Chapter 206

Speak up, ignoring Dai Mubai's increasingly grim expression, he strode straight into the Zhu family gate.

Dai Mubai's expression turned extremely grim; just as he had momentarily flared with anger and tried to rise, he was ruthlessly suppressed by the aura emanating from Zhu Zhuqing.

I myself am only at Soul King level, yet Zhu Zhuqing has actually risen to Soul Saint level; that aura is even stronger than that of Teacher Flanders back then.

This fact dealt Dai Mubai a crushing blow, rendering him worthless; even his modest talent was mercilessly crushed.

No wonder she was so determined to leave me back then—it turns out I simply wasn't good enough for her.

"You're bringing disgrace upon yourself, Dai Mubai; hahaha."

His cultivation remains; even without his princely status, he is still a lofty Soul Master—but without his cultivation, he has nothing.

Everything has come to nothing.

He dare not gamble, for he now possesses nothing but this meager cultivation.

He could gamble on other things, but his cultivation is real—and if it were abolished, he would truly have nothing left.

Dai Mubai is at most a minor episode; sooner or later that criminal fly will vanish from the Star Luo Empire, so there's no need to make a big fuss now.

Seeing the faint blue light like ice and snow shimmering from her left leg, Zhu Zhuqing still felt a lingering sense of relief.

I never expected that an eighty-thousand-year Icefield Magic Wolf would produce a soul bone so well suited to her—and it's a leg soul bone.

It's also fortunate that those who followed me from before are members of the Breaking Heaven Sect; well-versed in the sect, they wouldn't turn on each other over a mere soul bone.

Even then, I let myself absorb it; only by pairing the soul ring of the same spirit beast with the soul bone can its full power be unleashed.

Yang Lie Feng and Yang Lie Shui, who accompanied us, clearly understood that once my seventh soul ring is reached, it will certainly be a hundred-thousand-year sea spirit beast; later on, there could even be at least three hundred-thousand-year soul bones produced.

Now I absorb this eighty-thousand-year soul bone—what to do later? Surely I'll save a few points, keeping the slot open so that if the sect later puts up a suitable attribute hundred-thousand-year soul bone, I can simply take it.

Why bother competing with Zhu Zhuqing for an eighty-thousand-year soul bone?

Moreover, this soul bone combined with Zhu Zhuqing's soul ring can unleash even greater power, relying on her somewhat ambiguous title of third wife; Yang Lie Feng and Yang Lie Shui have no reason to contend with her for the soul bone.

With this eighty-thousand-year soul bone, Zhu Zhuqing will have the justification and confidence to later absorb a hundred-thousand-year soul ring to boost her rank.

I fear that by then I'll need to trouble Yang Lie Feng and Yang Lie Shui, and even seek aid from the Breaking Heaven Sect.

"Wait for me, I will surely return to your side in glory." Zhu Zhuqing's mind flashed back to the time she spent with Yang Yun.

Although if she wished, she could now return to the Breaking Heaven Sect and lie in Yang Yun's arms.

But she is unwilling to do so.

She does not want to be a mere ornament kept in the sect for display.

Shui Bing'er and Ye Lingling both play pivotal roles in the sect; for Zhu Zhuqing to stand confidently beside Yang Yun, she needs to achieve something noteworthy.

Only then will she not be outshone by Shui Bing'er and Ye Lingling, and feel ashamed before them.

This is not pretense; Zhu Zhuqing is merely striving for her own dignity—as she always has.

Whether it was her initial escape from the Zhu family or her continual growth and control of the Zhu family now, it's all for the sake of those two words: 'dignity'.

Several days later.

Breaking Heaven Sect.

Yang Yun glanced at Ning Fengzhi standing in the center of the hall and raised his brows: "Sect Master Ning, what brings you suddenly to the Breaking Heaven Sect?" Ning Fengzhi gripped his cane tighter, then finally let out a sigh and said: "Sect Master Yang, the world is unpredictable—I never imagined our Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect would have fallen so far; as the struggle between Xue Qinghe and Prince Xue Beng intensifies."

"The disciples of my Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect are now few and far between; Xue Qinghe, openly and covertly, keeps demanding that the remaining disciples be sent to the front lines to aid the army's strongest fighters."

"This has caused the already scant members of my Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect to dwindle further, so I have come to ask Sect Master Yang: let me follow the example of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family and establish a Seven Treasure branch hall under the Breaking Heaven Sect's protection."

Yang Yun smiled, stepped down from his seat, and approached Ning Fengzhi: "Easy, easy—Sect Master Ning, for such a small matter, why bother coming in person? Just send someone over to give me a heads-up."

"But Sect Master Ning, as one of the Three Upper Sects, once a nation‑wealthy Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, to go out and proclaim that you're becoming a Seven Treasure branch hall of my Breaking Heaven Sect—who would believe that?"

Ning Fengzhi's smile instantly froze on his face.

Behind him, Sword Douluo erupted with a sharp blade aura that pierced the air, staring at Yang Yun.

Yang Yun's smile remained unchanged; that Sword Douluo's mere sword qi could not stir even a ripple before his overwhelming might.

Not to mention the spear intent—once unleashed, he could skewer both of them into candied haws without even needing to use a soul skill.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is no longer what it once was; as the new heir, Xue Qinghe salivates over the sect's wealth that has been passed down for years.

He wants to wear me down or exhaust all the sect's members, leaving only Ning Rongrong as a tasty extinction.

The longer the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is delayed, the more perilous it becomes.

The current Tian Dou Empire is polarized: outside lie the Spirit Hall and the Star Luo Empire; inside, the conflicts between Xue Beng and Xue Qinghe never cease, each claiming legitimacy and declaring themselves emperor.

Allying with Xue Beng is utterly impossible; I still bear the title of Xue Qinghe's teacher, and no matter how I profess sincerity, it amounts to nothing but empty words.

Without tangible benefits, how can one earn trust?

As for Xue Qinghe, needless to say, he too wants to devour everything.

Neither side is anything good; both are eyeing the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect's coffers.

If one must say which faction is most trustworthy, it is likely the Breaking Heaven Sect, which engages in the most mutually beneficial exchanges.

Most importantly.

Yang Yun's attitude toward the Three Upper Sects' Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family is quite subtle, and Du Gu Yan has also been coming to see him frequently during this period.

Now Yang Yun likely seeks not his money, but an attitude—one that the whole world can understand.

"My daughter Ning Rongrong is about the same age as Sect Master Yang; as she grows older, it's time for her to marry and establish a household. I wonder if Sect Master Yang would be willing to take my daughter as his wife?" Ning Fengzhi said in a solemn tone.

Sword Douluo sighed, turned to look toward the door, and said nothing more.

Yang Yun released his grip on Ning Fengzhi's shoulder, and his aura simultaneously softened.

"Your daughter has been lively and clever since childhood, and she possesses the strongest aptitude in the Nine Treasure Glazed Glass Pagoda; as sect master, how could I be unwilling?"

"However, my sect master's third wife is already arranged; I fear I would have to wrong your daughter into becoming the fourth wife. If Sect Master Ning has no objection, the Seven Treasure branch hall shall be established just like that."

Sword Douluo turned to speak, but Ning Fengzhi held him back; looking at Yang Yun, he asked: "I wonder who Sect Master Yang's third wife is?"

In Yang Yun's mind flashed two large rabbits, then the immaculately white, delicate skin of a certain angel's back.

(End of chapter)