Chapter 71 Ning Rongrong Kneels! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Submits! The Invincible Sword Immortal!
The passersby, both men and women, were stunned.
"nice!"
Qian Renxue didn't hold back her praise, nodding like a chick pecking at rice.
Qian Daobai shook his head with a chuckle and paid the money.
The two walked side by side down the street. Qian Renxue's pace was slow, as if she wanted time to slow down.
She walked around, stopping occasionally to look at the sugar figurines by the roadside, and then being attracted by novel little gadgets.
Soon, her hands were covered with all sorts of little things.
"Is there anything else you want to buy?"
Qian Daobai looked at her, a hint of helpless smile in his voice.
Qian Renxue did not answer. She suddenly stopped and turned to face Qian Daobai.
She held up a string of candied hawthorns and offered it to Qian Daobai's mouth.
Those beautiful golden eyes gleamed with a cunning light in the sunlight.
Qian Daobai smelled the sweet and sour aroma and watched the crystal-clear hawthorn slowly approach.
He slightly opened his mouth.
Just then, Qian Renxue quickly withdrew her hand and took a big bite of the largest hawthorn.
Her cheeks puffed out, and she squinted her eyes happily, saying indistinctly:
"Master, you didn't expect this, did you?"
Seeing her smug look, like a little fox, Qian Daobai shook his head.
He wasn't angry; he just found it somewhat amusing.
Since that day at the Angel Temple, Qian Renxue seemed to have shed all her pretense and burdens in front of him, and returned to the lively and spirited girl she was on Cloud Mist Mountain.
That's fine too.
Qian Renxue quickly finished the whole string of candied hawthorns and licked her lips contentedly.
She readjusted her emotions, tugged at Qian Daobai's sleeve, and headed towards the next shop.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle.
The silhouettes of the two walking side by side stretched out very long.
...
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is located in a separate courtyard in Wuhun City.
In an elegant reception room, Ning Fengzhi sat upright.
Standing beside him was Ning Rongrong, who had just returned from Shrek Academy.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood like two guardian deities behind Ning Fengzhi, their expressions solemn.
Their injuries have been mostly healed thanks to the top-tier elixirs of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but the psychological trauma left from that day is not so easily erased.
At this moment, all four people's eyes were focused on the main seat in the reception room.
There sat a young man dressed in a moon-white robe.
It is indeed the Thousand Cypress.
He held a cup of tea, looking completely at ease, as if this were not the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but his own backyard.
The atmosphere in the reception room was somewhat somber.
Ning Rongrong secretly sized up Qian Daobai.
Is this the man who defeated her father and two grandfathers in one move?
They looked to be about the same age as me.
Yet this very person possesses power that makes the entire continent tremble.
Finally, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and broke the silence.
He stood up and bowed deeply to Qian Daobai.
"From this day forward, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School voluntarily submits to you."
His voice was extremely respectful, without the slightest hint of reluctance.
As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized brocade box from his soul tool, held it with both hands, and handed it to Qian Daobai.
The brocade box was opened, and inside lay a jade ring that was entirely emerald green.
On the jade ring, a seven-story pagoda is carved, its shimmering light clearly indicating that it is no ordinary object.
"This is the token of the sect leader of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Ring."
Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Whoever holds this ring can command all disciples within the sect, and none will dare disobey. Now, I... hand it over to you."
Qian Daobai's gaze fell on the jade ring.
He didn't answer it immediately.
Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, suddenly contracted her pupils upon seeing this scene.
Her little face turned deathly pale once again.
She never imagined that her father would even hand over the sect leader's token!
This is no longer submission.
This is... handing the fate of the entire sect over to someone else!
"Father!"
She couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with urgency.
Ning Fengzhi didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on Qian Daobai, his eyes filled with a resolute look.
He recalled the scene in the courtyard that day.
That terrifying aura, like the might of heaven, left him no choice but to kneel and submit.
He understood that in the face of absolute power, any dignity and pride were worthless.
Resistance will only bring annihilation to the sect.
Only by submitting, completely submitting, can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School secure a glimmer of hope for survival.
It might even be... an incredible stroke of luck.
Qian Daobai put down his teacup, reached out, and took the Seven Treasures Glazed Ring in his hand.
The jade ring felt warm and smooth to the touch, with a slight coolness to the touch.
He casually played with it, calmly watching Ning Fengzhi.
"Have you thought it through?"
"I've thought it through."
Ning Fengzhi's answer was resolute.
He hesitated for a moment, as if making a difficult decision.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke again.
"I...have one more favor to ask."
"explain."
"Could you...could you take my daughter Rongrong as your apprentice?"
These words shocked everyone present.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo suddenly raised their heads, their eyes filled with shock.
Ning Rongrong was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Should we make her... become this person's disciple?
Ning Fengzhi ignored his daughter's reaction and continued speaking, his tone extremely sincere.
"Your strength is unprecedented and has long surpassed the realm of gods."
My daughter Rongrong is mischievous, but she has some talent. However, she has been unable to find a suitable master, which has delayed her cultivation.
"If I could become your disciple and receive even a single instruction from you, it would be a tremendous honor for her... and for my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
Ning Rongrong instantly recalled the long talk her father had with her the night before.
"Rongrong, times have changed."
"In the past, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could rely on its wealth and the intimidation of two Title Douluo to play both sides between the two great empires and the Spirit Hall."
"But now, a powerful being has emerged who is capable of shattering the entire balance."
"Faced with such a powerful figure, we have no choice but to submit. And the best way to ensure the continuation of our sect is to establish a deeper connection with this powerful figure."
"Only the truly strong are qualified to be your teacher. And only by becoming their disciple can you and your sect have a future."
It turns out... Father had already made plans.
"Rongrong, hurry up and pay your respects to your teacher!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a hint of stern urging.
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled. She glanced at her father, whose face was resolute, and then at the indifferent young man in the main seat.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
There was resentment and humiliation, but more than anything, there was a sense of awe and longing for absolute power.
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