang Teng following behind him.

Soon, the square outside the palace was filled with people.

A troop of royal knights clad in golden armor stood in formation, their banners waving.

Xue Qinghe walked slowly from behind, a smile on his face, dressed in white, with an elegant demeanor.

"Your Highness, I am deeply sorry for failing to greet you properly."

Ning Fengzhi bowed respectfully, his tone both courteous and measured.

"Teacher, there's no need for such formalities."

Xue Qinghe quickly stepped forward, took Ning Fengzhi's arm with both hands, and said with a smile, "You are my teacher, and Rongrong is my junior sister."

"My junior sister is getting engaged. How could I, as her senior brother, not attend?"

Xue Qinghe's voice was gentle and kind, and his gaze was sincere. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a prince who respected his teachers and was approachable.

Ning Fengzhi felt a mix of emotions.

He knew, of course, that the "Xue Qinghe" in front of him was a fake, an imposter named Qian Renxue, the daughter of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

But at this moment, Ning Fengzhi could only pretend that he knew nothing and gratefully welcomed Xue Qinghe into the main hall.

"Your Highness, please."

Xue Qinghe entered the main hall, his gaze sweeping over the guests present. His eyes lingered on Salas for a moment, and he nodded slightly before taking his seat in the main guest seat.

Salas held his teacup, staring blankly at Xue Qinghe's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Just as everyone had settled back into their seats, another announcement came from outside the hall—

"Tang Yuehua has arrived at Haotian Sect!"

The atmosphere inside the hall became subtle once again.

All eyes were drawn to the palace gate.

The Haotian Sect, the head of the three upper sects, which has been in seclusion for many years, has actually sent people here.

Salas's expression finally changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He put down his teacup, glanced indifferently at the palace gate, and his lips twitched slightly, whether in a cold smile or disdain was unclear.

Ning Fengzhi got up again and went out to greet them.

Outside the palace gate, a woman of elegant bearing walked gracefully in.

Tang Yuehua looked to be in her thirties, with delicate features and a touch of heroism between her brows, but the soul power fluctuations emanating from her body were not very impressive.

It is common knowledge that Tang Yuehua is unable to cultivate.

She wore an elegant light blue dress, her hair was styled in a high bun and adorned with a jade hairpin. She looked like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, serene and composed.

Tang Yuehua is the younger sister of Tang Xiao, the sect leader of the Haotian Sect, Tang San's aunt, and the owner of Yuexuan in Tiandou City.

"It is my great honor to have Ms. Yuehua grace us with her presence."

Ning Fengzhi bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"You're too kind, Sect Leader Ning."

Tang Yuehua bowed slightly, her voice clear and gentle, and said softly, "The three sects are of one mind and one branch. With Miss Rongrong's engagement, the Haotian Sect is here to offer our congratulations."

"However, clan affairs are busy, and my elder brother is unable to come in person, so Yuehua will do it on his behalf. I hope Sect Leader Ning will understand."

"Not at all, Ms. Yuehua's presence is already a great honor for me."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and led Tang Yuehua into the main hall.

Tang Yuehua entered the main hall, her gaze calmly sweeping across the faces of the guests present.

Finally, her gaze fell on Wang Teng, and after a few more glances, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Salas sat in his seat, expressionless.

Tang Yuehua was unable to cultivate, and in his eyes she was just an ordinary noblewoman, not worth mentioning.

The Haotian Sect sent Tang Yuehua simply to appease the three upper sects.

Salas picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then stopped paying attention.

Xue Qinghe sat in the main seat, his gaze lingering on Tang Yuehua for a moment before turning to Ning Fengzhi and casually asking, "Teacher, I didn't expect that both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Clear Sky Sect would send people?"

"The three sects are indeed closely related."

"Haha, it's probably because of the reputation of the three upper sects. I didn't specifically invite them."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and brushed it off lightly.

He didn't say much.