Wu Lan silently thanked Tang San for putting so much effort into writing down the complete contents of the Xuan Tian Records.
Even though Wu Lan already knew the advanced version of the Xuan Tian Records, he had always been too lazy to write it all out himself. Besides, the advanced version was reserved only for his women. The basic version, however, could be used for negotiations with outsiders.
Now Tang San had saved him the trouble by writing out the entire basic version on his own.
Just as Wu Lan was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something. He walked back to Tang San's bedside and began looting all the valuables on him, money, materials, and everything else of worth.
"Tang San, as your brother, I cannot allow you to play with dangerous things. As for your money, I'll safeguard it for you and return it when you get married. Everything I do is for your own good," Wu Lan muttered while leaving for his house, satisfied with his gains.
That night, he slept peacefully with a smile.
Meanwhile, Rongrong, holding the papers she had taken from Tang San, rode a carriage directly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Her goal was to deliver the Xuan Tian Record papers to her father and grandfathers.
A few hours later, she arrived.
The guards immediately noticed her return and hurried to inform Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong.
The moment they heard the news, they gathered in the main hall. Soon after, Rongrong rushed in.
"Father, I missed you!" she cried, running straight into Ning Fengzhi's arms.
Seeing this, Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions soured with dissatisfaction.
"Rongrong, you only missed your father? Unlike that bastard, I missed you every day" Chen Xin said with a sad look.
"You bastard! How dare you spout such lies? Rongrong, don't listen to him. I'm the one who missed you more," Gu Rong snapped.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're the liar!"
"You want to fight?"
"Fight? Who's afraid of who?"
The two Titled Douluo squared off, arguing like children.
Ning Fengzhi could only sigh helplessly. Despite being two of the strongest men on the Empire, they bickered endlessly whenever Rongrong was involved. To stop them, he quickly changed the subject.
"Rongrong, how was your experience outside?"
Chen Xin and Gu Rong immediately snorted and quieted down, turning their ears toward her eagerly.
Rongrong began recounting her experiences. But when she mentioned being bullied by Flender, Chen Xin and Gu Rong's faces darkened with fury.
They had doted on Rongrong to the extreme, never allowing her to suffer even the slightest pain.
How dare a mere Soul Saint bully their princess?
"Let's kill him!" they roared in unison.
Ning Fengzhi panicked and quickly intervened.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you spoil her too much. If she never experiences hardship, she will never grow."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why does Rongrong need to experience hardship? We're here for her," they argued back, unwilling to see Rongrong suffer.
"And you...you're actually speaking up for someone who bullied your daughter?"
Ning Fengzhi was helpless. Rongrong, upset that her father did not defend her, ran toward her two grandfathers with a pitiful expression.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong scolded Ning Fengzhi harshly while comforting Rongrong, who looked like she was about to cry.
Once she was satisfied, Rongrong pulled out the stack of Xuan Tian Record papers and presented them proudly.
"Father, you're blaming me, but I've been thinking about our sect! Look at this, and you'll understand my worth."
Curious, they took the thick stack of papers and began to read.
Their pupils shrank in shock almost instantly. They glanced at each other in disbelief.
How could they not be shocked when they saw descriptions of techniques that ignored innate soul power limits while cultivating, Ghost Shadow Movement, hidden weapons, poison refinement, and more?
Every technique was perfectly suited for their clan. If genuine, these methods could elevate the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to new heights.
As they continued reading, their breathing grew heavier. Anticipation built with each page they turned, desperately waiting to reach the actual cultivation methods.
But no matter how many pages they flipped through, they found only detailed descriptions of cultivation experiences, practice sensations, and usage notes. Their frustration mounted with every passing page.
Growing impatient, they began to skim frantically, searching only for cultivation instructions. Yet when they reached the very last page, they still found nothing.
Unable to control himself, Ning Fengzhi grabbed Rongrong's shoulders tightly, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Rongrong, where are the remaining papers?"
"Father, it hurts," Rongrong groaned.
Realizing his loss of composure, Ning Fengzhi quickly let go.
"Forgive me, Rongrong. But do you have the actual cultivation methods? They are very important to our clan."
"What?" Rongrong was stunned. She hurriedly took the papers back and combed through them, only to discover that the content was nonsense.
"Did I grab the wrong papers? But I didn't see any others..." she muttered in confusion, frantically flipping through the stack again.
"Rongrong, what's going on? Where did you get these papers?" Ning Fengzhi asked urgently.
Rongrong didn't hold back and explained everything she knew. She told them how Tang San had leveled up mysteriously, how she had seen him cultivating strange techniques, how she had noticed the Xuan Tian Records papers in his room, and finally how she had stolen the papers earlier that day.
Ning Fengzhi's curiosity about Tang San grew stronger.
"Rongrong, what is Tang San's background?"
"Father, I remember he said he came from a small village near Nuoding Town."
Hearing this, all three men were left confused.
How could a boy from a backwater village possess heaven-defying methods like these?
Regardless, they had to meet him in person to verify. Depending on what they found, they would decide what means to use to obtain the true cultivation methods.
Ning Fengzhi's mind was already racing, forming multiple plans.
"Rongrong, go and rest. Tomorrow, we will visit Tang San together."
"Okay, Father." Rongrong nodded softly before leaving for her room.