Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which was struggling on the edge of humiliation and despair, this past month had been an extremely agonizing one.

But for some people in Wuhun City, this month was quite leisurely and comfortable.

The Papal Palace, the Son of God's bedroom.

Lin Ye lay lazily on a huge, custom-made rocking chair, gently swaying back and forth.

A "human-shaped cat" was lying in his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a cool black silk nightgown that perfectly accentuated her incredibly hot figure.

Like a lazy yet content kitten, she buried her pretty face in Lin Ye's broad and strong chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat, her nose filled with his unique, reassuring masculine scent.

"Hey, do you think that old fox Ning Fengzhi will come today?"

Zhu Zhuqing stretched out her slender fingers and drew circles on Lin Ye's chest, her voice tinged with curiosity.

It has been a month since the last ceremony.

There has been no movement from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"He will come."

Lin Ye closed his eyes, enjoying the warm and soft body in his arms.

He grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's restless little hand and gently kissed it.

Why are you so sure?

Zhu Zhuqing looked up, puzzled, her cool eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Because he's a smart man."

Lin Ye opened his eyes, looked down at the stunning beauty in his arms, and chuckled as he gently stroked the tip of her pert nose.

"Smart people know how to weigh the pros and cons."

"In the face of absolute strength, any wishful thinking is foolish."

"I gave him a month, not so he could go and get help, nor so he could come up with any crooked ideas."

Lin Ye's gaze darkened slightly.

"I want him, and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to experience firsthand what despair truly means during this month."

"Only when a person is truly in despair and sees no hope will he completely and willingly lower his proud head."

Zhu Zhuqing listened with a sense of understanding but not quite.

She had no interest in these power struggles and schemes.

All she knew was that her man was very strong, extremely strong.

It was powerful enough to make the entire continent tremble.

This is enough.

She buried her head back into Lin Ye's arms, nuzzling him gently like a puppy, finding a more comfortable position.

"Big kitty, how's your training going lately?" Lin Ye asked casually, his arm around her slender waist.

"Hmph, I'm still far behind you." Zhu Zhuqing muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Since absorbing that divinely bestowed soul ring, her soul power soared to level 75. This speed of advancement made her think that she was a genius.

Compared to Lin Ye, that freak, her progress was simply insignificant.

This guy, despite seemingly being idle all day, either sleeping with me in his arms or teasing His Holiness the Pope, is still growing at an unbelievable speed.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.

"Hehe, don't rush."

Lin Ye chuckled and gave her pert buttocks a light pat.

"Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll take you to a great place that I guarantee will take your skills to the next level."

"Really?" Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up instantly.

"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"

Just as the two were getting all lovey-dovey, a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Lin Ye said calmly.

A maid respectfully pushed open the door and entered, kneeling on the ground without daring to raise her head.

"Your Highness, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi, requests an audience outside the hall."

coming.

Lin Ye smiled slightly.

He was even more composed than he had expected.

They actually delayed until the very last week before coming.

"Have him wait in the side hall," Lin Ye instructed.

"Yes." The maid acknowledged the order and withdrew.

"Are you going to see him?"

Zhu Zhuqing sat up from his lap and helped him straighten his slightly disheveled collar.

"Mm." Lin Ye nodded.

"Go see that old fox, see if he's figured it out yet."

He stood up and stretched, his bones cracking and popping.

"Let's go, big cat, come with me to meet him."

"it is good."

……

The Spirit Hall, a side hall.

Ning Fengzhi sat upright, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, but his eyes kept drifting towards the door.

Behind him still stood Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

Compared to a month ago, the expressions on the faces of these two titled Douluo no longer showed the anger and resentment of before, but only a calm and numb acceptance of their fate.

This past month has been a hellish ordeal for them.

Ning Fengzhi convened meetings with the elders every day, analyzing the pros and cons again and again, and repeatedly presenting them with the cruel reality in a bloody manner.

From the initial outrage to the subsequent endless arguments, and finally to the collective silence.

In the end, everyone came to terms with reality.

Faced with that monster Lin Ye, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had no chance of resistance whatsoever.

Just as Ning Fengzhi was feeling uneasy, a series of steady footsteps came from outside the hall.

He felt a chill and quickly stood up.

Lin Ye led Zhu Zhuqing slowly into the side hall.

He still maintained his calm and collected demeanor, with a half-smile. But for some reason, Ning Fengzhi felt an even more terrifying pressure emanating from him than before.

"Sect Leader Ning, how have you been?"

Lin Ye walked to the main seat and sat down with an air of authority, while Zhu Zhuqing naturally stood behind him.

"Thanks to His Highness the Holy Son, all is well."

Ning Fengzhi immediately bowed deeply to Lin Ye, adopting an extremely humble posture.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo behind him also bowed slightly to show their respect.

"Hehe, Sect Leader Ning, there's no need for such formalities." Lin Ye waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

"A month has gone by so fast."

Lin Ye picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and said meaningfully.

"Sect Leader Ning, what's your decision?"

Ning Fengzhi's heart jumped into his throat instantly.

He took a deep breath, stood up from his seat again, and forced a humble smile onto his face.

"Your Highness, after I returned, I discussed the matter with everyone in the sect for a whole month."

"We all believe that His Highness the Holy Son is a genius of unparalleled talent, a future god, and that the Spirit Hall's unification of the continent is the will of Heaven and an inevitable trend."

He paused for a moment, and then, under the humiliated gazes of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, slowly knelt down on one knee.

"I, Ning Fengzhi, the seventh sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, am willing to lead my entire sect of 13,700 members to submit to the Spirit Hall!"

"From this day forward, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will cease to exist on the continent."

"Only the Spirit Hall..."

"Seven Treasures Hall!"

After saying that, he buried his head deeply.