"Beast, you beast…"
Ning Fengzhi lay on the ground, continuously letting out weak roars.
His voice had already become hoarse, and two bloody tear tracks stained his aged face.
The thought of his daughter currently enduring Jiang Chen's torment made Ning Fengzhi's heart feel like it was being cut by knives.
Unfortunately, his injuries had not yet recovered, and he only had one arm left, so he couldn't even crawl up.
He hated, hated the Spirit Hall for being ruthless and unscrupulous in its actions.
He hated that his own sect wasn't powerful enough, allowing the Spirit Hall to easily destroy it.
He even hated himself for choosing to oppose the Spirit Hall.
If only he had lowered his head like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he could have exchanged it for the sect's prosperity. Why did he have to cling to that so-called pride, causing thousands of disciples to lose their lives and his daughter to suffer such humiliation?
"Rongrong, Dad has let you down…"
Ning Fengzhi even had thoughts of ending his own life; he felt too ashamed to face his daughter again.
But the moment he thought that once he died, his daughter would truly have no family left, he couldn't bear to do it.
No one knew that this former Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan Sect Master, who had once dominated the soul master world, was now lying miserably on the ground.
It wasn't until almost noon that hurried footsteps finally sounded.
"Dad!" Accompanied by an anxious shout, Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and rushed in.
Upon seeing Ning Fengzhi lying on the ground, covered in dust, with bloodstains on his face, Ning Rongrong's heart nearly collapsed.
"Dad, what happened to you? Don't scare me." Ning Rongrong threw herself over and knelt on the ground.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes regained some light, focusing on his beloved daughter.
Ning Rongrong's haggard appearance made Ning Fengzhi's heart ache unbearably.
"Dad, let me help you onto the bed." Ning Rongrong reached out with both hands and laboriously lifted Ning Fengzhi, heading toward the bed.
Feeling his daughter walking with a limp, Ning Fengzhi's heart sank, and he no longer held any illusions.
"Jiang Chen, you won't have a good death!" Ning Fengzhi let out a hoarse, grief-stricken cry.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Ning Rongrong panicked and hurriedly placed Ning Fengzhi on the bed.
Ning Fengzhi gripped his daughter's hand tightly with his remaining one, his face twisted as he asked, "Rongrong, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"
Ning Rongrong let out a soft sound. "Dad, I don't feel any discomfort."
Ning Fengzhi still held her hand firmly. "Then why are you walking…"
"It's nothing, it just hurts a little." Ning Rongrong explained.
"Where does it hurt?" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he urgently pressed for an answer.
Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed red. She lowered her head and stopped speaking.
When she got out of bed earlier, she had only taken a few steps before finding the pain unbearable. Upon checking, she discovered an inexplicable bruise at the base of her thigh.
Worried about her father, she had endured the pain and run straight over.
That kind of embarrassing area, how could she possibly tell her father about it?
Seeing his daughter's blushing face, how could Ning Fengzhi not understand?
Recalling the words Jiang Chen had said at the time, telling him to stay alive to watch the birth of his grandson, his heart turned icy cold.
The poor girl probably still didn't know she had already… Ning Fengzhi felt deep sorrow in his heart.
"Dad, quickly tell me, what exactly happened? And where are Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone?"
As Ning Rongrong spoke, she looked back. The other two beds were already empty; Sword Douluo and the others were gone.
Ning Fengzhi took several deep breaths, slightly calming the grief in his heart, before saying heavily, "Rongrong, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is gone."
"Ah? Dad, what are you saying? How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan be gone?" Ning Rongrong's heart surged with anxiety.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was so powerful, how could it disappear just like that?
Ning Fengzhi said bitterly, "The Spirit Hall made their move. They deployed ten thousand soul masters and five Title Douluo, completely wiping out our clan. Except for your two grandpas who escaped and me, everyone else is dead."
Ning Rongrong's mind went blank. She sat dazedly by the bed, the words Ning Fengzhi had just spoken echoing continuously in her ears.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had been destroyed by the Spirit Hall!
