Douluo: Qian Xunji's Joyful Life

Chapter 52: Ning Fengzhi Doesn't Know How He Could Lose

Over the next two months, Bibi Dong shared almost all of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's theoretical knowledge with Yu Xiaogang—especially the Ning family's generational research on martial souls. Every day, he immersed himself in the ocean of information, discovering new aspects of the soul master world.

But even after studying all this knowledge that the Ning family had accumulated over countless years, Yu Xiaogang still couldn't find a way to resolve the malignant mutation of his martial soul. At last, he lost hope and chose to give up.

"Looks like I'll only ever be a Grand Soul Master in this lifetime," he muttered.

"Xiaogang, you can't just give up like this!"

During these two months of interaction, their relationship had grown considerably. Bibi Dong gradually came to see the bright spots in Yu Xiaogang—though his martial soul was a dreadful mutation, he had never given up on himself. In front of others, he was forever confident and filled with ideals, forging ahead with determination. Unknowingly, this unwavering spirit had deeply drawn her in.

Yu Xiaogang forced a smile uglier than crying. "Dong'er, there's truly no solution. Not even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—renowned for its vast theoretical knowledge—could help my malignant mutation. There's no chance in this world."

He knew that even if the Wuhun Hall had a solution, he had essentially no way to obtain it. The Hall didn't have a "saintess" or anyone as devoted as Bibi Dong, who would spare no effort helping a mere Grand Soul Master find answers.

Bibi Dong said, "If in the end you can't become a powerful soul master, then why not become a master of theory?"

"A master of theory?" Yu Xiaogang blinked in confusion.

Bibi Dong nodded. "Look at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's vast library—doesn't it show just how important theoretical knowledge is for soul masters? With your unyielding will to get stronger, I believe that if you apply it to theoretical research, you'll definitely become the era's leading theorist!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes rekindled with new fire. "Alright, Dong'er—thank you for showing me a path. If I'm doomed not to achieve great power, then I'll pour myself into theory and become strong in that sense!"

"Mhm, Xiaogang, I know you can do it!" Bibi Dong smiled and nodded, feeling her heart pound. This spirited look of his was truly captivating.

Inside the Seven Treasure Hall

For two whole months, Bibi Dong's unusual actions hadn't escaped Ning Fengzhi's notice. If he hadn't picked up on it, he wouldn't deserve his reputation as the most astute master the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had ever seen.

He had sensed something from the beginning, yet never imagined Bibi Dong could possibly get involved with the likes of Yu Xiaogang—a figure who'd humiliated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Why would a princess adored by countless admirers, whose talent topped the entire continent, show interest in a soul master ridiculed by everyone? A "super worthless" martial soul that, no matter how many resources were poured into it, couldn't surpass rank 30?

They seemed like opposite poles of a magnet, never to intersect. What's more, the man was so deeply insecure that if a Seven Treasure disciple so much as spoke to him with a hint of contempt, he'd become crestfallen and run away. How could he possibly connect with someone as luminous as Bibi Dong?

But gradually, Ning Fengzhi noticed Bibi Dong almost spilled the clan's entire trove of knowledge for Yu Xiaogang's sake. Their interactions were intimate. Incredibly, it looked like Bibi Dong was pursuing Yu Xiaogang, while he felt so inferior he didn't dare touch even her fingertip.

If Ning family were like the Qian family of Wuhun Hall—and Bibi Dong had tried to spill secrets about the Six-Winged Angel, soul bone sets, or high-level soul bone skills—Ning Fengzhi would immediately have had Yu Xiaogang dismembered to preserve those secrets. But since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had no big mysteries (its soul skills were fixed and its known defect recognized throughout the high-level soul master world), there was no worry of that.

"What's putting you in such a fine mood, Fengzhi?" Sword Douluo asked upon noticing Ning Fengzhi's cheerful look.

Ning Fengzhi laughed. "Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle, I've found a way to make Dong'er accept me."

"Hahaha…" x2

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo laughed out loud.

"Fengzhi, don't make us old men laugh. You've tried so many ways over the years. Did any move her? If anything, she's grown more averse to you."

Ning Fengzhi wore a slight blush of embarrassment but quickly steadied himself. "I'm telling the truth. Before, I wasn't sure how to approach her. Now I know where her interest lies."

"Where?" they asked.

"Theory," Ning Fengzhi responded confidently. He was, after all, a top-tier "theoretical master" in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—this was his domain, and when it came to theoretical knowledge, he easily ranked top five in the entire continent.

