After confirming his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing, Lu Feng would be staying in the Star Luo Empire for a long time to help her clear away obstacles.
Then naturally, Lu Feng would be in opposition to the Heaven Dou Empire in the future.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, naturally, would also be an enemy.
As for why not form an alliance?
Lu Feng didn't believe that two powers could unite just based on a few marriage ties.
What's more, a half-dead ally is the best ally.
During a 'simple' banquet, Lu Feng fully witnessed what the wretched aristocratic class was.
On the dining table, Lu Feng couldn't name a single dish.
The only thing he could recognize was the paw of a thousand-year Direclaw Bear, because he had roasted one in the Star Dou Forest.
Now, this bear paw, after being meticulously prepared by a master chef and decorated like a work of art, had its flavor enhanced several times over.
But the extravagance reflected behind it left Lu Feng inwardly astonished.
After eating and drinking his fill, Lu Feng and the others ambled over to a viewing platform.
Standing there and looking out, the entire scenery of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was in full view.
"Brother Lu Feng, what do you think of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?" Ning Fengzhi asked loudly, his head held high.
Lu Feng looked out. Buildings were scattered in an imposing and grand arrangement. In the distance, rolling mountain peaks were faintly visible through the swirling mist, resembling an ink wash painting.
"It's wonderful. A great place. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan truly deserves its reputation as the number one auxiliary clan in the world," Lu Feng said seriously.
His words were full of sincerity, not only for his love of the scenery but also in praise of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"Hahaha."
Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily. He beckoned to the side, calling gently, "Xiaoya, come here."
At this, a woman in a light blue long dress walked over gracefully.
Her figure was graceful and her steps were light. Her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. On her delicate face, her willow-leaf eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were like a pair of clear springs.
"Big Brother."
She moved with light, graceful steps, arriving before Ning Fengzhi. She bowed slightly in salute, her voice clear and melodious.
Ning Fengzhi smiled at Lu Feng and introduced, "Brother Lu Feng, this is Ning Ya, my sixteenth sister. You young people should have more to talk about. I'll have her accompany you for a walk around."
Sixteenth sister? Lu Feng inwardly mused.
Ning Fengzhi's old man really got busy.
No, wait, looking at her and Ning Fengzhi's faces, they probably aren't biological siblings.
Lu Feng nodded slightly and said politely, "Then I'll be troubling Miss Ning Ya."
Ning Ya raised her head, her gaze meeting Lu Feng's. A gentle smile appeared on her face: "Young Master Lu, you are too polite."
On the viewing platform.
Ning Fengzhi stood quietly, the breeze gently stirring his robes. The warm smile that had been on his face slowly faded, replaced by a deep, calm expression.
"Uncle Jian, do you think there's really a weapon in this world that can harm a Titled Douluo?" Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
Hearing this, Chen Xin clasped his hands behind his back. He looked up at the clear, distant sky, sinking deep into thought.
His mind unconsciously drifted back to his own long and arduous cultivation path.
He had shown extraordinary talent since childhood. At the age of 40, he had already become a level 61 Soul Emperor.
It was also that year, during a spar, that he lost to the 37-year-old, level 58 Gu Rong. From then on, the two formed a deep friendship.
Faced with defeat, he did not give up on himself. Instead, he continuously honed his "Heart Sword".
This enlightenment lasted for 12 years.
12 years later, his combat style was no longer confined to the Seven Kills Sword Martial Soul; all things in the world could be his sword.
That year, he was 52 years old and successfully broke through to level 90, becoming a Titled Douluo.
52 years... every breakthrough was accompanied by sweat and blood. Forging himself into a Titled Douluo had cost him countless efforts and numerous life-and-death trials.
Now, someone was telling him that an ordinary person, with no soul power foundation, could defeat him with just a weapon.
The mere thought of such a scene felt absurd to Chen Xin.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Xin finally spoke slowly, his voice deep, "It is rumored that in ancient times, the power of Soul Tools was beyond imagination. It's just that these things are too rare nowadays, and very few people know about them."
