I promote you to Grand Administrator of the Far North!

After hearing Ning Fan's words, Gu Long felt his head buzzing.

He only wanted to retaliate against Sect Master Ning's willful actions, but ended up creating a big father for himself.

How terrifying must the direct descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School be to be able to break through the seventh ring limit?

Looking at the entire history of the sect, only the legendary ancestor Ning Rongrong was like this. In the legend, she had already broken through the limitations of heaven and earth, ascended to immortality, and reached another realm.

Now another Ning Fan has popped up?

This time, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is likely to undergo a major upheaval!

"Alright, quiet down. Whether the seventh ring limit can be broken still needs to be assessed by professionals. Fan'er, don't talk nonsense about this."

Ning Yunqing gestured to Ning Fan not to reveal too much in front of these old men, and then glanced at Gu Long, whose face was gloomy. Although he was smiling, his tone had changed.

"Hehe, Elder Gulong, Fan'er's talent today is largely thanks to you, Elder Gulong."

"Sect Master is joking. It was merely a miracle that happened by chance to my grandson..."

Gu Long spoke humbly. Yes, he had spearheaded the planning of everything that morning, but his ancestors had served the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School for generations, and it was a secure job.

He didn't think Ning Yunqing would dare to do anything to him.

"Excellent, what a fortuitous coincidence! Just as I've taken a liking to the talents of you two, grandfather and grandson, and there happens to be a vacancy for the position of general manager in the Far North City, I hereby officially appoint you as the general manager of all merchant guilds and auction houses in the Far North region! This position is hereditary and non-replaceable. Begin your duties immediately!"

Ning Yunqing's voice was gentle, but she spoke without any hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't help but shake his head.

My uncle is being a bit too generous, giving someone such a good position.

However, based on my understanding of the sect's commerce as a whole, the so-called "Grand Chamber of Commerce" is probably about the same size as the small shops downstairs...

After all, the far north is a place no human can live in!

Therefore, this is no different from exile.

"Ning Yunqing, how dare you treat me like this? My family has served your Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School for generations. When I, as the consul elder, was riding across the battlefield with the former sect leader, you were still in a brothel arresting your scoundrel brother!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Long immediately became furious.

Soul rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet: two yellow, three purple, and three black.

A genuine eight-ring Soul Douluo is a level of strength that many direct descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School can only dream of.

The sudden, terrifying aura made Wang Yan feel unsteady on his feet.

Ning Fan instinctively protected his uncle. Of course, even together, the two of them were no match for a top-tier Soul Douluo.

"That old bastard, arrogant and disrespectful to the sect leader!"

Most of the younger elders instantly activated their martial spirits and rushed to protect Ning Yunqing.

Some senior elders stood by and watched, showing no intention of offering assistance.

Staring at the cunning faces of these old men, Ning Yunqing gently shook her head.

To be honest, Ning Fan hadn't expected things to escalate to such a tense standoff. Sensing the danger, he quickly assumed the hand gestures for the Fireball technique he had just learned.

But his little flame probably won't hurt many people right now.

"Uncle Jian, don't kill him. Let his family go to the far north to inherit their family business! Consider it my way of apologizing to our ancestors!"

In the end, Ning Yunqing did not show much emotion, but simply said in a calm tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly came from all directions.

"Hahaha, Little Yunzi, you've only been the sect leader for three years. Looks like you've got a long way to go!"

With a burst of maniacal laughter, a long, slender silver sword appeared beside Gu Long at some point, or rather, it was stuck in the ground right next to him; if it had been half a foot off, it would have killed him.

"Fan'er, don't be afraid, the Sect Protector Douluo, your Sword Grandpa and the others have made a move."

Ning Yunqing gently stroked Ning Fan's head. He didn't want things to escalate to this point, but for the sake of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's future, he had to offend some people!

With a "gulp," Gu Long swallowed hard. He had indeed acted impulsively, forgetting that the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School had these two Guardian Douluos constantly guarding it. It was just that Ning Yunqing didn't usually like to bother them.

