Chapter 176 Ning Fengzhi is shocked! Lu Ming's Soul Guidance Device! Incredibly wealthy!
"A woman who is too smart can sometimes be dangerous."
This is tantamount to him admitting it.
"It really is you!"
Upon receiving a definite answer, Ning Rongrong almost jumped for joy.
She covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes practically overflowing with adoration. "Oh my god! It really is you! I knew it! Who could be so amazing? It turns out the group leader was right beside me!"
This feeling is amazing.
The mysterious big shot who could command the wind and rain in the group, who could make Bibi Dong speechless and expose Yu Xiaogang until he had nothing left, turned out to be his classmate!
"Shhh."
Lu Ming raised his index finger, making a shushing gesture, "Don't make this public for now."
"I understand! I understand!"
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, her little head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice. "This is our secret!"
She deliberately emphasized the words "two people," her cheeks flushed slightly, and she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
This feeling of sharing a secret with Lu Ming made her feel that she was special in his heart.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
A refined-looking middle-aged man and an elderly man with white hair carrying a long sword walked in.
It was Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo.
"Dad! Grandpa Jian!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Ning Rongrong immediately rushed over like a fledgling returning to its nest, clinging to Chen Xin's arm and acting coquettishly.
"Oh dear, my little darling, slow down, slow down."
Chen Xin affectionately ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair, his usually cold and stern face now filled with tenderness.
Ning Fengzhi smiled as he looked at Lu Ming, his gaze gentle and refined, yet also possessing a profound insight into people's hearts.
"This must be the young friend Lu Ming that Rongrong often mentions, right?"
"Junior Lu Ming greets Sect Master Ning and Your Excellency Sword Douluo." Lu Ming stood up and bowed respectfully.
Even when facing these two figures who stood at the pinnacle of the mainland, he remained calm and composed, without the slightest hint of unease.
A hint of admiration flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
This child is not only exceptionally talented, but his character is also rare.
"Well done, what a promising young talent."
Chen Xin looked Lu Ming up and down and nodded. "His aura is restrained and his foundation is solid. No wonder he can bewitch Rongrong."
"Grandpa Sword! What are you saying!"
Ning Rongrong blushed deeply, stomped her foot, and secretly glanced at Lu Ming. Seeing that he looked normal, she breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed.
"Hehe, Uncle Jian was just joking."
Ning Fengzhi smiled gently.
"Young friend Lu Ming, Rongrong told me that you shone brightly in the Soul Master Competition. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always been eager to recruit talented people. If you have time, you might as well come and visit our sect."
This is blatant recruitment.
"Thank you for your kind words, Sect Leader Ning. I will definitely pay you a visit if I have the opportunity in the future."
Lu Ming neither agreed nor refused, his answer was perfectly tactful.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the group headed together to the auction hall.
Lu Ming and Ning Rongrong were arranged in a private room at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The auction began soon.
Although the previous items were also quite good, they didn't hold much appeal for Lu Ming.
He simply bought a few good-aged medicinal herbs and some rare metals, which were materials for refining elixirs and upgrading hidden weapons.
Until the auction was nearing its end.
"The next item in the auction is somewhat special."
The auctioneer's voice suddenly rose, "This is a special set of hidden weapons called the 'Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Cylinder,' and a... defensive soul-guided device!"
As the red cloth was lifted, the two items appeared on the display stand.
The entire audience erupted in an uproar.
"A soul tool? It really is a soul tool?"
"Wasn't this technique lost to time long ago?"
"Those hidden weapons look extraordinary!"
Inside the private room, Ning Fengzhi, who had been calmly drinking tea, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the metal sphere on the stage.
As the wealthiest support-type sect on the entire continent, what does the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lack most?
It's the ability to protect oneself!
That's why he spent a lot of money to buy hidden weapons from Tang San.
But now, seeing the demonstration of the defensive soul tool, he realized that all the previous hidden weapons were utterly insignificant in front of this thing.
It can withstand a Soul Master's attack without consuming soul power!
For the direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, this is practically like having an extra life!
"This...this was also made by that master?" Ning Fengzhi's voice was somewhat hurried.
He turned to look at Ning Rongrong, only to find his daughter looking at Lu Ming with a smug expression.
Ning Fengzhi was incredibly clever; he realized what was happening instantly.
He turned his head sharply to look at Lu Ming, his shock no longer concealed.
"Young friend Lu Ming, this... is this what you presented?"
Lu Ming nodded lightly, "Just a little gadget I made when I had nothing else to do. I hope Sect Leader Ning won't find it amusing."
Nothing much to do? Looking for some gadgets?
Chen Xin's lips twitched slightly.
This kid, does he know how much bloodshed this thing will cause if it gets out?
"Good! Good! Good!"
Ning Fengzhi said "good" three times in a row, his eyes shining with an alarming light, "Young friend Lu Ming, I want this! No matter the price, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will take it!"
He didn't even wait for the next bid; he pressed the bidding button in the private room.
"One hundred thousand gold soul coins!"
"One hundred thousand gold soul coins!"
As Ning Fengzhi pressed the bidding button without hesitation, the atmosphere in the private room became somewhat subtle.
Ning Rongrong, like a proud little peacock, looked up at her father and Grandpa Jian with her chin held high.
"Dad, Grandpa Jian, are you surprised?"
Ning Rongrong moved closer to Lu Ming and poked the defensive soul tool on the table that hadn't been put away yet. "These things were all made by Lu Ming himself."
"What?!"
Even with Sword Douluo Chen Xin's composure, he almost lost his grip on the teacup, spilling a few drops of tea.
He abruptly turned to look at Lu Ming, his usually sharp eyes now filled with astonishment.
Originally, it was thought that Lu Ming had only taken out the stock of his elders or the forces behind him. Who would have thought that the creator was actually this teenager himself?
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, his usually refined demeanor unusually uncharacteristically lost in his composure.
He looked at Lu Ming, and his expression changed.
If his previous appreciation for Lu Ming was based on the other party's strong combat talent and potential, and he regarded him as a future Title Douluo.
Now, this appreciation is mixed with a desire for "strategic resources".
A genius who, at this age, can casually create long-lost soul tools and even improve hidden weapons...
This is more than just a potential powerhouse; it's a treasure trove capable of changing the landscape of the continent!
(End of chapter)