Hearing Tang San's words, even Ning Fengzhi felt a headache witnessing such shamelessness.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong both closed their eyes, unwilling to look at Tang San's face any longer.
Tang San did not care about their reactions. All he wanted now was to escape from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan as soon as possible.
Ning Fengzhi had clearly underestimated Tang San's thickness of skin. Seeing that subtle probing would get him nowhere, he decided to be direct.
"But," Ning Fengzhi said calmly, his eyes fixed on Tang San, "I heard from my daughter that the techniques you use were all created by you. Is that true?"
Tang San's expression did not change, but inwardly he wanted to slap himself.
He cursed his past self for showing off in front of Ning Rongrong.
Back when he and Rongrong had teamed up, under Yu Xiaogang's suggestion to win her favor, he had revealed many of his secrets. One of those secrets was that the techniques he used were self-created.
Now, his own words had come back to bite him.
He panicked.
His mind raced.
He could not deny it now.
If he lied and it was exposed later, his life would truly be in danger.
Fortunately, those papers only described cultivation methods, not their effects.
The true power of the Xuan Tian techniques still depended entirely on him.
After a brief pause, Tang San spoke.
"Yes, Uncle Ning. After absorbing my teacher's knowledge, I gained inspiration and created some small techniques to assist My future battles."
Tang San deliberately emphasized his words, making it clear that they are small techniques and were only useful to him.
Ning Fengzhi sneered inwardly.
Small techniques?
Only usable by you?
Who was he fooling?
If he had not read those papers, he might have believed Tang San's nonsense. But after reading the recorded effects of the techniques, he understood the true power of the Xuan Tian Records.
If these techniques were spread, they would shake the entire continent. They could change the fate of his clan.
Ning Fengzhi's greed had reached its peak after reading those papers, which recorded only the effects of cultivating the Xuan Tian Records and not the methods themselves.
Thinking of their importance, he calmed down and spoke.
"Little San," Ning Fengzhi said in a deeper voice, "do you know what kind of sect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is?"
"Yes, Uncle Ning," Tang San replied after a moment's thought. "My teacher often mentioned that your sect is the number one auxiliary sect in the world, and the best place to seek help if one needs auxiliary Soul Masters."
Ning Fengzhi nodded.
"That is correct," he said. "But do you know what it truly means to be an auxiliary Soul Master?"
Tang San hesitated, then answered, "Auxiliary Soul Masters lack offensive power. They assist in battle but do not directly engage enemies."
"Yes," Ning Fengzhi continued softly, "and because we lack offensive strength, we also lack the ability to protect ourselves. In battle, auxiliary Soul Masters must rely entirely on their teammates."
He let out a quiet sigh, his tone carrying genuine emotion.
"As an auxiliary Soul Master myself, I understand this better than anyone. We have no offensive power. We have no way to defend ourselves."
Tang San nodded instinctively. Before he could respond, Ning Fengzhi continued.
"So our clan has created many techniques in the past to assist us in battle, and we are still trying to find new ways to defend ourselves."
Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked at Tang San and smiled.
Tang San's heart tightened instantly, sensing that something bad was about to happen.
"Your techniques might speed up that process," Ning Fengzhi said slowly, narrowing his eyes, each word emphasized. "Since I saved you and you say they are only small techniques, how about exchanging them with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
Tang San shouted inwardly, 'Who asked you to save me, you bastard'.
He also wanted to retort that they were not small techniques. But if he said that, Ning Fengzhi might threaten his life.
Tang San's heart sank under the pressure. He understood this was Ning Fengzhi's threat. Ning Fengzhi had emphasized how important those techniques were to his auxiliary clan.
Since they already had the Xuan Tian Records, if I give them parts of it, they will know instantly.
"Uncle Ning, I want to help, but to cultivate those techniques, you need to destroy your cultivation and start from scratch," Tang San said desperately, trying to make them give up on the idea.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi replied calmly.
"Little San, it's fine. We just want to study those techniques."
Did Tang San think he was stupid?
This Tang San was still trying to lie.
While thinking this, Ning Fengzhi sneered inwardly. He had read in those papers that cultivation required converting soul power, not destroying it entirely.
If Wu Lan knew about this conversation, he would laugh to death.
All Tang San schemes are destroyed by those paper.
Ning Fengzhi only possessed records of the effects of the techniques, which were useless on their own.
But Tang San believed Ning Fengzhi already had the complete Xuan Tian Records. So Tang San will to agree to teach those techniques in order to save his life.
Tang San always believed that he strictly followed Tang Sect rules, but if Ning Fengzhi learned the Xuan Tian Records, Tang San himself would be the one who leaked them to outsiders, violating Tang Sect rules.
According to Tang Sect law, the violator must die.
Tang San commit suicide, according to Tang Sect rules.
Tang San: I am the leader of Tang Sect in this world. My words are the rules.
Wu Lan: die, Double standard dog.
Seeing his scheme fail, Tang San trembled with anger.
He, Tang San, who had strictly followed Tang Sect rules all his life, was now being forced to give the Xuan Tian Records to outsiders.
While desperately searching for a way out, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Uncle Ning…"