Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus and the people from the Clear Sky Sect were indeed specially invited by Ning Fengzhi.

After learning about the Spirit Hall's conspiracy from Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ning Fengzhi secretly sent messages to the two major sects, reminding them to be wary of the Spirit Hall's infiltration and surprise attacks.

But such things are hard to explain in a letter, and Ning Fengzhi was afraid they wouldn't take it seriously.

So, taking advantage of the engagement, they invited people from both families to the banquet, intending to have a private talk afterward.

Now that the people from the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex have arrived, the first step of the plan has been successfully completed.

……

The auspicious time has arrived.

Inside the main hall, red candles burned brightly, and a red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the main hall.

Ning Fengzhi stood in the main seat with a smile on his face.

Wang Teng stood upright on one side of the red carpet.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong walked slowly over, accompanied by Zhu Zhuqing.

Ning Rongrong wore a red dress today, not the bright red of a wedding gown, but a pinkish-red that made her skin look like porcelain and her face like a peach blossom.

She wore several exquisite pieces of jewelry on her head, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows added a touch of charm.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and walked lightly towards Wang Teng.

Zhu Zhuqing walked beside her, wearing a light purple dress, quietly keeping her company. Her gaze shifted back and forth between Wang Teng and Ning Rongrong, a faint smile on her lips.

The two met in the center of the red carpet.

Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Today, my daughter Ning Rongrong is engaged to Wang Teng."

"I am deeply grateful for the presence of all of you distinguished guests."

"From now on, Wang Teng will be the son-in-law of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and also an elder of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"May the two of you be of one mind and one heart, support each other, and cultivate your martial spirit together."

Ning Fengzhi paused, looked at Wang Teng and Ning Rongrong, and continued, "Are you two willing to form this auspicious union?"

"willing."

Wang Teng's voice was steady and clear.

"willing."

Ning Rongrong's voice was soft yet firm.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with smiles.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, quite satisfied.

Applause and congratulations erupted in the hall.

Wang Wu sat in the corner, looking at his son's tall figure, his eyes slightly red.

He secretly wiped the corner of his eye, which was seen by Wang Sheng next to him. Wang Sheng grinned but did not expose him.

Tang Yuehua sat in her seat, clapping softly, her gaze lingering on Wang Teng for a long time.

Besides representing the Clear Sky Sect to offer congratulations, she had another, unknown purpose in attending the engagement ceremony—she wanted to see for herself what kind of person the boy who caused Tang San to lose twice in the Soul Master Competition was.

Salas clapped his hands a few times expressionlessly, his gaze indifferent.

Flanders clapped his hands, a hint of emotion on his face.

As the applause subsided, Ning Fengzhi raised his glass and said, "Gentlemen, please drink this cup to the brim!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

The main hall was filled with laughter and chatter, and toasts were exchanged.

Wang Teng and Ning Rongrong stood side by side, receiving blessings from the guests.

Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly behind Ning Rongrong, a faint smile always on her face.

Outside the window, the sun shines brightly, and a cool mountain breeze blows.

The banners of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fluttered in the wind, and the pagoda pattern on the banners shone brightly in the sunlight.

Chapter 396 Xue Qinghe in Action

The lively atmosphere of the engagement ceremony completely dissipated by the morning of the second day.

As dawn broke, several carriages had already gathered in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's mountain gate.

Tang Yuehua and Yu Luomian, each accompanied by their entourage, bid farewell to Ning Feng.

"Sect Leader Ning, thank you for your kind hospitality."

Tang Yuehua bowed slightly, her light blue dress fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.

"Yuehua has come not only to offer congratulations, but also to convey the greetings of Haotian Sect to your sect."

"I will certainly relay what the sect leader said yesterday to my elder brother."

Ning Fengzhi returned the greeting with a cupped hand and said solemnly, "Thank you for your trouble, Lady Yuehua."

"The Spirit Hall has been making frequent moves in recent years, revealing its ambitions. We, the three upper sects, are of the same ilk and should help each other."

"Please convey to Sect Leader Tang that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to exchange information with the Haotian School at any time to discuss countermeasures."

Tang Yuehua nodded, said nothing more, and turned to get into the carriage.

Yu Luomian stood beside another carriage, arms crossed, a thoughtful expression on his rugged face.

He glanced at Ning Fengzhi and said in a low voice, "Fengzhi, I will report what you said last night to my elder brother."

