359: Chapter 359 Ning Rongrong: Son Pays for Father's Debts

Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo didn't know what to say for a moment.

Little San's mother was actually currying favor with Tang Hao's enemy like this.

What was so good about the Holy Son of Spirit Hall?

Was he really worth her not even caring about Tang San?

Could she really have fallen so low?

“Ahem, His Highness the Holy Son.”

Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo walked up calmly.

“Tang San was young and reckless, and you have already taught him a lesson and punished him. The Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges is his personal possession. I hope His Highness the Holy Son can show mercy and return it to him. I believe the Saint would not care about the belongings of a mere Spirit Ancestor.”

Su Wen glanced at them, not expecting these two to catch up.

Then again, the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges was Tang San's most precious spirit tool.

A faint smile played on his lips. “School Master Ning, you are mistaken. In terms of status, he must call me father. As an elder, it is only natural and reasonable for me to keep his external belongings on his behalf.”

“When Little San truly repents and sheds his hostility, he can come back to me to retrieve his belongings. Until then, I will keep them. School Master Ning, please head back.”

Ning Fengzhi's chest instantly tightened with frustration, leaving him almost speechless.

What did he mean by keeping it on his behalf?

This was clearly using the status of an elder to rob him in broad daylight.

How shameless!

“The Saint must be joking. Little San has already admitted his mistake. The items inside the spirit tool are extremely precious to him, and I fear this might affect his cultivation progress.”

Ning Fengzhi requested the return once again.

Ah Yin smiled and said, “School Master Ning, are you going to interfere with us disciplining our own child? Could it be that we care less about his cultivation than you do?”

Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, desperately wanting to say that they probably didn't care at all.

But he swallowed the words back down.

His mind raced. There were also items belonging to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School inside; if he could get them back, he definitely had to.

“Saint, just tell me what it will take to return it. As long as you speak, I will do my best to satisfy your demands.”

Ning Fengzhi didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, speaking directly.

“School Master Ning, speaking like this makes me, an elder, seem unreasonable.”

“Of course, I am not unreasonable. As long as Little San properly apologizes to me and manages to reach the finals, I will return this spirit tool to him as a reward.”

The silent Sword Douluo also looked at Su Wen with a new level of respect, evaluating him in his mind with three words: truly fucking shameless.

“Fine, fine. Since that's the case, I will have Little San work hard. He will definitely reach the finals.”

Ning Fengzhi suppressed the rising frustration in his heart, accepting the reality that he couldn't get it back right now.

Since Su Wen had said so, he could only wait until the finals to ask for it again.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall surely wouldn't break his word.

Just as he was about to turn and leave with the Sword Douluo, Su Wen's calm voice rang out at the right moment:

“Hold on.”

“The two ten thousand year spirit bones School Master Ning owes me, isn't it time to hand them over today?”

As those words fell, Ning Fengzhi's body suddenly stiffened, and his expression instantly became extremely pained.

ten thousand year spirit bones!

Each one was a top-tier treasure of the continent, impossible to buy even with a fortune. Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could not bear to part with two of them so easily.

Dragging it out until now was just to delay day by day, hoping some unexpected turn of events might happen.

Then he wouldn't have to pay.

Ning Fengzhi knew there was no escape, so he gritted his teeth and took out two boxes from his spirit tool.

“Saint, how could I forget? I, Ning Fengzhi, have never been one to break my word.”

Su Wen took them without standing on ceremony. He opened and verified them, confirming they were indeed ten thousand year spirit bones. Without another word, he left gracefully with Liu Erlong, Ah Yin, and A Rou under Ning Fengzhi's complex gaze.

Ning Fengzhi stared at their departing backs, his teeth clenched, a wave of frustration churning in his chest, making him itch with anger.

...

As the night deepened, Ye Yuaner, who had been following in secret, appeared in the hotel room.

She glanced at Su Wen, who was surrounded on the sofa, and gave him an annoyed glare.

He really knew how to enjoy himself.

Just as Ye Yuaner stepped into the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door.

Ah Yin opened the door, and Ning Rongrong bypassed her, slowly walking up to Su Wen.

“Husband!”

“Rongrong, is there something you need coming over at this hour?”

“Mhm.”

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to care about A Rou and Liu Erlong standing nearby.

She took out some items from her small spirit tool, then looked at Su Wen ingratiatingly.

“These are all the shops, residences, and storefront properties of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in Heaven Dou City. All the land deeds and documents are right here.”

Su Wen looked down at the stack of priceless documents, a faint light of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Ning Rongrong's efficiency was quite fast; she had actually managed to get all of them in just a few short months.

“Don't worry, Husband. Father has absolutely no idea. I even made fake copies and put them back in their original places, so he won't notice anytime soon!”

Ning Rongrong looked eager for a reward, not caring in the least that by handing these things over to Spirit Hall, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would completely lose its source of income.

“Husband, I've only gotten a portion of the treasures. Once I get all the wealth, I'll hand it over to you.”

Su Wen reached out his hand. Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she proactively stepped forward to snuggle into his embrace, her movements intimate and natural, without the slightest distance.

“You did very well. I am very pleased.”

“Continue to do your job quietly and work hard. I won't shortchange you on your rewards.”

“Husband, I want it now.”

Ning Rongrong's heart instantly warmed, filled with excitement and immense motivation.

She reached out and naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips directly against his.

Su Wen pinched her face. As expected, a married woman has no reserve.

He didn't stand on ceremony either.

A father's debt is paid by the child.

The mistake Ning Fengzhi made, let Ning Rongrong bear it.

...

Meanwhile, the Shrek crowd checked into the hotel.

Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the main seat, his face gloomy.

The Shrek crowd gathered together, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

With the spirit tool stolen, it meant the upcoming matches might be somewhat difficult.

Tang San's face was as black as coal. Ning Fengzhi actually hadn't managed to get it back.

How incompetent, how useless.

A Spirit Saint and a Super Douluo actually couldn't get back what belonged to him.

“Fortunately, fortunately, we still have one spirit tool each, so we can at least make it to the finals.”

Ma Hongjun had a look of relief on his face.

Dai Mubai patted him. “Fatty, the spirit tools in there were even stronger than the ones we are using now.”

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun shrank his neck, and his face immediately turned sour. The Holy Son of Spirit Hall was already powerful, and now that he had obtained these things, the championship would surely be theirs.

Ma Hongjun muttered softly, “Why didn't you ask Third Brother to bring them out earlier so we could split them?”

The others found this reasonable upon hearing it, but they didn't know what to say.

Ning Fengzhi, sitting in the high seat, began to cough frequently for some reason, one cough after another.

Bursts of inexplicable drafty chill made his chest feel empty and cold.

He frowned deeply, an inexplicable sense of daze and emptiness rising from the bottom of his heart.

“Where is Rongrong?”