271. Visiting Seven Treasure Glazed Clan

"Daddy, how much longer do we have to wait?"

A crisp, youthful voice echoed from the tall, wide watchtower.

Ning Fengzhi was holding the hand of a young girl with short pink hair, dressed in a white little skirt.

Her delicate face was as fresh and tender as a peeled lychee, exuding a faint aura of nobility.

Behind the father and daughter stood the tall Sword Douluo and the burly Bone Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi smiled softly, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"Rongrong, just a little longer. After all, it's your fiancé who's coming. You'll have plenty of times to wait for him in the future."

"But standing here is so boring," Ning Rongrong whined, holding Ning Fengzhi's hands and swaying them gently. She wanted to go and play.

Ning Fengzhi, helpless, released her hands and gently rubbed her hair.

"Rongrong, be good, just wait a little longer—"

"Hmph!" Before he could finish, Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. She muttered, "Rongrong knows, he's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I can't act out."

"Heh, it's good that you remember," Ning Fengzhi nodded, lightly tapping her head.

Ning Rongrong was still fuming, her bright eyes darting mischievously, full of energy and cleverness.

"Fengzhi, they're here," Sword Douluo suddenly spoke.

"Heh! It seems this Holy Son is more impressive than we expected," Bone Douluo remarked with a curious smile.

"Oh? What makes you say that, Uncle Bone?" Ning Fengzhi asked, puzzled.

Sword Douluo replied, "That old Salas is acting as the Holy Son's driver right now."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his face.

He knew Salas' behavior well—it seemed the Holy Son truly had some influence.

Looking down at his daughter, who was curiously craning her neck to catch a glimpse, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's go, Rongrong. We should head down."

"Okay," Ning Rongrong obediently nodded, clearly relieved not to have to stand there any longer.

She was quite curious about what the Holy Son, whom her father and the others often mentioned, looked like.

If he turned out to be ugly, she definitely wouldn't want to play with him!

Ning Fengzhi and the others slowly descended from the tower and took their positions at the small city gate.

From a distance, they could already see the carriage bearing the emblem of the Spirit Hall approaching.

Inside the carriage, Qian Renjue was lying on Ling Yuan Douluo's lap, taking a nap.

Ling Yuan lifted the curtain slightly to check outside.

"Your Highness, we’re almost there."

"Mmm," Qian Renjue replied softly, snuggling further into Ling Yuan’s embrace, reluctant to get up as sleep had just begun to take hold.

Ling Yuan smiled gently, her slender fingers softly caressing Qian Renjue's handsome face, quietly waiting for the carriage to come to a halt.

Meanwhile, another luxurious carriage followed closely behind, belonging to the Imperial Crown Prince.

After a few moments, the carriage stopped with a slight jolt, coming to a steady halt.

Salas, still playing the role of a subordinate, refrained from addressing Ning Fengzhi and the others. He turned and said, "Your Highness, Elder Ling Yuan, we've arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."

"Alright," came a slightly drowsy voice.

Inside the carriage, Qian Renjue rubbed his face to shake off the drowsiness, while Ling Yuan helped him tidy his clothes.

At the city gate, Ning Rongrong clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes full of curiosity and a little anticipation.

Soon, Ling Yuan lifted the carriage’s curtain, and Qian Renjue was the first to step out.

His face was calm, his gaze piercing. His thick golden hair flowed naturally behind him, and his brow exuded a sense of ease and composure. His fair skin contrasted with his strong, chiseled features.

He wore a long white robe with golden patterns, which, if fully displayed, would reveal the image of a six-winged angel. He radiated nobility and confidence from head to toe.

Standing protectively beside him was the tall Ling Yuan Douluo, scanning their surroundings.

Ning Rongrong blinked her bright eyes, slightly mesmerized.

Qian Renjue easily spotted the group waiting to greet him. He had met Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo during the previous Soul Master Tournament.

Walking forward at a steady pace, Qian Renjue offered a polite bow and greeted them, "Junior Qian Renjue greets Sect Master Ning, and Seniors Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo."

"You’ve come a long way, Holy Son. There's no need for such formality," Ning Fengzhi said with a refined smile, his tone gentle.

As he looked at the young man before him, Ning Fengzhi was amazed—he couldn't sense Qian Renjue's true strength at all.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Ning Rongrong looked up at her supposed fiancé. For now, aside from his good looks, there didn't seem to be anything particularly remarkable about him.

This wasn't the best place to chat, so without much further courtesy, Ning Fengzhi gestured and invited, "Holy Son, it's still early. Why don't you come inside for a brief rest?"

"Thank you, Sect Master Ning," Qian Renjue nodded. He was more than happy to sit down for a while, as all the formalities were exhausting.

"Please," Ning Fengzhi said with a smile, walking alongside Qian Renjue.

As they entered the town under the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan’s jurisdiction, Qian Renjue's eyes gleamed with admiration. It truly was a sect rich beyond measure.

The buildings lining the streets were uniform, clearly constructed under a single plan funded by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. The residents, though numerous, all appeared well-off, judging by their attire.

This made sense to Qian Renjue, as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, being primarily a support-type sect, relied on recruiting battle-type soul masters from commoners.

The town they built carried significant potential.

Ning Fengzhi, skilled at reading people, noticed the admiration in Qian Renjue’s eyes, feeling a hint of pride.

However, recalling Qian Renjue's subtle tactics, he could only silently marvel.

Sword Douluo stared at Qian Renjue's back and remarked, "Has the Holy Son already broken through to the Spirit Saint level?"

"Hmm?" Qian Renjue paused, surprised by the bluntness of Sword Douluo’s question, but nodded truthfully. "Senior Sword is indeed perceptive. I just broke through to the seventieth level, and I’m currently preparing my spirit ring."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo couldn’t hide their astonishment.

"As expected," Sword Douluo said, his expression momentarily distant. Even though he had suspected it, the confirmation still left him in awe. He sincerely praised, "The Holy Son’s talent is truly unparalleled."

"Uh, unparalleled might be an exaggeration. I’ve just been lucky," Qian Renjue replied, slightly embarrassed, a shy smile on his face.

After all, he still had an older sister above him. Compared to her, he was just a little short.

"Haha, the Holy Son is too modest," Ning Fengzhi laughed. "If luck alone could bring one to such heights, the other so-called geniuses of the world would be jokes."