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

He simply couldn't understand where Ning Fengzhi got the audacity to swallow that unknown immortal plant directly.

Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"I don't believe him."

"I trust my own judgment."

He paused, his gaze becoming deep.

"Just think, what is his identity? The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the future Pope, even... a future god!"

"He possesses two 100,000-year spirit rings, and at level 85 he could instantly kill Tang Hao. Such strength and talent are extremely rare!"

"Does he really need to resort to such despicable methods as poisoning to destroy our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Ning Fengzhi answered his own question: "Absolutely not! If he just brings his men to our door, we won't even have a chance to fight back!"

"So, from the moment he took out that beautiful tulip, I knew it was both a test and an incredible opportunity!"

"He's forcing us to stand completely and unconditionally on his side!"

"If we had hesitated and refused back then, what awaited us would not have been an opportunity, but utter disaster!"

After listening to Ning Fengzhi's analysis, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo felt a wave of fear.

Only then did they realize that they had just narrowly escaped death!

"This young master... his cunning and methods are truly terrifying!"

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, couldn't help but sigh.

"He was the one who forced us to submit, yet now, I'm actually filled with gratitude towards him!"

"It's more than just gratitude." Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.

"This is an unprecedented opportunity for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

"Following such an unfathomable master, destined to become a god, the future achievements of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—no, our Seven Treasure Hall—will be limitless!"

He clenched his fist, as if he could already see the sect, under his leadership, heading towards an unprecedentedly glorious future.

"Let's go back!"

"Share this good news with everyone in the sect!"

"From this day forward, the era of Qibaotang has just begun!"

Ning Fengzhi, full of vigor, strode down the mountain.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

They knew that from this day forward, the landscape of mainland China was about to change completely.

And they will become witnesses and participants in this new era!

…………

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The atmosphere inside the council hall was heavy and oppressive.

All the core elders and deacons of the sect gathered here, each one looking gloomy and sighing.

Several hours had passed since Ning Fengzhi and his companions set off for Wuhun City.

Everyone present knew perfectly well what they were there to do.

surrender!

They bowed their heads, which had been proud for a thousand years, to the arrogant Spirit Hall and to Lin Ye, the holy son who was only a teenager but had a fearsome reputation.

Thinking about this, everyone felt as if a huge stone was lodged in their hearts, making them feel so suffocated that they could hardly breathe.

"Alas, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with its thousand-year history, has never suffered such humiliation!"

An elder with a fiery temper slammed his fist on the table, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"It's all the fault of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan! A bunch of spineless cowards! If they had been tougher and joined forces with us, we wouldn't be in this mess today!"

"What's the point of saying all this now?" another elder sighed, his face full of dejection.

"The Spirit Hall's power is overwhelming, and that's a foregone conclusion. That little monster Lin Ye is unstoppable. The Sect Master's journey is to protect the sect; we..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the hall.

"The sect leader is back!"

"Sword Douluo and His Majesty Bone Douluo are back too!"

Upon hearing this news, everyone in the hall perked up and turned to look at the entrance.

Ning Fengzhi strode in from outside the hall, followed by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, both with complex expressions.

only……

Everyone quickly noticed something was wrong.

The sect leader's expression... why does it seem... a little strange?

Instead of the expected humiliation and defeat, there was... an irrepressible excitement and exhilaration?

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also had strange expressions, like shock, ecstasy, and a touch of dreamlike unreality.

What's going on?

Could you possibly get pleasure from kowtowing to the Spirit Hall?

"Sect Master, you...you're back."

An elder cautiously approached and tentatively asked:

"The Spirit Hall...didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Ning Fengzhi surveyed the entire room, taking in the worried, frustrated, and unwilling expressions on everyone's faces.

He didn't speak, but took a deep breath and slowly extended his right hand.

"Seven treasures transform into crystal!"

With a low shout, a dazzling pagoda instantly appeared in his palm!

Everyone was stunned when they saw the familiar martial soul.

What is the sect leader doing?

Could it be that he was traumatized and his brain has been damaged?

However, the next second, when they saw what the pagoda looked like, everyone was struck dumb and stood there stunned!

The entire council hall fell silent instantly!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. What were they seeing?!

That...that pagoda...

There are actually nine floors?!

"What... Holy crap?! Am I seeing things?!"

A young deacon rubbed his eyes hard, then pinched himself hard.

"Ouch—! It hurts! This isn't a dream!"

"Nine...nine levels! It really is nine levels! How could the sect leader's martial soul...have become nine levels?!"

"An illusion! This must be an illusion! How could the Seven-Jeweled Glazed Tile Pagoda possibly have nine stories!"

"But... that nine-colored radiance, that sacred and majestic aura... there's no mistake! This is definitely not an illusion!"

After a brief silence, the entire council hall erupted in chaos!

"boom!"

Everyone's gone mad!

They looked as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world. Their faces were flushed, their breathing was rapid, and they pointed at the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi's hand, speaking incoherently.

"Sect Master! What... what on earth is going on?!"

"Your martial spirit... how could your martial spirit...?"

"Could it be... that the legend... the legend is true?!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the elders and deacons below who were acting like madmen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This is exactly the effect he wanted!

He slowly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

The entire hall fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at him with incredibly fervent eyes, awaiting his answer.

"Everyone."

Ning Fengzhi's voice carried an unprecedented passion and pride.

"From this day forward, the flaw in my martial spirit that has plagued my sect for over a thousand years has been completely eradicated!"

"From this day forward, the Seven-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda will no longer exist on the continent!"

"only……"

He clenched his fist, and the nine-story pagoda shone brightly, instantly enveloping the entire hall with a soul force pressure far exceeding that of the past!

"The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!!"

If everyone was merely shocked just now, they are now completely insane!

"Long live the Sect Master! Long live the Sect Master!"

"Hahaha! The Nine-Treasured Glazed Tile Pagoda! My sect is thriving!"

"Ancestors above! Did you see this? We did it!"

The entire council hall instantly erupted in celebration!