Chapter 197 The Avengers
North of Wuhun City, a streak of light flashed past.
Chen Xin, fully activating his soul power, carried Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Tang San, speeding northward.
The wind whistled past their ears, and the scenery rushed by.
Tang San, riding on the "airplane" of a Title Douluo for the first time, felt his internal organs churning as Chen Xin carried him at high speed.
He kept his head down, silent.
From the moment he was swept up by Chen Xin, he was like a puppet, completely at Chen Xin’s mercy.
...
Seven Treasures City, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
When Chen Xin landed with the three on the plaza in front of the sect’s main hall, it was already dark.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire Seven Treasures City in an orange-red hue.
Chen Xin sheathed his martial soul and let out a long breath.
He turned to Ning Fengzhi: "Fengzhi, this move of yours is a risky gamble."
Ning Fengzhi took a few deep breaths, calming his surging blood.
He straightened up, looking at Chen Xin with a firm gaze: "Uncle Sword, I know."
He paused: "But this is also an opportunity."
Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, saying nothing more.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San.
The boy still stood there, head bowed, motionless.
Ning Fengzhi walked over and stopped in front of him.
"Tang San."
His voice was gentle, with a hint of reassurance: "You’re safe."
Tang San slowly raised his head.
He looked at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes empty and cold.
Safe?
He was safe?
His sect was gone, his fellow disciples were dead, his father was dead, his teacher Run was dead, his Xiao Wu’s fate was unknown...
He was safe?
Tang San didn’t speak. He simply stared at Ning Fengzhi.
That gaze sent a slight chill through Ning Fengzhi.
But he maintained his refined smile: "Go and rest first. We’ll talk properly tomorrow."
He beckoned to a servant: "Take this young master to his room and serve him well."
The servant bowed and approached Tang San: "Young master, please."
Tang San glanced at him, then at Ning Fengzhi, before turning and following the servant away.
He didn’t utter a single word.
Ning Rongrong watched his retreating figure, muttering softly, "He’s acting strangely..."
Ning Fengzhi didn’t answer.
He simply watched Tang San’s retreating figure silently, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
...
Night deepened.
In a refined guest room at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Tang San sat by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside.
He was still wearing his blue and white team uniform, stained with blood.
His hands, resting on his knees, were clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
Does it hurt?
No.
Because the pain in his heart was a thousand times, ten thousand times greater.
Father was dead, the sect was gone, Teacher was gone.
And Xiao Wu...
Xiao Wu...
Tang San closed his eyes.
The pink figure appeared in his mind.
Those pink eyes, that adorable smiling face, those repeated calls of "Brother."
"Brother, what are we eating today?"
"Brother, what are you practicing again? Play with me!"
"Brother..."
Xiao Wu...where are you?
Are you still alive?
Tang San’s hands clenched even tighter.
He opened his eyes, looking at the moonlight outside the window.
The moonlight was bright, but it couldn’t penetrate the darkness in his heart.
Jiang Bai. This name echoed repeatedly in his heart.
It was he who had destroyed everything he had.
A flame ignited in Tang San’s eyes.
It was the flame of hatred.
Jiang Bai, you wait.
One day, I will kill you with my own hands.
With your blood, I will pay tribute to my father, to the Clear Sky Sect, to all those who have died.
I swear.
He silently swore in his heart.
...
The next morning.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Tang San?"
An aged yet gentle voice.
Tang San, who hadn’t slept all night, remained silent for a moment, then stood up, walked over, and opened the door.
Outside the door, Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back.
He looked at Tang San, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "The Sect Master wants to see you. Come with me."
Tang San nodded, without speaking.
The two walked one after the other towards the main hall.
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Main Hall.
Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, a pot of tea and three cups in front of him.
Seeing Chen Xin bring Tang San in, he stood up and greeted him with a smile, "Come, sit down and let’s talk."
Tang San remained silent, then sat down opposite him.
Ning Fengzhi poured him a cup of tea and pushed it towards him.
Tang San didn’t move.
Ning Fengzhi didn’t mind, picked up the teacup himself, and took a sip.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Tang San, I know you’re feeling very confused right now."
He looked at Tang San, his gaze sincere, "But there are some things I still need to tell you."
Tang San raised his eyes and looked at him.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and slowly said, "I am also deeply saddened by the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect. We, the three upper sects, are of one family; the Clear Sky Sect’s affairs are my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s affairs."
He paused. "But sadness is useless. What we must do is face reality."
"The reality is that the Spirit Hall has become the most powerful force on the continent. They can destroy whomever they want. The Clear Sky Sect is just the first."
Tang San’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Ning Fengzhi continued, "Do you know who their next target is?"
Without waiting for Tang San’s answer, he spoke first: "It’s my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"It’s the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"It’s all forces that don’t submit to them."
His voice deepened: "Tang San, right? Your father, Tang Hao, severely injured Qian Xunji back then. That’s why Jiang Bai targeted you. You think you’re safe just because you escaped?"
"No. The Spirit Hall won’t let you go. They’ll send people to hunt you down until you die."
Tang San’s hands clenched again.
Ning Fengzhi looked at him, saying each word clearly: "You only have two paths now."
"The first is to find a mountain valley to hide in, change your name, and eke out a living."
"The second..."
He paused: "Cooperate with me, become stronger, and take revenge."
Tang San raised his head, looking at Ning Fengzhi, his eyes burning with fire.
"You can help me take revenge?"
His voice was hoarse, trembling slightly.
Ning Fengzhi looked at him and slowly nodded, "I can."
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has the richest resources on the entire continent. I can provide you with the best cultivation conditions, the best spirit rings, and the best spirit bones."
"As long as you’re willing, I can make you a Title Douluo in the shortest amount of time."
Tang San’s breathing became rapid.
Ning Fengzhi continued, "Moreover, I know about your mother."
Tang San’s body trembled violently!
"My mother?!"
His voice suddenly rose, "You know my mother?!"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin.
Chen Xin looked at Tang San, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Your mother was a 100,000-year-old spirit beast in human form."
Tang San was stunned.
A 100,000-year-old spirit beast?
Chen Xin continued, "Back then, your father, Tang Hao, and your mother were in love. But Qian Xunji of the Spirit Hall discovered your mother’s human form as a spirit beast and led a group to hunt them down. To protect your father and you, your mother chose to sacrifice herself for him."
Tears welled up in Tang San’s eyes.
He had never known who his mother was.
He had asked his father, but his father never told him.
He thought his mother had abandoned them.
So...so that’s how it was...
Ning Fengzhi looked at him and sighed, "Although your mother is dead, her spirit bone remains. And that spirit bone is now very likely in the hands of the Spirit Hall."
The flames of hatred in Tang San’s eyes burned even brighter.
Ning Fengzhi looked at him and slowly said, "So, Tang San, are you willing to cooperate with me?"
Tang San looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "Sect Leader Ning, why do you want to help me?"
Ning Fengzhi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because we need each other."
He looked at Tang San, his gaze sincere: "What you need are resources and opportunities to become stronger. What I need is an ally who can fight against the Spirit Hall."
"A mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more."
Tang San remained silent.
Ning Fengzhi continued, "Of course, you can choose not to believe me. But I can tell you, right now, on the entire continent, besides my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, no one dares to take you in, and no one dares to help you fight against the Spirit Hall."
"This is your only choice."
Tang San looked at him for a long time.
Then, he slowly nodded and grasped Ning Fengzhi’s hand.
The two hands clasped tightly together.
An alliance of revenge was thus formed.
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