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"Gold Crocodile, wait!"
The low shout echoed across the road.
Gold Crocodile Douluo halted mid-stride and turned around, looking Ning Fengzhi up and down with eyes filled with unfiltered superiority and wariness.
His expression translated perfectly into one sentence:
Say it fast. Don't waste my time. We're doing important things for the Senior.
But Ning Fengzhi, as always, remained unflappably polite.
A warm, gentle smile hung on his face like a permanent mask.
"Gold Crocodile, this matter of seeking a 'potted plant' for the Senior is of great importance."
"Although my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School cannot compare to Spirit Hall in numbers or strength, we are… not lacking in financial resources or intelligence networks."
"How about you allow us to contribute a little effort as well?"
The words were extremely humble—but the meaning was unmistakable:
We're joining. You can't stop us.
Gold Crocodile Douluo frowned heavily.
Instinct told him to refuse.
Wasn't this ridiculous?
This glorious mission, personally entrusted by the Senior, belonged to Spirit Hall.
Why should they split the credit with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
But just as he was about to reject them—
He paused.
The Senior didn't say only Spirit Hall could participate…
And what Ning Fengzhi said wasn't wrong.
With more people, the search would be faster.
And the sooner they found the "potted plant" and the "little surprise,"
the sooner the Senior would be pleased.
And pleasing the Senior was worth more than all the credit in the world.
In comparison, refusing others for the sake of hogging achievements seemed petty.
Understanding this, Gold Crocodile Douluo's expression softened—slightly.
But his tone still carried the unmistakable arrogance of:
I'm the boss here. You stay in your lane.
"School Master Ning is thoughtful."
"In that case, you may come along."
He paused, then his eyes sharpened like blades.
"However, let me be clear. This operation will be led entirely by Spirit Hall."
"Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will assist only."
"If anyone drags their feet… or acts without permission… and ruins the Senior's important matter—"
A cold killing intent erupted in his gaze.
"—don't blame this old man for turning hostile."
These words were obviously a warning:
Join all you like.
But understand your place.
Ning Fengzhi, hearing this, was not in the slightest bit offended.
In fact, he was overjoyed.
Perfect!
Exactly what he wanted!
His only fear was that Spirit Hall would refuse to let him join at all.
As for who leads?
Who cares?
If serving the Senior required him to be a mere follower, he would willingly become a grandson!
"Before the Senior, how dare we distinguish between primary and secondary roles?"
Ning Fengzhi bowed deeply, wearing an expression that said, You are absolutely correct.
"Everything shall follow Gold Crocodile's arrangements."
This respectful submission greatly pleased Gold Crocodile Douluo.
You old fox… very sensible.
"Hmph."
He nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand like a general commanding troops.
"Let's go. We'll discuss as we walk."
**At the same time…
In a dense forest dozens of miles outside Spirit City**
Tang Hao, who had just dropped off Yu Xiaogang—the human express-delivery package—suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine.
An intense sense of danger surged into his heart.
"Hm?"
He stopped instantly.
His sharp gaze swept the surroundings.
As the youngest Titled Douluo of that era, his danger intuition was almost supernatural—
and far more reliable than intelligence reports.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Not good!"
Countless possibilities flashed through Tang Hao's mind.
Spirit Hall!
It had to be Spirit Hall!
That hypocrite Ning Fengzhi must've informed them of his appearance near Spirit City!
They must've set up an ambush, waiting for him to charge right in!
Cold sweat drenched Tang Hao's back.
Spirit Hall hated him to the core.
If they prepared an ambush, they would definitely send more than one or two Titled Douluos.
He needed to escape. Now.
The area around Spirit City had instantly become a deadly trap.
Where should he go?
Though the continent was large, for a wanted criminal like him, truly safe places were scarce.
Then—
A thought rose instinctively from the deepest part of his heart.
Saint Spirit Village.
Where he had hidden for twelve long years.
Where his love had waited for him all that time.
A soft, nearly invisible tenderness passed through Tang Hao's eyes.
Ah Yin…
He hadn't visited in a while.
He couldn't enter Spirit City these two days anyway.
He might as well spend peaceful time with Ah Yin.
That place was his safest refuge.
No one else knew.
It was a secret belonging only to him and Ah Yin.
With that thought, the suffocating unease in his chest dissipated.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao turned decisively.
Spirit Hall…
Did they think he would fight head-on?
Laughable.
He, Clear Sky Douluo, was no longer the reckless youth he once was.
This is called a strategic transfer.
"Spirit Hall! I'll spare you this time!"
After leaving these arrogant words in the wind, Tang Hao blasted toward Fasinuo Province like a cannonball.
He had no idea—
That a group of more than a dozen earth-shaking auras was heading straight toward the exact same direction.
Their mission:
To dig up potted plants.
Back in Feng Ran Pavilion
After serving Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, the place finally felt truly peaceful again.
Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun—
the three attendants—
finally had rare free time.
Naturally, Zhu Zhuyun wasted not a second.
With graceful sway, she walked behind Lin Feng to massage his shoulders.
Her eyes sparkled like water-soaked obsidian, gentle yet alluring.
While massaging, she shot a provocative sideways glance toward Hu Liena.
A look that clearly said:
See?
This is the posture of a winner.
Hu Liena almost bit through her lip.
She stood frozen, clutching her skirt, cheeks red.
She wanted to go to the Senior too.
But… she was shy!
However—
Zhu Zhuyun's eyelids twitched sharply as her gaze shifted.
Her smile froze.
Zhu Zhuqing—
Was still mopping the floor.
Scrubbing the same spotless tile again and again until it reflected her entire face.
Zhu Zhuyun's expression turned dark.
This silly girl! Still mopping?!
This floor is already bright enough to blind someone!
Suppressing the urge to smack her sister's butt, she forced a gentle smile.
"Little sister."
Zhu Zhuqing looked up, cool and confused.
"Sister?"
Zhu Zhuyun lifted her snow-white chin, her voice softly coaxing yet impossible to refuse.
"Come here~"
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