Chapter 124 – Obtaining the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his right hand. This time, the hammer didn't expand as before—it remained at a length of about three meters.

The muscles in his arm tensed as he channeled all his power into that single arm. Intense black light wrapped around both him and the hammer, merging them into one.

In the next moment, the hammer swung out toward the massive sword aura coming at him.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion erupted in the sky. Though the sound only lasted a split second, everyone's hearing vanished instantly.

It was simply too loud—the shock had left all present with ringing ears.

The blue sky was now painted in an interplay of black and blue, obscuring everything else. No one could see what was truly happening inside the clash.

When the light faded, all they could see was a black dot falling from the sky. Tang Hao and the others had vanished.

Only a powerful voice lingered in the air, fading as it echoed away:

"Ning Fengzhi! Chen Xin! Tang Hao will remember this debt. One day, I will come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and settle it!"

"Grandmaster, you taught my son for years. I won't forget this kindness. Consider Tang Hao indebted to you!"

Chen Xin's face was flushed, but he didn't give chase. Instead, he immediately turned to examine the injuries of Xuyang, Ning Rongrong, and Dugu Yan. Fortunately, aside from Xuyang's fractured bones, the other two were completely unharmed. He finally let out a sigh of relief.

That final Great Sumeru Hammer strike's shockwave had been borne almost entirely by Xuyang. Thanks to that, Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan were untouched. As for Xuyang himself—his injuries were light, and with his current cultivation level, he would fully recover within a day or two.

"Uncle Sword! Yang'er! Rongrong! Yan'er! Are you all alright?"

Ning Fengzhi's figure appeared in a flash, arriving beside Xuyang and Rongrong. His voice was filled with concern. At the same time, beams of light descended from his Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, healing all four.

"I'm fine,"

Chen Xin shook his head. With soul power at Rank 98, he had suffered no serious harm from someone like Tang Hao, who was "only" at Rank 95. Under Ning Fengzhi's healing, his condition quickly stabilized.

He looked off in the direction Tang Hao had fled, sighing in awe.

"No wonder he managed to kill Qian Xunji at Rank 95 back then. The Great Sumeru Hammer of the Clear Sky Clan is truly something else. It can unleash a force that is both explosively powerful and frighteningly pure."

"The Clear Sky Clan lives up to its title as the strongest clan on the continent. Whether it's the Clear Sky Nine Techniques or this godlike Great Sumeru Hammer, their legacy is unparalleled. In comparison, even our clan's spirit fusion technique doesn't quite measure up."

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh.

The core secret technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan wasn't the often-mentioned split-thought control. It was actually Ring Fusion. That's also why, in the original story, Ning Fengzhi was willing to teach split-thought techniques freely—it wasn't part of the true core inheritance.

Ring Fusion was a secret art for auxiliary-type Spirit Masters of the clan. Once they reached a certain level, they were eligible to learn it.

"Even my Seven Kill Swordplay pales in comparison. When we return, I need to enter seclusion and refine the sword technique further. I must aim to integrate all nine soul rings into my sword. But with this battle… we've clearly torn all civility with Tang Hao. The next time we meet, we'll likely be enemies."

"Not necessarily,"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

"We didn't go all the way. As long as Spirit Hall exists, both our clans need each other. Tang Hao might be impulsive and short-tempered, but he's no fool. He knows this too. Unless he has truly given up on the Clear Sky Clan's vengeance and chosen to submit to Spirit Hall... and honestly, didn't we already suspect something about what really happened back then?"

Chen Xin nodded slowly, understanding the implications.

Ning Fengzhi turned toward the meditating Flender and Grandmaster. He stepped forward and said gently:

"Flender, Grandmaster… I apologize. We've made a mess of your academy. Don't worry—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will compensate tenfold."

At the mention of compensation, Flender's face immediately lit up like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"No need to apologize! If anything, it was my own mistake. I didn't realize we'd accepted a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast as a student. It brought all this trouble…"

Grandmaster remained silent. Regret gnawed at him—he hadn't realized Xiao Wu was a spirit beast. If he had, perhaps the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could've produced a Title Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring…

Ning Fengzhi smiled warmly and pulled out a black card from his storage ring, handing it to Flender.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ning Rongrong was saying goodbye to her companions. She clasped Zhu Zhuqing's hand and said softly:

"Zhuqing, want to come back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan with me? Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa are there. They'll help you grow stronger in no time—just like Erdan!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know who "Erdan" was, but when she remembered how Dai Mubai had protected her during the clash—shielding her without hesitation—she realized this man might still be worth saving.

"Thanks, Rongrong… but I'll stay here at Shrek," she replied with a small shake of her head.

Seeing her glance at the still-healing Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong nodded in understanding.

"Alright! But once you're in Heaven Dou City or Seven Treasure City, you better come visit me!"

As they said their goodbyes, on the other side of the field, Xuyang was quietly erasing the spiritual imprint from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and using his own spirit power to search through its contents.

After scanning one jade slip after another, he finally found what he was looking for.

"I knew it. I was right. There is a copy of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in Tang San's storage belt!"

Looking at the densely written text in classical Chinese, Xuyang's lips curled into a smile. This proved his hunch had been correct.

No matter how great Tang San's memory was, even he wouldn't rely on memory alone when it came to something as complex as the Mysterious Heaven Skill. He had transcribed it, most likely so he could refer to it anytime and reinforce his mastery.

Tang San had even been clever enough not to use the Douluo Continent's script. Instead, he wrote it in traditional Chinese characters from his previous life. For anyone on this continent, it would be unintelligible—even if they got their hands on it.

But Xuyang was different. Though he hadn't formally studied traditional script, he could recognize 90% of the characters. The remaining 10% could be deduced from context.

Besides, Tang San had filled the manuscript with his own annotations, which made it even easier for Xuyang to understand the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record—ensuring he wouldn't fall into a trap like Mei Chaofeng misreading the Nine Yin Skeleton Claw.

This was why he had deliberately knocked the belt away during battle.

As for Tang San and Xiao Wu being taken away by Tang Hao? Xuyang felt only a tinge of regret.

After all, he had a pretty good guess about where they'd go into hiding. Once Ning Fengzhi advanced to Rank 90, Xuyang could bring him there to hunt down Xiao Wu.

"Clan Master,"

Someone approached respectfully, presenting an object.

"This is what fell from the sky earlier. It looks like Tang Hao's left leg… and there's a sixty-thousand-year spirit bone embedded inside."