Douluo: My Teacher Is Supreme Pontiff-Chapter 244: The Power of Word-Becomes-Law Strikes Again!
Although he was cursing inwardly, Li Chang’an still bowed respectfully and said,
"Father-in-law, this son-in-law greets you."
Ning Fengzhi returned to his usual refined demeanor and nodded with satisfaction. The gift Li Chang’an had given him was simply too great—so great that he could neither refuse it nor properly reciprocate it.
Thus, this old fox had already made up his mind: this young man must become his son-in-law!
Of course, with Ning Fengzhi’s attitude shifting, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo’s stance also improved greatly. After all, Ning Fengzhi’s advancement meant their strength had indirectly advanced as well. Once Ning Fengzhi truly reached the realm of a nine-ringed Title Douluo, the position of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be unshakable, perhaps even rising to greater heights.
"Enough, let the banquet begin," Ning Fengzhi instructed several disciples, at the same time gesturing for Li Chang’an and Ning Rongrong to walk by his side.
"Changsheng, in fact, I’ve investigated you long ago. I’ve always been aware of your existence. What I did not expect, however, was that Rongrong would eventually end up with you."
His words were clearly laced with meaning. Ning Fengzhi hadn’t exposed Li Chang’an’s true identity but instead hinted, I already know who you are—plainly an attempt to coax him into revealing himself.
If not for the fact that one of his avatars was still in Spirit City and that his identity and whereabouts were top secret, Li Chang’an might really have been tricked by this old fox.
But Li Chang’an was no ordinary youth. With two lifetimes’ worth of worldly experience, his ability to deal with others was no weaker than Ning Fengzhi’s. To Ning Fengzhi’s probing remark, he said nothing, only smiling a little shyly.
At this moment, Bone Douluo patted his shoulder with a laugh.
"Just for your respectful attitude and the gift you gave to Fengzhi, I accept you as my grandson-in-law. But before you arrived, that old sword-wielder said you had to withstand ten of his strikes if you wanted to marry Rongrong."
He raised his brows toward Sword Douluo, as if to say—let’s see how you handle this now.
Indeed, with Ning Fengzhi recognizing Li Chang’an and him gifting an invaluable immortal herb, Sword Douluo could hardly act against him any longer.
Sword Douluo was no fool. He glanced at Bone Douluo, then smiled faintly at Li Chang’an.
"Changsheng, Fengzhi already told me—you reached Spirit Emperor at just fourteen years old. That’s more than enough to pass my trial. Don’t pay attention to Bone Old Man’s nonsense."
A fourteen-year-old spirit Emperor. No matter how one looked at it, he had already surpassed the sect’s standards. For Sword Douluo to continue making things difficult would be unreasonable.
’So, if I hadn’t revealed my strength, you’d have staged the classic routine: put me through some ’test,’ only to end up slapped in the face?’
Li Chang’an silently mocked.
Meanwhile, Bone Douluo clicked his tongue in amazement, then laughed again.
"Changsheng, your talent really is something. Even compared to the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, you’re hardly inferior. Work hard!"
"Work hard—and one day surpass that so-called Holy Son! Beat him into the ground!"
Li Chang’an smiled politely on the surface, but inwardly he cursed Bone Douluo’s ancestors eighteen generations back.
’If only you knew who I really was, you’d choke to death on your own words from embarrassment.’
Soon after, platters of delicacies were carried to the table. Li Chang’an and Ning Rongrong were seated at Ning Fengzhi’s right, while the two Spirit Douluo sat on his left.
"Changsheng, we’ve spoken so much, but you still haven’t introduced yourself," Ning Fengzhi said suddenly after raising a toast.
"My identity? Sect Master, I think you already have some guesses, don’t you?" Li Chang’an’s eyes flickered with thought, but he already had a plan.
"Hahaha, I only wonder if my guess is correct," Ning Fengzhi replied, sipping his wine gracefully. "Or rather... should I address you as His Highness, the Holy Son, Li Chang’an?"
The moment the words fell, the two Spirit Douluo opposite them stiffened in shock. Then, with grim expressions, they immediately rose and reached for Li Chang’an from both sides.
Li Chang’an’s name carried terrifying weight. They could not afford to underestimate him—better to subdue this unstable factor first.
Yet before Ning Fengzhi could stop them, Li Chang’an himself moved. His lips parted slightly:
"In this room—no killing intent shall remain!"
[Word-Becomes-Law]
The instant those words were spoken, Ning Rongrong and the two Spirit Douluo felt their hearts overwhelmed with tranquility. Any urge to fight completely dissipated.
The world is so beautiful—why must we fight and kill?
That was the thought echoing in all their minds. Meanwhile, Li Chang’an remained seated calmly, imitating Ning Fengzhi’s elegance as he took a sip of wine, turning his eyes back to the Sect Master.
But Spirit Douluo were still Spirit Douluo. After about a minute, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo managed to recover their composure—only to feel a chill run down their spines.
’What kind of soul skill was that? How could it affect even our state of mind? We’ve never experienced such a thing before!’
Not just them—even Ning Fengzhi wore a look of astonishment. He had already rated the Holy Son highly, yet the truth exceeded even his imagination.
If Li Chang’an had chosen to act during that one minute, there would have been nothing anyone could do to stop him.
"Well then, Father-in-law," Li Chang’an asked with feigned calm, though he silently cursed the backlash of [Word-Becomes-Law], "are you satisfied now?"
At the moment, his lustful thoughts were completely gone. Not because of physical incapacity, but because his mind had been forced into the clear-headed state of a saint.
’Damn it, I’ll need Rongrong to... help me later. Otherwise, am I going to be stuck as a saint forever?’
"No need to say more. We were too abrupt—my apologies." Ning Fengzhi personally rose and bowed to Li Chang’an, lowering his posture considerably.
In the end, it was Li Chang’an’s identity and strength that earned their respect.
"You’re too polite, Father-in-law. The two Seniors didn’t truly act against me. Fighting and killing benefits no one—it’s better to keep things peaceful." Li Chang’an offered them a way to step down gracefully, then glanced meaningfully at the awkward Bone Douluo.
’Social death must sting, huh? Just a moment ago, you were telling me to surpass that ’damn Holy Son.’
"Father-in-law, perhaps you should tell me how you guessed my identity?" Li Chang’an invited him to speak.
Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly.
"It was merely deduction. There are many so-called prodigies, but a true peerless genius—there is only the Holy Son. How could another appear out of nowhere?"
"Moreover, your generosity is telling. Whether it was the fruit you gave Rongrong or the immortal herb you gave me, neither could come from an ordinary faction."
"And not long ago, an herb garden belonging to Dugu Bo was taken over by Spirit Hall. Considering all this, I could only conclude—Shrek Academy’s teacher Li Changsheng is none other than the Holy Son of Spirit Hall."
Truly, Ning Fengzhi was an old fox. His analysis covered details even Li Chang’an himself hadn’t considered. But regardless, there was no denying that he could not refuse the immortal herb Li Chang’an had offered.
