Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 181 The tip of the needle versus the awn of wheat

The elegant and easy-going smile on Ning Fengzhi's face disappeared, replaced by an endless chill like ten thousand years of ice.

"In the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, there are only a handful of people who know about the divine inheritance, and they are all here. There is absolutely no possibility of leakage."

"Duke Lin Rong, how did you know?"

"Uncle Jian has a bad temper. I hope you can answer me truthfully."

Ning Fengzhi's words seemed to be threatening, but little did he know that a storm was brewing in his heart.

Just as he said, the only people in the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect who knew about this matter were himself, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar.

But what puzzled Ning Fengzhi was that Lin Rong not only knew that his daughter and Oscar were the inheritors of the gods, he even knew the titles of the gods' inheritance that his daughter and Oscar had obtained.

You know, even Ning Rongrong and Oscar himself, as the inheritors of the gods, only knew the names of the gods after they were recognized by the inheritance in the artifact.

"Master Ning, you are Xue Qinghe's teacher." Facing the threats from the two Title Douluo, Lin Rong acted unconcerned, leaning back in his chair leisurely, and said:

"You know better than anyone here what a crime it is to assassinate a hereditary duke."

"Besides, I am the only one in my Lin family. After my death, the empire will have only two hereditary dukes instead of three."

"If you do this, you will put the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in the center of the raging storm. How long do you think you can keep the fact that the two of your family are the heirs of the gods a secret?"

"I'd like to kindly remind you that there were 26 shooting stars that night, and it's not just the two of you in your family who will inherit the throne of godhood."

"Really?" Ning Fengzhi stretched out his hand to stop Jian Douluo from attacking Lin Rong. With a gleam in his eyes, he said firmly:
"Duke Lin Rong is telling Feng Zhi that you are also a descendant of a god, right?"

As Ning Fengzhi said this, the doubts in his heart were alleviated a lot.

If Lin Rong is also the descendant of the gods, then some things can be explained.

Hearing this, Lin Rong said without comment:

"I am the descendant of the gods, barely."

After all, his divinity comes from the bloodline of the God of Thunder, so it's not impossible to say that he is the heir of God.

Ning Fengzhi said inwardly, "As expected," and waved his hand to signal Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to put away their martial spirits and spirit rings.

“Duke Lin, since you, Rongrong, Xiao Ao and the others are all inheritors of the gods, you should also know how great the temptation of this inheritance is to the world.”

"Especially for a god inheritor who has not yet grown up. If people knew about it, it would definitely cause countless soul masters to hunt him down and fight for him."

"My Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is one of the top three sects. We have many subordinate spirit masters, two titled Douluo, and countless connections."

“Even so, my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect dare not let the world know that Rongrong and Xiaoao are the inheritors of the gods.”

"And you only have one top-level fighter like Old Yu, who is also a newly promoted Titled Douluo who just broke through the seal a few years ago. You can't let outsiders know your identity as the inheritor of the gods."

"We all have the same secret that cannot be known to outsiders, and we have a basis for unity."

"If I guess correctly, you stayed to find me because of this matter."

At the end, Ning Fengzhi added another sentence and asked:

"By the way, what is the name of the god you inherited?" Lin Rong did not answer Ning Fengzhi's last question, but spoke arrogantly in a calm tone:

"Indeed, we both have a secret that cannot be known to outsiders, but the relationship between us is not a union, but a master and servant."

"I am the master and you are the servant. If you don't understand or are not convinced, you can choose to fight until I beat you until you understand and are convinced."

Before he finished his words, a sharp sword energy came out from behind Ning Fengzhi, brushed past Lin Rong, and pierced through the dining table behind him.

"Humph! How shameless!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at Lin Rong with contempt, slowly retracted the finger that was pointing forward, and said:

"If I hadn't shown mercy just now, you would have been dead."

"Yes, yes." Lin Rong didn't seem to mind at all, and even clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"If you hadn't shown mercy just now, I would be fine, but your little Rongrong might be fine."

"If you don't believe me, you might as well look back."

"What, you!" Not only Sword Douluo, but also Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo. The three of them turned around at the same time and found Ning Rongrong leaning in Oscar's arms with a pale face, a few strands of silver hair scattered on the ground.

"How is it possible? Apart from the sword energy of this old man (Uncle Jian) ​​(that bitch), there was clearly no energy fluctuation."

The three of them turned around at the same time and looked at Lin Rong, or rather the old butler behind him, with astonishment on their faces.

None of the three of them could detect the method just used, which required extremely powerful strength to accomplish. Therefore, they instinctively ruled out Lin Rong, who was only eleven years old, and set their sights on the old butler who had remained silent.

Considering how much he cares about his master, it is only natural for him to respond in the same way to the provocation of the sword energy just now.

The only doubt was how this person's strength was able to hide from the three of them.

"What do you think, Ning Fengzhi? What's your choice?" Lin Rong pushed the wooden chair and lay on it like a rocking chair.

"Should you surrender now or should you fight me and face the reality before surrendering?"

"You only have these two paths to choose from. There is no third path."

"I have plenty of time. I can wait here slowly. It's not too late to make a decision after you think it through."

Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses and said with a ferocious look:
"You want my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to submit to you. I think your ambition is not limited to this. Do you want to replace the Tiandou royal family? Or overthrow the Spirit Hall? Or unify the continent?"

"No matter what your ambition is, if you want the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to submit, you must show your strength to convince me."

"Let me see clearly whether your strength matches your ambition!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi made his choice, Lin Rong still sat on the chair and said:
"Impulse is the devil. The choices you make in anger may not be what you really want."

"You'd better think it over carefully before you speak, lest you regret it after you are defeated and be unwilling to fulfill your promise just now."

As he spoke, a moon-white harp appeared above Lin Rong's head.

The harp strings were played by themselves, and the quiet sound flowed in the huge banquet hall.

The magical piano music flowed through the air into the hearts of everyone present, calming their turbulent emotions.

(End of this chapter)