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"Very well, Your Excellency, please speak." Tang San listened attentively, ready to catch every word.
Bone Douluo's gaze swept over Tang San and Xiao Wu, a flicker of realization flashing in his eyes.
He had long since learned from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's spies that although Tang San and Xiao Wu were siblings in name, they were not related by blood.
Moreover, the feelings between them were by no means the ordinary affection of brother and sister.
As Ning Rongrong's grandfather, Bone Douluo already felt guilty for arranging a marriage alliance between her and Tang San.
Therefore, to preserve the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had to ensure Ning Rongrong's marital happiness above all else.
Thus, he decided to go straight to the point.
Bone Douluo's voice was calm yet forceful, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Tang San, your marriage with Rongrong is not only your personal matter—it is a great affair between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect. Since you have come, let us discuss this thoroughly."
Upon hearing this, Tang San's heart leapt with joy. He had been waiting for this day so long that it felt like flowers had withered in the meantime.
At that moment, he could barely conceal the smile spreading across his face.
After all, just the thought of having the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources at his disposal was enough to make him ecstatic.
But before his smile fully bloomed, a sharp pain suddenly shot from his waist, forcing him to suck in a cold breath.
Turning his head, he realized it was Xiao Wu, who had pinched him hard.
Her eyes brimmed with grievance and discontent.
After all, to return to Tang San's side, she had made the Azure Bull Python sacrifice its essence, indirectly leading to the Titan Giant Ape's death.
Perhaps Tang San did not know just how much Xiao Wu had given up for him.
Seeing her expression, Tang San hurriedly restrained his joy and whispered comfortingly, "Xiao Wu, don't be upset. I'll handle everything."
Bone Douluo took in the entire scene, a cold sneer rising in his heart.
But outwardly, he pretended not to recognize Xiao Wu's identity and asked casually, "Tang San, and who might this young lady be?"
Without hesitation, Tang San replied, "Your Excellency, this is Xiao Wu, my sister."
"Sister?" Bone Douluo raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying subtle meaning.
"If she is only your sister, then that is of no concern. But Tang San, remember this—Rongrong is the future Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. In your heart, her place must always be first."
Tang San's pupils widened slightly, his chest tightening as he understood the hidden implication.
In short: he must not dally with other women—not even his so-called sister.
But glancing at Xiao Wu, who looked pitiful and delicate, a fierce surge of protectiveness welled up in him.
Without hesitation, Tang San declared firmly, "Your Excellency, Xiao Wu is the most important person to me. I will never let her leave my side. No matter what happens, we will not be separated."
Bone Douluo nodded, unsurprised by the reply.
After all, the sect's spies were no mere decorations; they already knew of Tang San and Xiao Wu's true relationship.
He spoke slowly, "Since that is the case, then for Rongrong's future, this old man will put forth one request."
Seeing there was still room for negotiation, Tang San quickly said, "Please, Your Excellency, speak. As long as it does not require me to separate from Xiao Wu, I can accept any condition."
Bone Douluo nodded again, continuing, "After you marry Rongrong, you may have no other wife in this life but her. Can you promise that?"
As someone close to Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo knew clearly what kind of man he was.
He might appear dignified, but his private life was a complete mess.
After all, Ning Fengzhi always preferred for his son to inherit the sect rather than Ning Rongrong.
Otherwise, he would not have allowed Rongrong to become such a spoiled little witch instead of teaching her the schemes he himself excelled at.
Thus, Bone Douluo could not allow Tang San to repeat such behavior after marrying Ning Rongrong.
Hearing this, Tang San hesitated.
He glanced at Xiao Wu, opened his mouth, yet no words came out.
Even without Oscar's reminder as in the original story, Tang San already knew Xiao Wu's feelings for him went far beyond that of siblings.
And he himself harbored a deep attachment to her.
But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources were too important—he could not abandon them.
Seeing his hesitation, Xiao Wu's heart tightened with sorrow.
Though she had long claimed not to care, hearing Bone Douluo's words now filled her with regret.
She truly feared that Tang San might abandon her for the sect's wealth and power.
Gripping his hand, Xiao Wu whispered softly, "San-ge, can you please not agree to this condition?"
Tang San's heart ached, yet he forced himself to repeat inwardly that Xiao Wu was merely his sister.
His eyes hardened with resolve.
Taking a deep breath, he said solemnly to Bone Douluo, "Your Excellency, I accept your demand. In this life, I will take only Ning Rongrong as my wife."
Bone Douluo's face lit with satisfaction, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
But Xiao Wu's complexion turned deathly pale.
"Little San, you big fool!" she cried, violently shaking off his hand and running out of the sect's gates.
"Xiao Wu!" Tang San shouted, immediately chasing after her, not caring about anything else.
Fear gripped him, terrified she might act rashly.
Watching the two disappear, Bone Douluo let out a quiet laugh.
His goal had been achieved, everything unfolding exactly as he had foreseen.
Turning away, he left, leaving Yu Xiaogang standing there dumbfounded.
Tang San caught up to Xiao Wu, pulling her hand tightly. "Xiao Wu, please, listen to my explanation!"
She shook him off, tears welling in her eyes. "Explain what? You already agreed to him—what more is there to say?"
Tang San's heart throbbed with pain. He quickly said, "Xiao Wu, listen to me. My promise was only a temporary expedient. Once I grow strong with the sect's support, I will cast off Ning Rongrong and stay with you forever."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu's tears slowed.
She raised her head, eyes filled with hope. "Really?"
Tang San nodded firmly, a glint of slyness flickering in his eyes. "Of course. You are the most important person to me. How could I ever abandon you? Even if I could only have one person in this life, that person would definitely be you."
Hearing his words, almost like a love confession, Xiao Wu's tender heart completely melted. Her anger dissipated in an instant.
She nestled against Tang San's chest, whispering softly, "San-ge, I believe you."
Tang San, relieved at how easily she was comforted, secretly rejoiced.
He stroked her hair gently, a hint of pride gleaming in his eyes.
No one would ever take Xiao Wu away from him. As for Ning Rongrong, she was nothing more than a pawn in his grand design.
"Hmph, marrying into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is only for their resources. Once I grow strong, what will your demand amount to, Gu Rong?"
Tang San felt smug, laughing to himself at how Chen Xin was without schemes and Gu Rong was without intellect, both of them deceived by his facade of integrity.
Yet Tang San did not know that after leaving the hall, Bone Douluo immediately drafted a secret agreement.
This agreement was swiftly sent to the Clear Sky Sect.
Its contents were simple: if Tang San married into the sect yet continued to entangle himself with other women, he would face the combined hunt of both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Sect.
Bone Douluo knew exactly what the sect needed—a Titled Douluo who was loyal, obedient, and willing to live and die alongside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Thus, the cunning young fox Tang San would never truly outwit the old fox Bone Douluo.
Meanwhile, Flender was escorted to the palace of the Snow Night Emperor.
Before long, a man emerged from the hall, addressing him politely, "Dean Flender, His Majesty awaits you."
(End of Chapter)