Chapter 19: The Visitor
As dawn broke, the first light of day appeared on the horizon.
The twinkling stars shimmered in the last rays of the setting sun.
The main hall was brightly lit, but the usually neat and tidy desk was now piled high with papers.
If anyone were lucky enough to read it, they would find that it was all discarded drafts of sect plans.
"Sect Master, it's almost dawn. Would you like to rest for a while?"
Sword Douluo noticed the faint light outside the window and then spoke softly.
Since everyone parted ways a few hours ago, Ning Hao had been throwing himself into his work.
In just half a night, the surrounding area was littered with more than a dozen abandoned plans for various reasons.
The speed at which the pen moved across the paper was astonishing, even to a titled Douluo like himself.
"I can still hold on. It's better to reform the sect sooner rather than later."
"Moreover, inspiration is most active in the early morning, so we must seize the time to come up with a suitable plan!"
Ning Hao said without turning his head.
His bloodshot eyes, however, shone with an unprecedented brilliance.
"Uncle Jian, you should go back and rest first. We still have a lot to do."
Seeing that his sect leader showed no sign of stopping, Sword Douluo had no choice but to retreat back into the shadows.
He watched quietly as his pen danced across the paper, murmuring to himself.
His whole body radiated a strange, inexplicable heat.
As for rest...
Stop joking.
As the only one who was not assigned a task, if Feng Douluo found out that he had abandoned the sect leader and gone back to rest alone, it would be a disaster.
That guy could puncture his lungs for a year!
Furthermore, as a Super Douluo, his essence, energy, and spirit had already reached their peak.
It's not a big deal to endure it for half a month.
Since the sect leader is willing to do it, I'll just go along with him.
He'll stop writing when he gets tired.
I don't know how much time passed, but the window was already filled with the light of dawn.
Ning Hao, who had been writing furiously for half the night, finally put down his pen.
As he got up and stretched, his spiritual energy surged throughout his body, and the fatigue he had accumulated for so long dissipated in an instant.
"Uncle Jian, let's go to Star Dou City!"
"At all costs, we must strive to plan all matters related to the sect's 'restructuring' within half a month."
After speaking, Ning Hao strode out of the hall. The familiar morning light brought him an unprecedented sense of ease.
"The advantages of location, the support of the people, and the greater good have already been determined."
"Let's see if you're the right person for this era..."
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo, who had been closely following behind, felt a chill run down his spine and blurted out the answer instinctively.
"Sect Master, do you mean that Ning Huan might not be able to walk the path to divinity like those seven?"
Ning Hao shook his head, his tone seemingly both unwilling and resigned.
"God is ultimately too far away for us."
"Even Shrek, which was born from the seven gods, has not seen a new god for ten thousand years."
"How could Ning possibly imagine that Xiao Huan would become the next one?"
This had really confused Sword Douluo.
If even you don't believe that weird kid can become a god, then what's the point of all this grand-scale reform?
It's time-consuming, laborious, and expensive, and you're also likely to be looked down upon by other forces.
Seemingly sensing the confusion coming from beside him, Ning Hao once again revealed his usual gentle smile.
"Uncle Jian, you're getting too attached to appearances."
"Actually, I had planned to reform for a long time, but I just hadn't made up my mind."
"After all, it's easy to change but difficult to maintain. If you don't have enough confidence to hold the position, your sect can easily be divided up and devoured by others."
"And Xiao Huan just makes up for this concern."
"Hiss~"
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo finally understood and looked at his sect leader with a very strange gaze.
People who scheme and plot are all wicked!
So whether Ning Huan becomes a god or not, the outcome has nothing to do with the sect's inheritance!
Even without becoming a god, he could still use his past relationship to cling to this powerful figure, enabling the sect to reach unprecedented heights.
Becoming a god would be even better!
Those who sit with their backs to the gods might even become another Shrek.
The inheritance of nature is without worry.
If someone dies unexpectedly, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, which has inner and outer sects, can hold its ground and wait for the right opportunity to reappear.
At that time, the only things lost will be material possessions.
With his treasure-hunting talent using the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he'll be able to earn it back sooner or later.
In the end, it's a gamble that's guaranteed to make you rich.
Ning Huan, that kid, ultimately lost because of his youth.
"Let's go. It's been a long time since we've seen His Majesty the Emperor. We should prepare some gifts to make things easier."
As soon as he finished speaking, a giant sword phantom appeared out of thin air beneath Ning Hao's feet, carrying him away into the distance.
Wearing a white robe, he truly gives off the feeling of a sword immortal descending to earth.
Meanwhile, Ning Huan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly speechless.
"I'm speechless. How did I bring this weird biological clock problem with me?!"
There was no way around it; he used to be used to going to bed early and waking up early.
Unless necessary or unexpected, he almost never stayed up late.
What he feared most was his own ridiculously rigid biological clock that locked in his wake-up time.
His body was so tired, and his eyes were burning with pain.
But no matter what, he always got up at seven o'clock. He couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to, and he had a strange kind of energy.
Who could stand this!
"Fine, get up!"
Ning Huan, who had been suffering greatly, got up and dressed.
Then he walked to the bookshelf, randomly picked out a biography, and sat down at the table to read it.
No one will ever think they have too little knowledge.
Especially those things that you can't buy with money elsewhere.
Unfortunately, before he could look around for long, the sound of footsteps approaching from afar broke the brief tranquility of the courtyard.
"Sigh, just what I feared most has happened..."
Sensing the two people acting suspiciously outside, Ning Huan had no choice but to put down the biography in his hand, looking quite helpless.
Although the end of his solitary life was something he had anticipated.
But when you actually get to that point, it can be quite difficult to adapt.
"But it's also good; being isolated for too long can easily erode one's humanity."
After saying that, Ning Huan stepped forward and opened the door.
"Hey! When did you get up?!"
As expected, Wu Feng, who was more lively, lacked the sense of responsibility she would have as a follower three years later.
She was still a normal girl.
However, there were probably already signs of a distortion in their sexual orientation.
Looking at the two girls' hands clasped tightly together, and the red-haired girl's eyes filled with stars, Ning Huan's expression turned very strange.
If I'm not mistaken, that old fox Ning Hao is probably trying to match me up with Ning Tian.
What is Wu Feng, this Lala, in the middle?
Buy one get one free?
And aren't the children in Douluo Continent too precocious?
His actions were somewhat understandable.
Having been reborn, he may not be as intelligent as those born with superhuman abilities, but he was definitely more mature than most of his peers.
But this little fire dragon...
All I can say is that Douluo Continent is still too outrageous.
Shaking off the clutter in his mind, Ning Huan put on a calm expression again and then bowed slightly.
"Greetings, Young Sect Master."
"Hey! There's no need for that!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Tian quickly pulled Wu Feng aside, waving her hands back and forth.
"You are the chief chosen by your father, and your status is no less than mine, so you must not perform such a grand ceremony."
Wow, he's got his dad's style!
'Their methods of cultivating relationships are exactly the same!'
Ning Huan thought to himself.
[end of the chapter]