Chapter 61

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo both drew a sharp breath.

"Three 100,000-year soul bones, one of them even surpassing the quality of a 100,000-year soul bone, with an external soul bone attached; doesn't that mean even the torso bones now have the qualifications for evolution?"

While Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were still reeling from shock, Ning Fengzhi asked uncertainly: "Bone Uncle, Sword Uncle; do you think there's a chance between Rongrong and Yang Yun?"

Upon hearing this, both Titled Douluo glared at Ning Fengzhi.

"Fengzhi, Rongrong is still this young and you're already scheming about her?"

"I disagree; Rongrong is currently the owner of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tower, and she's the undisputed future successor of your position—how could she be lightly married off?"

"I see that Yang Yun is no mere pond-dweller; the hidden dragon has risen, transformed into a dragon in the abyss; there's no way he'd become a son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect."

"In my opinion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect could intermarry extensively with the descendants of the Po clan, the predecessors of the Breaking Heaven Sect; the Breaking Soul Spear emphasizes ultimate attack power, and with the aid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect it would surely become invincible."

"But marrying Rongrong over to the Breaking Heaven Sect would not be wise."

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo's talk grew more absurd, but the core point was that Ning Rongrong must stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect; others couldn't care less whether she lives or dies.

Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless wry smile, waved his hand, and said: "I'm merely raising a suggestion; I don't actually intend for Rongrong to marry. Sect Master Yang has no special feelings for Rongrong either, and it's not something I can just make happen!"

Alright, Bone Uncle, Sword Uncle; let's talk about the Wind Sword Sect. While we were receiving Sect Master Yang, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect's Star Luo outpost sent a secret report.

The Wind Sword Sect, along with several other big and small powers, were openly wiped out by the Breaking Heaven Sect today; the reason is that their senior members set an ambush to assassinate the Breaking Heaven Sect's Grand Elder Yang Wudi.

What do you think of this?

Sword Douluo got straight to the point: "It's none of our business; the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect remains neutral; we have no position to intervene in the Breaking Heaven Sect's grudges, and moreover, there's no benefit in becoming enemies with them."

Yang Yun possesses an extremely deep and ruthless city mansion, decisive in killing, and wields a slaughter domain—he is the youngest killing god to have emerged from the Thus line: Shalu Zhidu; even being hostile toward him brings only harm and no benefit; this information is irrelevant to us; just ignore it.

Bone Douluo nodded; his opinion on this matter agreed with Sword Douluo's.

Don't worry about others' frost on the tiles; just sweep the snow before your own door.

Ning Fengzhi shared this view, nodding as he pondered: "The Breaking Heaven Sect has produced a true dragon; its achievements may in the future be unable to match the stature of the Clear Sky Sect's ancestor Tang Chen and the Spirit Hall's Grand Master Qian Daoliu standing side by side."

At most, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect's standing will decline, but it will definitely remain above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon; in the coming centuries, the Breaking Heaven Sect must absolutely not become enemies.

Sword Douluo thought of the possessor of the golden human-bodied, six-winged angel martial soul, Qian Daoliu.

He let out a cold snort: "I didn't expect Fengzhi's evaluation of Yang Yun to be so high; I actually regret not having crossed blades with him for a spar."

Ning Fengzhi pondered a moment and said: "That's not a bad thing either; the continental elite tournament for high-level soul master academies is about to begin; avoiding injury would be best."

Bone Douluo gave Sword Douluo a teasing look: "Old scoundrel, last time you didn't follow us to the Star Luo Empire; you suffered a loss, huh, hehehe."

Sword Douluo tightened his grip on his long sword.

A '#' vein bulged on his forehead; Bone Douluo said bluntly: "You bony scoundrel, if you've got the guts, come out for a duel; come on."

Bone Douluo picked his nose with his pinky, looking disdainfully at Sword Douluo: "Why would I fight you for no reason? Unless we put down a wager."

