Chapter 114: Ning Fengzhi Was Once Again So Angry That He Vomited Blood
"That's right, Second Elder," Tang Hao chimed in. "Those dogs from Spirit Hall are too arrogant. If Big Brother hadn't stopped me, I would have taught them a harsh lesson."
"Hao'er, your brother was right," the Second Elder's smile vanished. He looked around and said in a deep voice, "This is not the place to talk. Follow me. I'll take you to see the Clan Master."
The two brothers followed him into the inn. Only Tang Yuehua remained, her eyes curiously surveying her surroundings. Her innate domain, the Noble's Ring, though having no offensive power, was highly sensitive to emotional fluctuations. Earlier, she had vaguely sensed a special emotion from the restaurant across the street, but it had quickly disappeared.
"Yuehua, what are you still doing outside?" Tang Xiao's voice called from inside.
"Coming," she sighed and followed.
From the second-floor window, Mo Ya asked, "Sir, did that woman discover us? She clearly has no spirit power."
"She's just a little girl who can never break through level ten. Ignore her," Qin Xuan said. He took out the Silent Fruit he had obtained from a blind box and handed it to Mo Ya. "I need you to do something for me. As for Bai Feng, as long as he helps me, I will not treat him unfairly."
"Thank you, Sir," Mo Ya said, taking a bite of the fruit. "Ugh!" It was simply too unpalatable.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's room at the inn, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was treating Gu Rong.
"Uncle Sword, how is Uncle Bone doing?" Ning Fengzhi asked anxiously.
"The injury is temporarily stable," Sword Douluo sighed, "but some of Jingni Douluo's sword qi remains in his body. I can only suppress it." He was extremely pale, having consumed a great deal of energy. "Old Bone's spirit power might never advance again and will remain at level 91 for life. And if the sword qi cannot be removed, each time it flares up, it will be worse than death."
"Are there any other methods?" Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes in pain.
"I'm afraid only Qian Daoliu or Tang Chen would have a solution."
"If I don't avenge this, I, Ning Fengzhi, swear I am not human," he vowed silently.
Sword Douluo then added, "I consumed a lot of energy. Tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be a match for the two Clan Masters of the Clear Sky and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clans."
"Ah! Spirit Hall has bullied my clan too much!" Ning Fengzhi roared, shattering a teacup with his scepter. Feeling it wasn't enough, he overturned the table. A wave of dizziness overcame him, and he fell backward.
Sword Douluo caught him. "Clan Master, if it really doesn't work, let's go back. It's fine not to participate."
"Go back?" Ning Fengzhi's laughter was somewhat frantic. "Do you know what that bastard Qin Xuan said to me before he left? He said if we went back dejectedly, his wife would visit our clan tonight. Ah, Qin Xuan, Jing Ni, Spirit Hall... I will never rest until I've settled this score with you!" He cried and laughed, then felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. It was the third time that day. His vision went black, and he fainted.
At this moment, Bone Douluo woke up. He struggled to get up but fell from the bed. Tears streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Clan Master. It's all my fault. I've implicated the clan."
He had been semi-conscious and had heard everything. Because of his recklessness, not only was he severely injured, but he had also ruined the clan's best chance of winning the title of 'World's Number One Sect'.
"Uncle Bone, please don't say that," Ning Fengzhi crawled towards him, and the two grown men hugged each other, crying like children.
Sword Douluo watched them, feeling helpless. There is a cause for every effect. This matter was provoked by Gu Rong in the first place. He had a history of hunting down geniuses from other clans, including, as Chen Xin knew, the Blue Lightning Clan's promising disciple, Yu Xinglong. This time, he had walked the night road too often and finally met a ghost.
"Sect Master, what do we do now?" he asked after they had finished crying.
"I will not let Uncle Bone lose a leg and an eye for nothing," Ning Fengzhi said, his grief hardening into resolve. He had to appease the injured Gu Rong, but more than that, he had to unite all the forces on the continent—the other two clans, even the Two Great Empires—to remove the cancer that was Spirit Hall and avenge his clan.
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