Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 555 Tang San, the Hot Commodity

As soon as Tang Hao, this heavyweight parent, finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall instantly changed. The originally solemn and dignified atmosphere was subtly infused with a touch of warmth and concern, like that of everyday family matters. Several respected elders exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes conveying a knowing look, and their soft laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"Hehehe, Xiao San has indeed reached this age." An elder stroked his beard, looked at Tang Hao with a smile, and said, "The inheritance of your Tang family line is of utmost importance."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately responded with a smile. As the closest ally of the Haotian Sect and also Ning Rongrong's father, he looked at his daughter, whose pretty face was slightly flushed, and said in a gentle but meaningful tone, "What my in-laws say is very true. Now that the great war has just ended and everything is in need of rebuilding, we need some celebratory events to dispel the gloom and unite people's hearts. My Rongrong has been bothering the Haotian Sect for a long time. If the profound martial spirit of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can be combined with Xiao San's talent, I believe... hehe, it will surely be a blessing for the continent."

Ning Fengzhi spoke tactfully, cleverly linking the interests of the sect with the inheritance of bloodlines, and even referring to them as in-laws.

Hearing her father's blunt hint, Ning Rongrong blushed instantly from her cheeks to her ears, like a ripe apple. She was so embarrassed that she almost buried her head in her chest. Her slender fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes. She couldn't help but stomp her foot and said coquettishly, "Dad! What... what nonsense are you talking about! I'm still young."

Ning Rongrong's voice was barely audible, yet it carried a clear hint of embarrassment and annoyance. She secretly raised her eyelids and glanced quickly at Tang San, but the moment their eyes met, she immediately lowered her head like a startled deer, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and shyness. After all, Ning Rongrong and Tang San were practically sworn enemies, and they were also engaged. What was supposed to happen had already happened; all that was missing was having a child.

No sooner had Ning Fengzhi finished speaking than Dugu Bo, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself. He stepped forward and said in a loud and straightforward voice, "Little San! The flowers in my Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well are blooming beautifully lately. Yan Yan has been taking good care of them, and I'm just hoping you'll have time to go and see them!"

Dugu Bo's words practically screamed, "My granddaughter is waiting for you," and he even brought up the substantial "dowry" of the "Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well" again. Recalling how he, Dugu Bo, was the one who first and foremost supported Tang San, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions. Who could have imagined that the young man he had once favored would become a god-slayer! If they could forge a marriage alliance and have children, the future of the Dugu family would not only be illustrious, but a smooth path to the divine realm, a glimpse into the stars and the sea!
Hearing her grandfather begin to advocate for her, Dugu Yan appeared much more confident than Ning Rongrong. Far from being timid, she raised her bright face, her beautiful eyes burning with passion and provocation, staring directly at Tang San. A confident smile played on her lips as she said, "Third Brother, don't you want to go see the immortal herbs at my grandfather's place again? Maybe... there will be new surprises. We can even spar soul techniques there."

Dugu Yan spoke boldly, her eyes like those of a venomous snake, and she licked her lips, as if she wanted to devour Tang San right now. Dugu Yan never hid her thoughts.

Not only these two "cunning old foxes," but representatives from the Min and Po clans also chimed in, subtly mentioning the various benefits of Bai Chenxiang and Ye Lingling. Everyone present knew perfectly well that preserving Tang San's bloodline would be far more significant and glorious than creating an ordinary god.

Hearing her elders mention her, Bai Chenxiang's delicate body trembled slightly. She had always secretly admired Tang San, and now her feelings were even more complex. She subconsciously took a small step back, lowered her head, and dared not let Tang San see the longing and sadness in her eyes. She gently bit her lower lip, her heart aching as she thought, "How could I be worthy of the young sect leader..."

Of all those present, Ye Lingling's reaction was the calmest, yet also the most unique. She maintained her aloof expression, her fair face devoid of any emotion, as if everything around her was irrelevant. Only her clear, deep-pool-like eyes would, when no one was watching, quietly fall upon Tang San, linger for a moment, and then silently move away. She didn't utter a word, made no physical movement, but that silent attention, amidst the clamor of whispers, created a peculiar, undeniable presence.

However, to everyone's surprise, faced with this almost "siege" of pressure, Tang San, the most brilliant star of the Clear Sky Sect and the center of attention, after a brief silence and under the expectant gazes of everyone, actually... slowly nodded! His face showed little shyness or embarrassment, but rather a calm and composed demeanor born of deep thought. His gaze swept over the elders present, each with their own distinct expressions, before he finally spoke, his voice clear and firm: "Yes, what you elders say is indeed true. To bear children and procreate is the natural instinct for the continuation of life, and the foundation for the inheritance of a family and the sect. I, Tang San, am deeply grateful for the sect's nurturing and bear the responsibility of its legacy. If I were to shirk or back down on this matter, it would seem that I am unreasonable, or even... ungrateful."

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Upon hearing this, the entire council hall fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even the boldest of them all, Dugu Yan, was stunned! Shouldn't you have hesitated and then fled in panic?
Everyone was stunned by Tang San's direct and frank response! They had anticipated that Tang San might refuse tactfully, delay on the grounds of being busy with affairs on the mainland, or even feel embarrassed and annoyed, but they never expected that he would so readily...agree?!
Upon hearing Tang San's words, Ning Rongrong first raised her flushed face in disbelief. After confirming that she hadn't misheard, her embarrassment intensified, almost to the point of fainting. She stamped her feet, her voice filled with extreme shyness: "Third Brother! You... how could you join them in their nonsense!" But in her beautiful, glassy eyes, an undisguised hint of secret joy and anticipation involuntarily flashed.

Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed bright red, and she became somewhat shy, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "I'm not afraid at all, come on then."

Bai Chenxiang's body trembled violently. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief and immense surprise, and even a faint smirk.

Ye Lingling maintained her aloof expression. If someone observed closely, they would notice a slight pause for a moment in her slender fingers holding the teacup, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, proving that her inner state was not as calm as her expression suggested.

Just as the atmosphere in the council hall was heated due to Tang San's unexpected statement, with several elders looking on intently and the four female protagonists having different thoughts, an elegant and peaceful voice, like a clear spring flowing, rang out at just the right moment: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."

At this moment, Aunt Tang Yuehua stepped forward!

As Tang San's most important emotional mentor and a master of aristocratic etiquette, Tang Yuehua is about to give Tang San his final lesson!

(End of this chapter)