After speaking, he paused slightly, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes, and continued, "What Lu Feng spoke of is likely one of those types of Soul Tools."
Ning Fengzhi nodded lightly, saying nothing.
After a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, his brows furrowed slightly again, and he muttered to himself, "Tang Sect... I've never heard of it before."
Chen Xin turned slightly, his gaze calmly falling on the distant, rolling mountains. He said slowly, "In this world, even the most powerful clan cannot escape the erosion of time. All will eventually perish."
"Spirit Hall may seem to be at its peak, but it has only existed for ten thousand years."
"Even 100,000-year-old soul beasts, possessing near heaven-defying strength and long lifespans, are still killed, are they not?"
"Time flows on, but the sword alone is eternal."
His words were spoken lightly, yet they revealed an open-mindedness born from having weathered the vicissitudes of life.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong had been listening for a long time and finally couldn't help but snort coldly, "You sword-maniac, all you know is practicing the sword. I think you've practiced yourself into an idiot. All day long, you just mutter about that sword of yours. Can you eat it?"
After speaking, Gu Rong even rolled his eyes in disdain.
When Chen Xin heard this, his neck stiffened, and his eyes widened. "You have the nerve to talk about me? Your own mind is cluttered, thinking about this and that all day. No wonder you still haven't broken through to level 96!"
"Bullshit!" Hearing this, the Bone Douluo immediately jumped up, his face red with anger.
The two began to argue, one word after another.
If an outsider were here at this moment, seeing the two revered and mighty Titled Douluo bickering like children, their jaws would probably drop to the floor.
Ning Fengzhi stood to the side, helplessly pressing his hand to his forehead.
These two elders had bickered for a lifetime; neither would concede to the other. Their personalities were entirely different, yet they were always together. His own ears had suffered greatly over the years.
However, he knew in his heart that although the two never yielded to each other verbally, at a critical moment, they would absolutely go through fire and water for one another.
In his heart, Ning Fengzhi actually believed Lu Feng. After all, before meeting Lu Feng, he would never have believed that a weapon capable of instantly killing a Soul Ancestor existed.
Thinking of this, an ambition quietly surged in Ning Fengzhi's heart.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the south, toward the center of the continent, where the holy land in the hearts of Soul Masters—Spirit Hall—was located.
That light flashed in his eyes.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will definitely stand at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent!
On the other side, Lu Feng and Ning Ya walked leisurely along the street.
The gentle breeze lifted a corner of Ning Ya's skirt. She lightly reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, an elegant and moving gesture.
Clan disciples occasionally passed by, their gazes invariably turning curiously toward them, before gathering in small groups to whisper.
Ning Ya was a well-known figure in the clan.
She was Clan Master Ning Fengzhi's youngest sister. She was only nineteen this year, yet her talent was extremely high, having already reached level 40 soul power. Such an achievement made her a leader among the younger generation.
Her reputation in the clan was even higher than Ning Rongrong's.
Although Ning Rongrong was also exceptionally talented, she was, after all, still a little girl who hadn't lost her childishness. Ning Ya, however, had already blossomed into a graceful young woman and was the "princess" respected by everyone in the clan.
Most importantly, she was not yet betrothed.
"Miss Ning Ya, what is that place over there?" Lu Feng pointed to a bustling area.
"Oh, there."
Ning Ya tilted her head slightly, looking in the direction Lu Feng was pointing. A faint smile touched her lips, and her voice was soft and pleasant. "That is the clan's Spirit Battle Arena, where the disciples usually spar with each other."
"Spirit Battle?"
Lu Feng's interest was piqued, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. "Then let's go take a look."
Ning Ya saw Lu Feng's eagerness and couldn't help but smile.
She moved with light, graceful steps, following closely behind Lu Feng, and said softly, "Alright. I heard from Big Brother that Young Master Lu is a cultivation genius."