Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

"Is there anyone else who would like to spar?"

His gaze swept over all the young soul masters present. Those who had been eager to try lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Ling Feng waited for a moment, and seeing that no one would accept the challenge, he smiled slightly.

"Since no one is willing to accept the challenge, then this junior will dare to say a few words."

He walked to the center of the hall, faced everyone, and spoke loudly.

"Today, you have gathered here ostensibly to congratulate the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but what you really want to do is something that everyone here knows very well."

"Some people want to take this opportunity to put pressure on the Spirit Hall, to make us raise the price of refined salt, to make us destroy cheap books, to make the people continue to eat coarse salt mixed with sand, and to make the children continue to be blind."

"Why? Because refined salt is cheaper, so the nobles who made their fortunes by monopolizing the salt industry can no longer make money."

"Because books have become cheaper, those 'readers' who monopolize knowledge will have no way to make a living."

He pointed at the nobles, speaking slowly and deliberately.

But I want to ask, on what grounds?

"Why should ordinary people eat coarse salt? Why should children be illiterate?"

"Why are you born high and mighty, living a life of luxury by sucking the blood of the common people, while those who work hard in the fields, fish, and weave cloth are destined to be beasts of burden for generations?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The nobles' faces turned ashen, but they couldn't utter a single word.

Because they knew that what Ling Feng said was true.

"The Spirit Hall's introduction of refined salt and inexpensive books is not to oppose anyone, but simply to allow people to live like human beings."

Ling Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a series of heavy blows.

"If any of you have any objections, you are welcome to come to the Spirit Hall to discuss them with us. But before that..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"First, clean your own bottom."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to his seat.

Inside the main hall, there was complete silence.

Prince Xuexing's face was ashen, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The nobles all bowed their heads, looking like wilted eggplants.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, watching this scene, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Ling Feng, then at Qian Gu Xiao Ye and Du Gu Bo, and finally picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

"What a Spirit Hall," he murmured. "Interesting."

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin whispered, "Sect Master, this little kid is not simple."

Ning Fengzhi nodded without saying anything.

But his gaze lingered on Ling Feng for a long time.

At the banquet, these noble gentlemen all became obedient, like quails.

The banquet finally ended as evening approached.

The nobles walked faster and faster than the next, as if they were being chased by ghosts.

When Prince Xuexing left, his face was ashen. He didn't even say a few polite words before hurriedly leaving with his men.

The situation wasn't much better on the Star Luo Empire side. When Zhu Yue left, she glared fiercely at Ling Feng, but was so angered by Jin Chen's grimacing expression that she turned her head away.

The hall gradually became empty.

Ning Fengzhi stood in front of the main seat, watching the last group of guests leave before turning around to look at the Spirit Hall members who were still sitting upright.

"Elder Qian Gu, Elder Du Gu, and my three young friends, if you don't mind, would you like to move to the inner hall for a chat?"

His smile remained gentle, but his eyes held a hint of seriousness.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye nodded slightly: "Sect Leader Ning, you're too kind. Please."

The group passed through the main hall and arrived at the rear hall.

The back hall was decorated in an elegant and tranquil style, quite different from the magnificent exterior.

The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and the faint sound of a zither. Several paintings and calligraphies by famous artists hung on the wall, and several pots of rare orchids were placed on the table.

Everyone took their seats, and a maid served fragrant tea.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, pondered for a moment, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from behind the screen.

He smiled slightly and waved to the screen.

A young woman came out carrying a baby.

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, with a gentle appearance and dignified demeanor; she was Ning Fengzhi's wife.

The baby in her arms was wrapped in an exquisite brocade swaddle, revealing only a delicately sculpted face.

She was fast asleep with her eyes closed, occasionally smacking her lips, looking absolutely adorable.

Ning Fengzhi took the baby, his eyes filled with love.

"This is my daughter, Rongrong."

He said softly, "It's been a hundred days, and it's grown quite robustly."

Ling Feng's gaze fell on the baby's face.

Ning Rongrong.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the Shrek Seven Devils in the original work, the future successor of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the future Nine-Colored Goddess.

At this moment, she was just a 100-day-old baby, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of everything outside.

Ning Fengzhi, holding his daughter, walked up to Qian Gu Xiaoye.

"Elder Qian Gu, it is thanks to your esteemed palace's intervention at today's banquet that those nobles were able to cause endless trouble."

He paused, looked down at his daughter in his arms, and sighed softly.

“Feng Zhi only has this one daughter, and her sons are all useless. In the future, the burden of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will eventually fall on her shoulders.”

"But she's a girl, born into this kind of world..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye looked at the baby, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

"Sect Leader Ning, has your daughter's martial spirit been tested?"

Ning Fengzhi was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "How can you test a child's martial spirit when he's only a hundred days old?"

"However, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been passed down through generations, and if there are no unforeseen circumstances, it should also be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Chapter 62 The Possibility of Evolution of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda

Ling Feng glanced at his father and nodded slightly.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye put down his teacup and slowly opened his mouth.

"Sect Leader Ning, I have something I would like to discuss with you."

Ning Fengzhi's expression turned serious: "Elder Qian Gu, please speak."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye's gaze fell on the baby in his arms, and after a moment, he said, "About the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted slightly.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support martial soul in the world."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye slowly said, "But the sect leader should know better than I how heavy the words 'number one in the world' are."

Ning Fengzhi remained silent.

Of course he knew.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can only be cultivated up to level seventy-nine.

This is a perpetual pain in the hearts of the successive sect leaders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

No matter how talented you are, or how abundant your resources are, level 79 is the limit.

"What Elder Qian Gu means is..."

Qian Gu Xiao Ye looked at him with deep eyes.

"What I want to say is that everything in the world has its predetermined fate, but beyond that fate, there may be variables."

He paused, then added, "Over the years, the Spirit Hall has collected many ancient books and secret manuals."

"Some of them contain fragments about the evolution of martial souls."

Ning Fengzhi's hand trembled slightly.

Martial Soul Evolution!

These four words were simply a fantasy to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda has been passed down for thousands of years, and no one has ever been known to be able to make it evolve.

But since Qian Gu Xiao Ye mentioned...

"Elder Qian Gu, does the Spirit Hall perhaps have a way to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly.

Qian Gu Xiao Ye shook his head.

"A solution?" he asked casually.

"I dare not say. I only have some clues, some possibilities, some... things that are still being explored."