Ning Rongrong

The girl with ear-length short hair sat cross-legged, her hands overlapped before her. Her luxurious garments fluttered gently in the hazy aura drifting around her body.

Her brows twitched slightly, and a lively expression appeared on her face.

"Acquired Realm Minor Completion."

Her soft murmur broke the tranquil atmosphere.

The girl exhaled a breath of stale air, slowly opened her eyes, and rose from her meditative position.

"Six years..."

In her previous life, she had been a martial arts enthusiast. While searching for rare treasures that could help her break through, she had unexpectedly encountered a once-in-a-century avalanche.

When she regained consciousness, she discovered that she had transmigrated to Douluo Continent. Her gender had changed from "he" to "she," and she had become Ning Rongrong, the youngest daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

That was right—the Little Devil from the original story.

From being lost and helpless at first to gladly accepting it now, only a few years had passed. Sometimes, she had to marvel at humanity's ability to adapt.

But there was one thing Ning Rongrong had never been able to let go of.

The martial arts she had cultivated in her previous life seemed to be restricted somehow on Douluo Continent.

"An Acquired Realm Minor Completion martial artist can't even pull off Lin Daiyu Uproots the Weeping Willow."

"Would you believe it if I told you?"

If she could not sense her True Qi nourishing her Meridians, Ning Rongrong would have suspected that her cultivation method was a counterfeit, some shoddy knockoff she had bought from an online store in her previous life.

"Could it have something to do with my Martial Soul?" Ning Rongrong did not reject Martial Souls, but she vaguely felt that awakening one would affect her current cultivation method. That effect would most likely be negative.

"Miss, the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony has begun. The Sect Master has asked you to go over now." While Ning Rongrong was deep in thought, the Maid's voice came from outside the courtyard gates.

Ning Rongrong withdrew her thoughts, glanced toward the tightly shut doors, and replied casually,

"I understand. You may leave first."

After the Maid left, Ning Rongrong rubbed her temples.

"Will my Martial Soul be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

While cultivating, Ning Rongrong had already sensed the existence of her Martial Soul.

She had not touched that point to activate her Martial Soul.

If she awakened it prematurely and something went wrong, she would not even have anywhere to cry.

Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and headed toward the main hall.

Today was the annual Martial Soul Awakening day.

"Some rejoice while others grieve!"

When she entered the hall, scenes of life's ups and downs could be seen everywhere.

Children who awakened Martial Souls and possessed Soul Power were overjoyed, while those whose Martial Souls were worthless and who lacked Soul Power wore pained expressions, their eyes dull and devoid of light.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also had quite a few ordinary people.

Martial Soul Awakening was uncertain. Although medicinal baths could somewhat increase the chances of awakening Soul Power and becoming a Soul Master, the medicinal ingredients were rare and expensive, and not everyone had such an opportunity.

Ordinary people without Soul Power who could not become Soul Masters could only run errands for the sect. Still, they were sect members, and their lives were far better than those of common civilians outside the sect.

Ning Rongrong squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the raised platform at the front.

"Dad, I'm here."

Before her stood an elegant middle-aged man, with an elderly man standing on each side of him. They were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Ning Rongrong greeted all three in turn.

"Rongrong, have you been busy again?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded.

Ning Fengzhi also knew about her cultivation.

At first, he had been extremely worried, but he eventually yielded to Ning Rongrong's persistence.

After all, Ning Rongrong had not yet awakened her Martial Soul.

Yet in every respect, she already possessed the physical qualities of an ordinary Soul Master.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi had concerns about this cultivation method, but he had never voiced them.

Ning Fengzhi led Ning Rongrong before the Martial Soul Awakening Stone.

"Rongrong, place your hands on it."

"Mm."

Ning Rongrong examined the basketball-sized Crystal Ball and skillfully placed both hands upon it.

Over the years, she had watched Martial Soul Awakenings countless times.

The instant her palms touched the Awakening Stone,

the stone began to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually forming the outline of a pagoda.

At its side were markings numbered from 1 to 10.

As he watched the light rise along the markings, Ning Fengzhi's expression became increasingly astonished.

"Her Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly. "Her initial Soul Power Level is nine. No, nine and a half..."

"Ah!"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong spat out a mouthful of blood.

Scarlet blood splattered across the translucent Crystal Ball.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly reached out and caught his daughter. The two Titled Douluo also seemed to flash to his side as they quickly examined Ning Rongrong's condition.

Once they determined that Ning Rongrong was not seriously hurt and had merely fainted temporarily, the three of them finally let out sighs of relief.

No one knew how much time passed.

Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled lightly, and her eyes slowly opened.

Her gaze was filled with confusion.

"What happened to me?"

Ning Rongrong's murmur caught Ning Fengzhi and the others' attention, and the three hurried to gather beside the bed.

"Rongrong, you suddenly fainted during your Martial Soul Awakening. You gave Dad quite a scare." Ning Fengzhi's face was full of concern.

"Oh, right, at that time..." Ning Rongrong forced herself upright. Seeing how weak she was, Ning Fengzhi quickly pressed a hand against her back to support her.

Ning Rongrong's young face was deathly pale, as though she had only just recovered from a serious illness.

"Rongrong, stop cultivating that cultivation method." Sword Douluo spoke sternly.

"That's right." Bone Douluo echoed him. "We need not ask where your cultivation method came from, but a cultivation method that left him needing more than a month to recover cannot possibly be something a child like you should cultivate freely."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had thoroughly examined Ning Rongrong's physical condition.

There was a strange energy within Ning Rongrong's body.

That energy conflicted with her Soul Power, causing her to fall unconscious during her Martial Soul Awakening.

When Ning Rongrong's cultivation had first been discovered, Ning Fengzhi had feared danger and ordered her to explain the cultivation method. Otherwise, he would not permit her to continue cultivating it.

In the end, Sword Douluo, curious as a cat, believed that the cultivation method was theoretically feasible.

After following its circulation route a few times, however, his Soul Power flowed backward. He nearly killed himself, then spent more than a month enduring the side effects of cultivation with two dark circles beneath his eyes before finally eliminating them.

With Bone Douluo's reminder, Ning Fengzhi also recalled what had happened and said to Ning Rongrong,

"Risking your future for an unknown cultivation method is not worth it. You have a brighter future ahead of you."

"No." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Just consider it my willfulness. I cannot agree to give up cultivating."

"Rongrong! You possess Innate Level Nine and a Half, perhaps even Innate Full Soul Power." Had Ning Rongrong not suddenly fainted and halted the awakening ceremony, her Soul Power might have continued rising.

"Dad, I know." Ning Rongrong extended her palm, and an exquisite little pagoda floated above it. "Innate Full Soul Power at Level 10."

As Ning Fengzhi stared with trembling eyes, having confirmed her Innate Full Soul Power,

Ning Rongrong recalled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her expression extremely serious. "Can you give me some time? Three years will be enough. I'm confident I can resolve the problem with my body."

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