Before Ning Fengzhi left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he told Sword Douluo not to follow him. He returned alone, saying there were urgent matters at the sect that he could handle himself.
Because if Sword Douluo knew what he was going to do, he might have started an argument on the spot.
To ensure the success of his plan, he decided to keep it from Sword Douluo for now. Once the matter was settled, it would be too late for anything to be said.
After an overnight journey, Ning Fengzhi frantically summoned all the Healing Soul Masters within the sect.
Among them was a Level 78 Healing Soul Saint.
Including the other two Healing Soul Saints, a total of three Healing Soul Saints and five Healing Soul Emperors were present, essentially gathering all the high-level Healing Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
This was excluding the two Healing Soul Emperor Soul Masters still working in Heaven Dou City.
Inside the secret chamber.
Several Soul Masters exchanged glances, wondering why the Sect Master had suddenly summoned them in such a hurry.
Just as they were muttering, the door to the secret chamber opened, and Ning Fengzhi entered, bringing Tang Hao and Tang San with him.
As Ning Fengzhi entered, Old Yang, the oldest and highest-ranked Healing Soul Saint among them, stepped forward to Ning Fengzhi and asked curiously, "Sect Master, why have you called us here?"
They were still treating Bone Douluo; after all, Bone Douluo's entire skeleton was shattered, and healing him required continuous treatment.
Calling these high-level Healing Soul Masters now would surely delay Bone Douluo's recovery.
Ning Fengzhi did not answer. First, he had Tang Hao, whose face and figure were obscured by a black robe, gently place Tang San onto the bed in the secret chamber.
"Everyone, I won't introduce this person too much. I only hope you can do your utmost to save him."
Ning Fengzhi did not reveal the identities of Tang Hao and the others, commanding in a firm tone.
"This..."
The surrounding Healing Soul Masters looked at each other, unsure of Ning Fengzhi's intentions, but they agreed nonetheless.
Old Yang, who was leading them, also stepped forward and observed Tang San's condition. He couldn't help but frown deeply, sighing repeatedly.
"This injury can be healed, but his origin is damaged. He needs very strong Life force to rejuvenate new vitality, otherwise, his cultivation will be difficult to advance in the future."
After speaking, he looked at Ning Fengzhi and said faintly, "Sect Master, do we still save him?"
In his opinion, a cripple, even if saved, would not be able to advance in cultivation. It would be better to quickly heal Bone Douluo.
"Save him. Don't worry about anything else. Just focus all your efforts on saving him."
Ning Fengzhi said decisively. Clearly, he was determined to save Tang San no matter what. This concerned his own path to becoming a god, so what was one Bone Douluo?
Even if Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo came together, they couldn't stop him.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's demeanor, everyone knew they couldn't persuade him. They sighed inwardly and reluctantly began to treat Tang San, who had turned into charcoal.
With the treatment from the eight high-level Healing Soul Masters, Tang San's scorched skin quickly healed. Because the wounds were itchy, he kept twisting his body.
As he was still in a coma, he had just used his Asura God consciousness from his previous life, and now his body was controlled by killing intent.
As the treatment continued to deepen, Tang San gradually recovered. His carbonized skin peeled off, revealing new skin underneath.
"It's working."
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi, who was watching from the side, also breathed a sigh of relief. It was working, it was working! He couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart.
If this continued, his favor in Tang San's heart would increase even more. By then, would Tang San not take him along when he became a god?
Thinking this, Ning Fengzhi chuckled a few times, clearly feeling that a beautiful future was right before his eyes.
After a long time, several Healing Soul Masters felt something was wrong. They didn't know why this small Soul Emperor required three Soul Saints and five Soul Emperors to treat him for so long without success.
It was absurd. Even a Soul Douluo should have been mostly healed and awake by now.
"Sect Master, this boy seems to have a problem."
At this point, the Level 78 Healing Soul Saint, who was leading them, had little Soul Power left in his body. Concerned about an accident, he immediately spoke to Ning Fengzhi.
"No problem. With me watching, what are you worried about? Treat him with all your might."
Ning Fengzhi's expression was displeased, and his gaze grew colder, seemingly annoyed by the old man's repeated defiance.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi's appearance, Old Yang had a bitter taste in his mouth. It was precisely because of him that they were worried about problems.
What kind of protection could an auxiliary Soul Master offer? If something went wrong, would he die with them?
But not saving him was not an option. Old Yang had a bitter taste in his mouth. How could the Sect Master be getting dumber and dumber?
As the treatment continued to deepen, until the last moment when their Soul Power was exhausted.
"We can't go on."
Several Healing Soul Emperors were the first to collapse, falling to the ground, followed by two Healing Soul Saints.
Old Yang persisted for a moment longer but also succumbed, collapsing weakly to the ground, his Soul Power completely depleted.
"Sect Master, we have done our best, but we don't know why this boy hasn't woken up yet."
Old Yang and the others said weakly, preparing to stand up and leave.
"Mm."
Ning Fengzhi saw that Tang San had not yet woken up, and he was somewhat annoyed, his face not looking good, his emotions clearly visible.
Seeing this, Old Yang and the others also wanted to leave, but a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind them.
"You can't leave yet!"
It was Tang San, who had woken up, but now his eyes were filled with crimson, and killing intent permeated the air.
It could be said that he could no longer control his inner negative emotions and killing intent.
Coupled with his damaged foundation, he urgently needed Life force, so he naturally turned his gaze towards the several Healing Soul Masters.
Those Healing Soul Masters were not fools. They turned to look at Tang San and immediately noticed that Tang San's eyes were wrong. Their speed quickened a few points.
"Dad, stop them!"
At this moment, Tang San directly attacked, binding a Healing Soul Emperor who had no Soul Power left. In just a few seconds, he drained the Soul Emperor dry.
"This... Xiao San, what are you doing?"
Ning Fengzhi was also surprised by Tang San's action and quickly asked.
"Ning Shu-shu, you don't need to worry about this. Consider it a huge favor that I, Tang San, owe you, and I will repay it tenfold in the future."
After Tang San finished speaking, he directly attacked the other Healing Soul Masters, and Tang Hao also blocked their retreat.
"Sect Master, quickly save us! If we die, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will have no high-level Healing Soul Masters left!"
Their retreat blocked, Old Yang grew anxious, hoping Ning Fengzhi would act and see if he could save them.
Unfortunately, after Ning Fengzhi heard about Tang San's favor, he simply pretended not to see. If he could abandon Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, what were these Healing Soul Masters?
They were all necessary sacrifices on his path to becoming a god.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's indifference, Old Yang immediately began to curse.
"You! Ning Fengzhi, you are heartless and ungrateful! I have sacrificed so much for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and this is how you treat me! I'll f***ing..."