After all, they were all powerful figures of the previous era.

Before Gu Long could say anything more, two eerie black shadows appeared, quickly transforming into two pitch-black claws. They grabbed him and his grandson Gu Yu as if they were chicks and threw them outside.

From this moment forward, they will be the Grand Stewards of the Far North.

This is the absolute suppressive power of a Super Douluo!

Ning Yunqing cupped his hands in thanks, both to the two Guardian Douluos for their help and to the young elders for their immediate protection.

When his gaze swept over those elusive, senior elders again, he shook his head helplessly.

These old rascals are truly heartbreaking...

If these people from the older generation don't approve of me, could it be that I really made a mistake in reforming the soul tool over the past three years?

"Everyone, thank you for today. It's getting late, so please go back and rest. Teacher Wang, please inform Shrek Academy and see if we can invite a more professional elder to guide Fan'er's future."

A hint of loneliness appeared in Ning Yunqing's eyes. She then announced the end of the meeting and walked away alone.

Staring at his retreating figure, Ning Fan wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't chase after him.

After everyone had left, Ning Fan finally emerged from the small room. Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, he couldn't help but feel a pang of his own insignificance.

It's truly lamentable that a mere Contra Master could be so arrogant and disrespectful to them.

However, his future will definitely not disappoint!

Clenching his fists, Ning Fan walked towards the city gate without looking back.

The entire Nine Treasures City is divided into an inner city and an outer city. The inner city serves as the residence of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School, and non-Soul Masters are not allowed to enter.

The earliest outer city was nothing more than temporary buildings erected by dependent forces. It was only after thousands of years of vicissitudes that it eventually developed into a large city.

Even at night, Kowloon City is still very lively, with rows of streetlights illuminating the happy faces of pedestrians.

Ning Fan walked through the bustling streets, casually took out dozens of gold coins and gave them to the poor people begging outside the city gate, thus completing his daily act of kindness.

The young man was very distressed about what had just happened. He had read too many light novels and never imagined that such a thing would happen in his own sect.

Standing on the lawn on the riverbank outside the city gate, I felt the coolness of the night breeze.

The long-haired boy formed a hand seal, almost inhaling deeply, his tightly clasped fingers turning white at the tips, his delicate face tense.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Even so, what ultimately came out of his mouth was nothing more than a tiny spark.

For a moment, Ning Fan really felt like he and his little brother Obito in the next shed were doomed, and even began to doubt whether he had chosen the wrong ninjutsu.

Okay, I'm afraid if I choose the other two ninjutsu, the initial effects will be similar to this. If I'm bad at it, I'll just have to practice more...

Just as Ning Fan was preparing to try again, a moment of disorientation appeared in his eyes.

Like Huo Gua's Spirit Eye Martial Soul, the Martial Soul in the eye area is very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.

"Come out, don't hide and scare me."

After speaking, Ning Fan turned around, and a blonde girl jumped out from the grass on the riverbank.

"Wow, Cousin Ning Fan, how did you spot us? Are your eyes... alright?"

"Well, I guess I'm alright."

"Hey, Ning Fan, what's with your attitude? The young master heard you weren't awake, so he went to your room specifically to look for you, and you sneaked out without even telling anyone? We've been looking for you for ages!"

When Wu Feng emerged, she was covered in dry grass. The two of them had intended to scare Ning Fan quietly, but they didn't expect to be discovered so quickly.

"Tell me honestly, what's wrong with your eyes? I heard Grandpa say that Gu Yu and the others were exiled, and you even awakened your original martial soul or something? Is it really that exaggerated?"

While brushing the dry grass off his body, Wu Feng remained as domineering as ever, grabbing the boy and determined to make him explain himself.

"It is indeed the original martial soul. Let's go, we can talk as we walk."

Ning Fan even shared the little incident that happened inside the sect with his cousin and Wu Feng, whom he had grown up with.

However, explaining how to make a perfectly normal child breathe fire was too difficult, so he simply kept the matter of the divine tree in the "dream" and ninjutsu a secret.