Bone Douluo composed himself slightly. "Fengzhi, so you plan to use your theoretical mastery to defeat Yu Xiaogang, win Bibi Dong's favor?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

Bone Douluo snorted. "Nonsense! Fengzhi, you're the clan master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the world's number one support-type soul master. Yu Xiaogang is… what? He doesn't even qualify to stand on the same level!"

Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile. "Bone Uncle, do you think me so stupid that I'd stoop to Yu Xiaogang's level to vie with him? Dong'er's feelings are just awakening, and he's dazzled her with words. I simply need to destroy his flowery rhetoric and then show what a true theoretical master is. That will strike deep into Dong'er's heart."

Think of it as a "theoretical hero rescuing the beauty."

Historically, heroes fell for beauties, but beauties also fell for heroes. In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, he had ten sure wins, and Yu Xiaogang had ten certain losses.

On talent: 79 is the Pagoda's limit, not his personal limit. Yu Xiaogang's 29 is his absolute cap. Without all those resources, he wouldn't have reached rank 10.On strength: Even though Ning Fengzhi is a support-type, if he disregarded old injuries and used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's buffs on himself, he could easily thrash Yu Xiaogang's "two-fart" martial soul.On looks: Ning Fengzhi, with his refined air, is absolutely top-tier on the continent—mature masculine charisma from top-tier Ning family genes. Yu Xiaogang's mutated pig martial soul gave him only a somewhat delicate appearance.On demeanor: Ning Fengzhi is genial and graceful, making anyone near him feel comfortable. Yu Xiaogang has zero presence—standing a day in the clan's library, and nobody cares about him.On experience: Ning Fengzhi has visited the Wuhun Hall, Star Luo Palace, Heaven Dou Palace, and every major noble house. He's interacted with the continent's top echelons. Yu Xiaogang? Without his father's name, he wouldn't even have the right to talk to them.On eloquence: Dealing with so many high-status figures forged Ning Fengzhi's near-flawless communication and adaptability. Yu Xiaogang crumples at the word "trash," running off in despair.On cunning: Everyone knows Ning Fengzhi is known as the "old fox." Yu Xiaogang, just a rookie.On status: Ning Fengzhi is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's master, the wealthiest sect under heaven, one of the topmost figures, able to enter the Pope's Hall. Yu Xiaogang? Without his father, he'd be stuck at some bottom-level Wuhun branch, awakening peasants.On mentality: As the clan's most illustrious sect master, Ning Fengzhi has formidable self-confidence, an impregnable fortress of will. Yu Xiaogang, hearing one word of "trash," flees.On popularity: The entire clan idolizes Ning Fengzhi. He's revered wherever he goes. Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, is scorned by even his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon relatives.

How could Ning Fengzhi possibly lose?

Vast Sea City, inside the Vast Sea Grand Hotel

After a year of tireless cultivation, Ah Yin finally reached rank 70—her fully mature form.

"Brother Qian, are you sure using this will really increase my ring's age?" Ah Yin asked doubtfully, holding a black crystal-like object—ten-thousand-year whale glue. Over the past year, she had grown even more charming. After all, day after day, Qian Xunji had "developed" her body more than six hundred times. Pleasure and pain coexisted.

The price she paid was that certain bodily passages, including the two mountains below, often left her unable to walk for weeks at a time. But with the nourishing medicinal baths, Qian Xunji's physique only got stronger, and so did his recovery.

Now that their relationship had progressed so far, Ah Yin naturally had changed how she addressed Qian Xunji—calling him "Brother Qian" felt less distant than "Your Holiness" or simply "Qian." She didn't want to address him as "Husband," so "Brother Qian" it was.

"Indeed it does. I tried using a piece of thousand-year whale glue and felt my physique strengthen a bit. This ten-thousand-year whale glue should be able to boost a ring's age by around a thousand years—though ring ages aren't that precise. You're already at rank 70, so you'll need to hunt for soul beasts to get your next rings, and a thousand years might not be strictly accurate. But the boost to your body is definitely real."

"Alright, stop hesitating. Hurry up and take it. I never joke about this stuff."

Qian Xunji ignited a mild angelic flame in his palm. Under the Titled Douluo-level blaze, the black crystal slowly melted into a liquid. He drank it himself, and so did Ah Yin.

Under the effect of the ten-thousand-year whale glue, Ah Yin's body grew feverish, her pretty eyes clouded with desire, her skin flushing pink. She rubbed her long, slender legs together, a gush of fluid running down them—she was, after all, a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, full of moisture.

Qian Xunji didn't neutralize the glue's aphrodisiac effect this time. A heated glint sparkled in his eyes as he licked his lips and pulled Ah Yin to him. This time, nothing held them back from an unrestrained collision.

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