Ning Fengzhi's forehead sprouted several lines, a drop of cold sweat fell; he silently took his cane and walked toward the rear courtyard.

You two old-timers go ahead and fight; I'll go comfort my precious little padded jacket; just now seeing this posture, I reckon even coaxing for half a day might not be enough.

Sword Douluo's eyes shifted and he instantly knew what Bone Douluo was scheming.

After sheathing his sword, Sword Douluo's face remained calm as he said: "After I help Rongrong hunt for her third soul ring, I'll come give you a proper lesson, you bony scoundrel." Seeing that Bone Douluo didn't take the bait, he hurried forward to provoke: "Old scoundrel, are you scared?"

Sword Douluo remained unmoved! "Old scoundrel, if you're scared just say so; your bone grandpa will spare you once."

Sword Douluo remained unmoved! "Old fogey, don't yell at me; if you're sensible, just give up this chance."

Sword Douluo remained unmoved! In the end Bone Douluo couldn't take it; a spike of bone protruded from the back of his hand as he charged at Sword Douluo.

Sword Douluo was not unmoved; he curled the corner of his mouth into a barely perceptible arc and sidestepped to dodge.

"My body is like a sword!"

Sword Douluo activated his soul skill, pointing straight at Bone Douluo and laughing: "You bony scoundrel, this is you who provoked me; take this!"

Bone Douluo instantly came to his senses, but having already struck, it was too late to react; he could only raise his hands to meet the attack.

While fending off the attack, he angrily shouted: "Old scoundrel, as the person, so the sword; you are a true sword!"

The Star Dou Great Forest.

The halo of light emanating from the Blue Silver Grass cocoon grew ever stronger; Tang Hao knew his son was finally about to break out of the cocoon and successfully evolve.

A look of relief unconsciously appeared on his face as he gazed at the grass cocoon.

Until he saw the completely hairless Tiě San, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao San, put on some clothes first."

Upon hearing his father's voice, Tang San snapped back to awareness, involuntarily drawing upon the lingering vitality within him; indirectly, his head of azure-blue hair cascaded down.

He also had delicate eyebrows and thin lips, his skin so supple it seemed breakable at a blow, resembling a girl.

Had he not known this was his own son, Tang Hao might even have thought it was Ah Yin resurrected and standing before him again.

After growing hair, Tang San immediately took out a set of highly elastic blue combat attire and put it on, changing his skin in advance.

"Father, I feel...?" Tang San hadn't even gotten a chance to speak when he saw a patch of grass beside Tang Hao's foot.

He involuntarily widened his eyes, unable to believe what lay before him.

"Gazing-Autumn-Water Dew? Am I dreaming?" Tang San muttered, step by step firmly staring at the Gazing-Autumn-Water Dew as he quickly walked forward, both hands protecting it.

Tang Hao involuntarily furrowed his brows and asked: "Xiao San, do you recognize what kind of plant this is? Could this also be something the Grandmaster taught you?"

For this, Tang San had long prepared his reason, his expression unchanged: "Some things are from the teacher's writings; more is knowledge that suddenly popped into my mind; it's like the inheritance of the Blue Silver Emperor etched in my brain."

"So I showed that surprised expression earlier because I wasn't sure those memories were real; now it seems they are, and this world truly possesses such extraordinary treasures that seize the workings of heaven and earth."

Tang Hao's facial doubt deepened further.

"Xiao San, earlier the Blue Silver Emperor sent a stalk of black bamboo into your cocoon; do you know what that is?"

As he spoke, Tang Hao condensed his soul power into the lines of an Ink Jade Divine Bamboo to show Tang San.

Many people have opinions about Tiě San Immortal Grass... I'm sorry, but I can only say that I have my own padding and train of thought; the divine realm must intervene, otherwise the Asura God couldn't watch his future successor develop as useless as a lump of feces, trapped in a dead-end situation. This is unreasonable, utterly brainless!!! Report thought

(End of Chapter)