"If the Spirit Hall really dares to touch the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus, we will not sit idly by and wait to die."

"Brother Luo Mian, it's best to be careful."

Ning Fengzhi patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "The Spirit Hall has been secretly building its strength over the years, and its power far exceeds our imagination."

"It's not that I'm trying to boost the morale of others while diminishing my own. If it really comes to that, preserving our strength is more important than indulging in momentary pleasure."

Yu Luomian was silent for a moment, then nodded, turned around and got into the car.

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance as two carriages drove down the mountain road one after the other and disappeared into the morning mist.

Ning Fengzhi stood in front of the mountain gate, watching the two cars drive away. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a deep solemnity.

Last night, he told Tang Yuehua and Yu Luomian about the Spirit Hall's plan to unify the continent, its infiltration of various forces, its efforts to win over wavering sects, and its potential surprise attacks on major families.

However, Ning Fengzhi didn't mention a single word about Qian Renxue impersonating Xue Qinghe.

That matter is too sensitive and involves too many people; the fewer people who know about it before the time is right, the better.

Afterwards, Ning Fengzhi turned around and walked back to the sect, his steps unhurried.

……

Inside the mountain gate, Xue Qinghe had not yet left.

His Highness the Crown Prince was dressed in casual clothes today, wearing a moon-white robe with a jade belt around his waist. He was playing with a jade pendant in his hand and was standing under an ancient pine tree by the square, seemingly admiring the scenery.

The guards stood at a distance of twenty paces, not daring to approach.

"teacher."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi approach, Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, put the jade pendant into her sleeve, and said, "Did you send him away?"

"They've been seen off."

Ning Fengzhi walked to Xue Qinghe's side, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Why doesn't Your Highness stay a little longer? Although the sect is simple, we still have coarse tea and plain food."

"If this place is so simple, then the imperial palace of Tiandou City is probably just a thatched hut."

Xue Qinghe chuckled lightly, speaking casually, "I stayed behind to have a word with my teacher."

"Some things, if kept inside for too long, you just have to get them out."

Ning Fengzhi's heart stirred slightly, but he remained calm on the surface and asked, "Your Highness, please speak freely."

Xue Qinghe was silent for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, before slowly speaking: "Teacher, do you know that before the Soul Master Competition, that bastard Xue Beng drove Shrek Academy away?"

"Those students from Shrek Academy, judging from this competition, they can be considered genius Soul Masters. They specifically joined the Heaven Dou Team before, but unfortunately, they were wiped out by the Avalanche..."

Xue Qinghe sighed heavily.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and said, "I have also heard about this matter."

"Prince Xue Beng is impulsive and acts without thinking. Tang San performed exceptionally well in the Soul Master Competition and could have been used by Heaven Dou. It's a real pity that he's gone now."

"It's more than just a pity."

Xue Qinghe's tone was unusually tinged with resentment as he said, "Teacher has personally witnessed Tang San's talent."

"The son of Haotian Douluo, with twin martial souls, will at least become a regional overlord in the future."

"Such a person should have been a pillar of the Heaven Dou Empire, but he was driven away by that纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled brat) named Xue Beng."

"Father not only did not punish Xue Beng, but also spoke up for him, saying that 'there is no need to make a fuss about a minor friction between young people.'"

Xue Qinghe shook his head and gave a wry smile: "Father is getting old and is increasingly favoring this youngest son."

"As the Crown Prince, my words in court are less effective than Xue Beng's coquettishness."

Ning Fengzhi listened, his thoughts churning.

He had heard similar things from Xue Qinghe before.

Whenever His Highness the Crown Prince complained about the avalanche or the Emperor's favoritism towards his youngest son during the snowy night, Ning Fengzhi would just laugh it off and casually brush it off.

Ning Fengzhi said things like, "Your Highness is overthinking it. His Majesty is wise and will surely deliver justice," and "Your Highness Xue Beng is still young; he'll be fine when he grows up."

However, today, Ning Fengzhi has no intention of being perfunctory anymore.

"Your Highness."

Ning Fengzhi turned around, looked into Xue Qinghe's eyes, and said in a sincere and solemn tone, "Your Majesty is getting old and is inevitably a little... confused."

"But the future of the Heavenly Dou Empire ultimately depends on Your Highness."

"Oh?"