Ning Fengzhi looked into Dai Mubai's eyes, seeming to recall something as he said thoughtfully, "Evil-Eyed White Tiger... Oh, so that's how it is."
Dai Mubai understood that Ning Fengzhi had seen through his background. Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi was perceptive and didn't reveal it aloud, merely giving him a somewhat mysterious smile. "You are all Rongrong's companions. In the future, if you ever need anything from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, feel free to come to the clan and find me."
Ning Rongrong then pointed to Oscar. "His name is Oscar. He's the second of our Shrek Seven Devils, a forty-one-level Food Type Tool Soul Ancestor. His Martial Soul is a sausage." For some reason, her voice sounded a bit weak and hesitant as she introduced Oscar, her gaze flickering as she avoided meeting his eyes. Her heart also raced uncontrollably.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Oscar, secretly impressed—what a handsome young man. "A Food Type? May I ask how old you are this year?"
Oscar struggled to suppress his nervous feelings and replied respectfully, "I am sixteen years old this year, one year younger than Brother Dai."
Ning Fengzhi was genuinely shocked—more so than when he had learned Dai Mubai was forty-four. As a master of the auxiliary type, how could he not know how difficult it was for Food Type Soul Masters to cultivate? If an excellent Control Type Soul Master could fully unleash a team's potential, then an excellent Food Type Soul Master could dramatically enhance an army's sustained combat capability. A sixteen-year-old, forty-one-level Food Type Soul Master? Not only had he never seen one, he'd never even heard of one.
Seeing the astonishment in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, Oscar felt a small measure of satisfaction, which calmed him a little. Before Ning Fengzhi could speak again, he quickly said, "Clan Master Ning, I have always greatly admired you. I am also an auxiliary type, and I was wondering if after graduation, I might have the honor of joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
Beside them, Ma Hongjun let out a snort of laughter, secretly thinking, Are you really admiring Clan Master Ning, or are you admiring his daughter?
Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed. He had seen through Dai Mubai's identity and naturally understood he wouldn't join the clan. These Shrek Seven Devils, based on his daughter's introduction, were all exceptional talents. Getting even a few of them to join would be ideal. And here was an outstanding Food Type Soul Master standing before him. At a time like this, he wouldn't stand on ceremony as one of the Upper Three Sects. He nodded promptly. "Nothing would please me more. What this clan needs most is talent like you, young brother. The doors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan are always open to you."
Ning Rongrong said with some dissatisfaction, "Dad, why are you calling him 'young brother'? Just call him Little Ao. Otherwise, the generational order gets confused—how am I supposed to address him?"
Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "Look, I was just so happy I got confused. Little Ao's future prospects in the Food Type are boundless."
Ning Rongrong said, "Dad, you're already very familiar with Third Brother, so I won't introduce him much. He's basically just gained one more Soul Ring than before."
Ning Fengzhi tapped his daughter's head. "Just gained one more? He's already left both me and His Majesty speechless with shock. His fourth Soul Ring is of the ten-thousand-year level—apparently, no one has ever achieved that before. Not even his father had such an accomplishment. What a pity, Xiao San, what a pity. If only you were my son."
Ning Rongrong stuck her tongue out at her father. "What? Having me as your daughter is shameful?"
Ning Fengzhi laughed. "Of course not! You're my little treasure. I just meant that having another son like Tang San would make things perfect."
Without a doubt, among these children before him, the one Ning Fengzhi was most focused on and most optimistic about was Tang San. Although he couldn't recruit him into the clan due to his background, he would maintain a good relationship with him regardless.
Tang San scratched his head but said nothing. His father's image surfaced in his mind. Dad, would you be as proud of me as Uncle Ning is?
"This is my Fourth Brother. We all call him Fatty. His real name is Ma Hongjun. He's a forty-one-level Strong Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor, and his Martial Soul is the Fire Phoenix." Ning Rongrong continued with the introductions.
"The Fire Phoenix?" Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up as he nodded repeatedly at Ma Hongjun. In Martial Souls, dragons and phoenixes were top-tier existences. This chubby youngster looked even younger, yet possessed strength at the forty-one level. Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but say to his daughter, "Rongrong, don't tell me all of you Shrek Seven Devils have already reached above level forty."
Ning Rongrong giggled. "Not all of us. Xiao Wu is still below level forty. But she didn't take the celestial herbs Third Brother gave out, or she'd definitely be higher level than me."
Ma Hongjun said, "Hello, Uncle Ning. Do you happen to have another daughter as pretty as Rongrong? If you do, as long as you promise her to me in marriage, I'll join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan." His personality was always blunt, and as soon as these words left his mouth, the whole group burst into laughter.
Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. "What a pity, I only have Rongrong as my precious daughter. If she herself were willing to marry you, I wouldn't object." Though he was joking, Ning Fengzhi's words weren't entirely offhand. A Strong Attack System Soul Master with a Phoenix Martial Soul who had broken through level forty at just over ten years old—from a strength perspective, he was indeed qualified to be his son-in-law.
Ma Hongjun chuckled. "Then I'd better go find a pretty wife first. Anyway, didn't you just say the doors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan are always open to us?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded earnestly, his gaze sweeping over the children before him. "Yes, every single one of you is welcome at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
Huang Yuan couldn't help asking, "Me too?"