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**Chapter 143: First Meeting with Ning Fengzhi**

After chatting with Emperor Xue Ye and Prince Xue Xing for a while, Zhao Ling noticed the sun had set. Rising from his seat, he prepared to take his leave.

"Your Majesty Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing, it's getting late, and I should return home. When time permits, I'll visit the palace again to catch up with both of you."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Xue Ye stood up and approached him sincerely.

"Demon Suppression Priest, there's no need to rush. Stay and have dinner with my brother and me. I recently acquired some top-quality wine. Would you honor me by sharing a drink?"

Prince Xue Xing also stood up with a warm smile.

"Yes, Demon Suppression Priest. This is a family banquet, and since you are Qinghe's foster father, you must attend."

Zhao Ling hesitated but eventually nodded in agreement. Their hospitality was genuine, and refusing them outright might offend the royal family.

An hour later, night had fully descended, and the three of them moved to the Xuanhe Hall. Inside, small tables were set up, each adorned with a variety of exquisite dishes. The queen was already seated at one table, holding Xue Qinghe in her arms. Emperor Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing, and Zhao Ling took their places at individual tables nearby.

Also present were the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and Sword Douluo, each seated at their own tables. Bone Douluo, however, was absent, recuperating in a side hall from the injuries he had sustained in his earlier encounter with Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling couldn't help but notice the unusual arrangement. Unlike the large communal tables of traditional Chinese banquets he was familiar with, the Tiandou royal family practiced separate dining. Each guest had their own small table and dishes, reflecting a more Western style of etiquette.

He glanced at the food on his table—over a dozen dishes, including pork elbows, lamb chops, beef, and even bear paws. The portions were small, likely to fit on the limited space of the table. A pot of wine was also placed beside the dishes. Zhao Ling uncorked it, letting the fragrant aroma waft into his nose.

"Monkey wine," he murmured to himself, intrigued. "It smells incredible, but I wonder how it tastes."

Emperor Xue Ye chuckled warmly.

"Indeed, it is monkey wine. I came across it by chance, and there are fewer than five jars in total. Please, have a taste."

Zhao Ling poured himself a glass. The golden liquid shimmered invitingly, exuding a sweet, fruity aroma. Taking a sip, he found the wine to be soft and flavorful, with a delicate floral undertone. For someone unfamiliar with the strong liquors of the Blue Planet, this monkey wine was undoubtedly exquisite.

"Master Demon Suppressor, how is the wine?" Emperor Xue Ye asked eagerly.

"It's excellent—a truly fine wine," Zhao Ling replied with genuine praise, bringing a satisfied smile to the emperor's face.

At that moment, a tall and handsome young man entered the Xuanhe Hall, bowing respectfully to Emperor Xue Ye.

"Your Majesty..."

Seeing the young man, Emperor Xue Ye smiled kindly.

"Fengzhi! You're finally here. Your father and I have been waiting for you."

The young man returned a gentle smile.

"My apologies, Your Majesty. I was delayed by some matters at home."

He approached the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, addressing him softly.

"Father."

He then turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin, nodding slightly.

"Uncle Jian."

Both men acknowledged him with small nods, and the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect said, "Take your seat; we've been waiting for you."

Ning Fengzhi nodded and sat at the table beside his father's. Zhao Ling watched this exchange with interest, his eyes lingering on the young man.

'So this is Ning Fengzhi? He's indeed handsome—more so than his father. No wonder Ning Rongrong is so beautiful. With a father like him, it's no surprise she inherited such looks.'

Zhao Ling quickly turned his attention back to his meal, picking up a pork elbow with his chopsticks and taking a bite.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi scanned the room and noticed an absence. Turning to his father, he asked tentatively,

"Father, where is Uncle Gu? Why isn't he at the banquet?"

Without looking up, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect replied,

"Your Uncle Gu is injured and resting in a side hall."

He then recounted how Zhao Ling had punched Bone Douluo, embedding him more than three inches into a wall without using his martial soul. Ning Fengzhi was stunned.

Bone Douluo was one of the strongest Titled Douluos he knew, yet this man had defeated him with a single barehanded punch? It sounded impossible.

"Oh my god," Ning Fengzhi thought, questioning his senses. "Could my ears be playing tricks on me? Or has my father lost his mind?"

Sword Douluo, noticing his disbelief, assured him that the story was true. Both he and the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had witnessed it firsthand. Ning Fengzhi's shock deepened as he glanced at Zhao Ling, trying to understand how this seemingly unassuming man could possess such monstrous strength.

Curiosity burned within him. He couldn't help but wonder: what kind of power lay behind the man who had defeated Bone Douluo so effortlessly?

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