Chapter 47: It

In fact, Ning Fengzhi and the other two had already arrived here when Tang San and Tai Tan made their bet.

Seeing Tang San about to collapse, Ning Fengzhi finally acted.

His intervention instantly reversed the situation, marking the premature end of the bet.

"So it really is the Clear Sky Hammer…"

Ning Fengzhi and everyone present were drawn to the small hammer in Tang San's left hand.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda on his hand continued to glow, still enveloping Tang San's body like ripples flowing into him.

"Third brother, how are you?"

Ning Rongrong asked with concern, rushing over with Xiao Wu and Oscar; Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun also pushed through the crowd.

Tang San turned his gaze toward the source of the seven-colored light and met Ning Fengzhi's eyes directly.

"…"

He quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply to Ning Fengzhi: "Greetings, Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly: "It seems we are truly destined to meet."

He reached out to help Tang San up, then continued: "Since you are Rongrong's friend, and she calls you Third Brother, from now on, call me Uncle Ning."

For the vast majority of Spirit Masters, gaining the recognition of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master was a tremendous blessing.

Tang San, of course, was no fool—he immediately bowed and said: "Greetings, Uncle Ning."

No sooner had he spoken than Tai Tan stepped forward, staring sternly at him: "You are Tang San—your father… is he Tang Hao?"

"How do you know?"

Tang San stared in surprise at the powerful Spirit Master before him, whose strength was pure physical might.

Upon hearing this, Tai Tan's massive, mountain-like body suddenly thudded to one knee, his whole frame trembling with emotion, unable to speak.

"Elder, what are you doing?"

Tang San was startled by Tai Tan's action and quickly stepped aside, refusing to accept the bow.

Tai Tan forced down his inner turmoil: "Your humble servant, Tai Tan, pays homage to the Young Master."

"Young Master?"

Everyone present, except Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, were stunned.

Not far from the academy gate, Zhou Yu stood quietly, watching everything unfold.

"Tang San, cherish what you have now."

"Soon, I will strip you of everything…"

…

From Tai Tan's mouth, Tang San finally learned the true identity of his father, Tang Hao.

Tai Tan spoke gravely: "Young Master, you must be cautious of Ning Fengzhi. The Master once said Ning Fengzhi is a man of great talent; under his leadership, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will surely flourish. You belong to the Clear Sky Sect—you must never join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, no matter what."

Tang San had always sought to draw close to Ning Rongrong, aiming to gain the support and aid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Now that he knew his origins, he would no longer humble himself, let alone live under another's roof.

Tang San nodded slightly: "Grandpa Tai, rest assured. Even if you hadn't said this today, I had no intention of joining any sect."

He left the room where Tai Tan and his grandfather and grandson were staying, took two deep breaths, and calmed his emotions.

Since birth, he had never felt paternal love—he never had, he doesn't now, and he won't need it in the future. But he must fully leverage his identity as Tang Hao's son to secure sufficient power and support.

Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the conference room, calmly sipping tea.

Gu Rong, the Title Douluo, sat beside him with eyes closed, only opening them when Tang San entered, his gaze sweeping over Tang San as if piercing through his body.

Ning Rongrong stood obediently behind Ning Fengzhi and stuck out her tongue at Tang San.

Tang San stepped forward and bowed slightly to Ning Fengzhi: "Greetings, Uncle Ning. I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly: "No matter. Sit. Xiao San, may I call you that?"

Tang San nodded: "You are Rongrong's father—you may."

Ning Fengzhi's expression turned solemn: "I came here prepared to spare no cost to bring you into our sect. But I never expected you to be the son of an old friend."

"Do you know my father?"

"Of course! The youngest Title Douluo on the continent—how many Spirit Masters wouldn't know that?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression returned to normal as he said to Tang San: "Xiao San, Uncle is very interested in the Hidden Weapons you crafted. Would you be willing to sell us their manufacturing method? Name your price—I won't haggle."

"That's impossible!"

Tang San refused: "I will not sell the method of crafting Hidden Weapons. But I promised Rongrong I could sell the weapons themselves to your sect. You may have the forging process, but the final assembly must be done by me personally."

"…"

Ning Fengzhi had not expected such a firm refusal—not even a shred of face given to him, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After a moment's thought, he smiled: "Then so be it!"

"Also, Uncle has one more matter!"

Ning Fengzhi glanced back at his beloved daughter behind him and said to Tang San: "Rongrong is my only daughter, and she will one day inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. And you are the son of an old friend—Uncle wishes to betroth Rongrong to you! What do you say?"

"Dad… Dad!"

At these words, Ning Rongrong's face flushed crimson.

Tang San was also stunned—he had not expected happiness to arrive so suddenly.

In the past, he would have accepted without hesitation.

But now, his identity and past were vastly different; this sudden joy carried with it a tangle of complex emotions.

Finally, Tang San shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Ning! But a gentleman does not take what another loves—Rongrong and Oscar…"

"Oscar?"

Ning Fengzhi looked puzzled—he had no idea who Oscar was.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong heard that Tang San had actually refused, and instantly flew into a rage, speaking with agitated emotion: "Tang San, do not talk nonsense. Oscar likes me; that is his business. What does it have to do with me?"

"Rongrong, do not misunderstand! I was just..."

Tang San was about to explain, but where could Ning Rongrong listen? She stormed out in a fury.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's gloomy expression, Tang San hurriedly said: "Uncle Ning, thank you for your help just now. If there is nothing else, I wish to return and rest. Regarding the Hidden Weapons, please send the parts for every hundred sets of Hidden Weapons to this place once they are forged. After I assemble them, I will hand them over to you."

Ning Fengzhi, worthy of being the sect master, still nodded politely, and at the same time stuffed a golden card into his hand as a deposit.

Watching Tang San walk out, Gu Rong could not help but shout angrily: "Fengzhi, although our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's combat power cannot compare to the Clear Sky Sect, in terms of financial strength, which of the seven great sects can match us? That boy now knows his father is Tang Hao, yet he does not even take us seriously. It is simply outrageous."

Speaking to this point, a trace of ruthless expression flowed across Gu Rong's face, and his right hand stood before him like a blade, making a slight gesture.

(End of this chapter)