The sect where she had grown up was gone. Those older brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, are all gone.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi's head full of white hair, his wrinkled aged face, and that terrifying severed arm wound, her heart twisted with pain.
"Why is the Spirit Hall so vicious!" She could no longer endure it and threw herself onto Ning Fengzhi, crying loudly.
It took a long while before she stopped crying. With red eyes, she asked, "Where are Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone? I saw them here before."
Ning Fengzhi's heart ached. His two old partners had been killed by that beastly scoundrel.
He forced a smile on his face. "Your two grandpas left. They said they were going to seek revenge on the Spirit Hall."
He feared his daughter couldn't bear this terrible news, so he told a kind lie.
Ning Rongrong suddenly wiped away her tears and clenched her fists tightly. "Dad, we must take revenge for this. Our clansmen cannot have died in vain."
Ning Fengzhi's expression changed. He thought of the Spirit Hall's several hundred thousand soul master army. How were they supposed to take revenge?
"Quickly call Dean Flender over. I have an urgent matter to discuss with him." Ning Fengzhi said anxiously.
When Chen Xin had brought him and Gu Rong to land at Shrek Academy earlier, he still had some consciousness and knew it was Flender who had saved him.
"Alright." Seeing her father's unusually grave expression, Ning Rongrong didn't dare delay and hurriedly ran out.
Because of the pain in her leg, her walking posture was still somewhat awkward.
"Rongrong, Dad has harmed you…"
"Oscar, I hope you can still love Rongrong as always. Don't let me down…"
…
Not long after, Flender and Zhao Wuji both rushed over.
"Sect Master Ning, you're awake?" Flender was delighted. Now the gold soul coins he had advanced earlier would be covered.
Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Dean Flender, there is something I need to entrust to you."
"Sect Master Ning, please speak freely." Flender patted his chest.
As long as you don't make me advance any more money… he silently added in his heart.
Ning Fengzhi said, "I want you to go to the Star Luo Empire and notify the Star Luo imperial family that the Spirit Hall already possesses several hundred thousand soul master troops and will likely soon ignite a continental war."
"How is that possible?" Flender cried out in alarm. Zhao Wuji also wore a look of shock.
Ning Rongrong covered her red lips, clearly stunned as well.
"Doesn't the Spirit Hall only have tens of thousands of soul masters? How did it suddenly become several hundred thousand?" Flender shook his head, unable to believe it.
Ning Fengzhi recalled the scene when Yu Yuanzhen had spoken and said, "This was personally stated by an elder of the Spirit Hall. Its authenticity is extremely high."
"The Spirit Hall has actually become this powerful." Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine.
He had a grudge against the Spirit Hall, and this news immediately created enormous pressure for him.
Flender finally realized the severity of the situation. "Alright, I'll set out immediately to warn the Star Luo imperial family."
Ning Rongrong said, "Dad, what about Brother Qinghe? Shouldn't we warn him too?"
Zhao Wuji smiled. "Rongrong, don't worry. Grandpa Sword already went to warn him this morning."
Ning Rongrong then nodded.
Ning Fengzhi's heart felt complicated. Back when he learned that a powerful expert was assisting the emperor, he had once suspected it was someone from the Spirit Hall.
Later, after learning it was Dugu Bo, he had let go of that suspicion.
But just this early morning, he learned that Dugu Bo was actually a person from the Spirit Hall.
Dugu Bo had said at the time that he approached the Heaven Dou Emperor to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, so Ning Fengzhi once again chose to believe his disciple.
He believed his disciple had been deceived.
But then, Elder Sword went to the imperial palace and still hadn't returned.
And he had personally witnessed Jiang Chen transform into his daughter's appearance to kill Gu Rong, and even admit to having already killed Chen Xin.
The Ning Rongrong that Jiang Chen had transformed into was indistinguishable even to her own father.
The more Ning Fengzhi thought about it, the more terrified he became.
He decided that once his injuries improved a bit, he would go to the imperial palace to investigate thoroughly.
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