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But think about it carefully.
Even the strongest of the three upper sects, the Haotian Sect, was forced to abandon its subordinate sects and close its mountain gates.
Even after many elders broke through to the title of Douluo, they still dared not reappear.
Even with the support of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still cannot be a match for the Spirit Hall.
Seeking revenge is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Lin Chuan didn't think anything was wrong.
Reality is cruel; might makes right. But when you're not strong enough, all you can do is endure and back down.
Just like the Ye family back then.
Even though they were suppressed by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Ye family still dared not resist until Lin Chuan appeared and they were able to turn the tide again.
Isn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School of today just like the Ye family of the past?
Lin Chuan smiled slightly, "Sect Leader Ning, it certainly takes a lot of courage for you to think this way."
"Although the Spirit Hall suffered heavy losses outside Snowfield City, including two Super Douluo, it was not crippled. In fact, it is stronger than before!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong's eyebrows twitched.
"Does Your Highness know something?"
Ning Fengzhi quickly pressed for more information.
Lin Chuan nodded slightly, "Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, is dead, but his granddaughter has surpassed him."
"How can it be?!"
Ning Fengzhi subconsciously retorted.
Although he didn't know who Qian Daoliu's granddaughter was, he knew Qian Daoliu's background.
After all, Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, had a father who was a powerful Title Douluo, even stronger than Chen Xin himself.
He once challenged Qian Daoliu, but was ultimately defeated and killed by him.
According to Chen Xin, Qian Daoliu may have already reached level ninety-nine in soul power.
This is almost the limit for human soul masters.
But now Lin Chuan says that Qian Daoliu has been surpassed by his granddaughter. How can Ning Fengzhi believe that?
Lin Chuan chuckled and shrugged.
"Although it sounds unbelievable, it is true. Qian Renxue has broken through level 100 and become the God of Angels."
"Even though the Spirit Hall suffered heavy losses before, they still can't compare to a god!"
"god?!"
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong's eyes widened immediately.
As a senior Soul Master with the backing of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he was naturally familiar with the concept of God.
Especially in the group of Title Douluo, there is a legend about becoming a god at level 100.
However, since no one has ever actually achieved it, it remains just a legend.
But Lin Chuan's words startled Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong.
"Your Highness, is it true that one can become a god at level 100?"
Ning Fengzhi was completely flustered, and even his voice trembled slightly.
Lin Chuan nodded slightly, "Of course it's true, but it's extremely difficult to cultivate to level 100 soul power, and becoming a god is not so easy either."
"The only shortcut to becoming a god is to inherit a divine position, and the Spirit Hall happens to possess the position of the Angel God."
"All Soul Masters with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul could participate in the Angel Trial, but only Qian Renxue passed it successfully and inherited the Godhood."
Upon hearing such reasonable and well-founded words, Ning Fengzhi's face grew even more gloomy.
If there was only some worry before, now there is utter despair!
If a level 99 Title Douluo is already this difficult to deal with, now an Angel God has appeared.
No one knows how powerful God is.
But without a doubt, it is absolutely not something that ordinary Soul Masters can deal with, not even Title Douluo.
If the Spirit Hall launches a full-scale attack, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will likely be destroyed in an instant.
Ning Fengzhi originally only wanted to ensure the continuation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and prevent it from being destroyed by other forces.
Now it seems that things are even more precarious.
It's clear that the Heaven-fighting Empire can't achieve this. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wants to avoid destruction, it either has to surrender to the Spirit Hall or find another powerful backer that's no weaker than the Spirit Hall.
With this thought in mind, Ning Fengzhi suddenly looked up at Lin Chuan.
He suddenly stood up in front of everyone and bowed respectfully to Lin Chuan.
"We beg Your Highness to lend a helping hand to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"dad."
Ning Rongrong clearly did not understand Ning Fengzhi's actions.
Just as she was about to say something, Gu Rong suddenly grabbed her hand and gently shook his head at her.
A glint of light flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes.
It must be said that Ning Fengzhi truly lives up to his reputation.
Pang Ran would probably feel fear upon hearing that his enemy had suddenly become powerful, but Ning Fengzhi remained calm and gleaned other information from the conversation.
"Why does Sect Leader Ning think I have the strength to fight against the Spirit Hall?"
Lin Chuan asked with a beaming smile.
Ning Fengzhi responded in a deep voice, "Your Highness has extraordinary insight, yet when you spoke of Qian Renxue of the Spirit Hall becoming a god, there was no fear or even apprehension in your tone."
"Either the prince has already joined the Spirit Hall, or he will not be afraid of the Spirit Hall, but he will be more or less fearful."
“There is another possibility,” Ning Fengzhi stared intently at Lin Chuan, “that is, Your Highness, you possess the strength to be unafraid of Qian Renxue.”
"Such a posture will only occur when both parties are on equal footing."
Ning Fengzhi's tone was firm.
Having served as the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for many years, Ning Fengzhi was well-versed in this art.
Lin Chuan's smile widened.
"Sect Leader Ning is indeed remarkable; did you guess other things as well?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, "Your Highness knows about Qian Renxue's ascension to godhood, which is such a secret. You must have already met her once."
"Given the Spirit Hall's ambitions, I'm afraid Qian Renxue will come knocking on their door as soon as she becomes a god, either to seek revenge or to take over Snowfield City."
"But Snowfield City is still safe and sound. I suppose Your Highness has already fought a battle with them and defeated them."
"I didn't say anything wrong, did I?"
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Lin Chuan leaned back in his chair and gently clapped his hands.
"Sect Leader Ning, I truly admire you. Your guess was absolutely correct."
"I have indeed met Qian Renxue, which is why I know that she has become a god and that I fought with her."
Although the result wasn't explicitly stated, Lin Chuan's presence here speaks volumes.
Upon hearing Lin Chuan's admission, Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed.
"We beg Your Highness to lend a hand to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Ning Fengzhi respectfully prayed once again.
Lin Chuan countered with a question, "Sect Leader Ning, how do you intend for me to help you?"
Ning Fengzhi responded without hesitation.
"I only ask that Your Highness can protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and prevent the sect from being bullied by the Spirit Hall."
"The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will surely follow Your Highness's lead!"
I really don't know how much courage Ning Fengzhi needed to say something like that.
However, this did not hold much appeal for Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan had no intention of hiding anything and gently shook his head at Ning Fengzhi.
"To be honest, Sect Master Ning, what you just said is of no use to me, and I have no need for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's loyalty."
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's expression change instantly, just as he was about to say something, Lin Chuan interrupted him again.
"Let me finish speaking first!"
"After I defeated Qian Renxue, I talked to her about this."
"I am not against unifying the continent, but I do not agree with the Spirit Hall achieving this goal through war."
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