Martial Soul as Proof, Promise of an Immortal Herb

"If this junior said... I knew of a way that might break the shackles of level seventy-nine?"

Yang Yu's voice was not loud, yet it exploded like thunder through the deathly silent hall of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion!

Break the shackles of level seventy-nine?!

Those seven words seemed to possess infinite magic, instantly seizing the hearts of everyone present! Especially those of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—whether the two Soul King maidservants, the guards hidden in the shadows, or even Chen Xin standing on the second floor like a Sword God—all revealed looks of utter disbelief and horror!

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's Soul Power limit was the Sword of Damocles hanging over the entire sect! It was an incurable affliction that Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluo had failed to solve despite pouring in countless efforts and exhausting the continent's resources! It was the greatest tragedy that had reduced the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from "the number-one support in the world" to one "unable to reach the pinnacle"!

And now, a six-year-old child had casually claimed... that he had a way to solve it?!

"What did you say?!" Ning Rongrong was the first to scream. Clutching the railing, her little face flushed red from extreme shock and a trace of hope she had not even noticed herself. "Y-you're lying! Father and Grandpa Sword both said there was no way!"

Chen Xin's reaction was the most direct! His eyes, like they contained peerless divine swords, erupted with unprecedented sharpness! Terrifying sword intent descended like a tangible tide, completely sealing and freezing the space around Yang Yu! The air let out an overwhelmed groan! This time, it was no longer a warning, but naked pressure and scrutiny powerful enough to tear apart one's soul!

"Boy!" Chen Xin's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year ice, every word ringing with the clang of metal and carrying boundless majesty as well as a trace of... barely perceptible urgency. "Do you know what kind of capital crime it is to spout such nonsense and slander the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's inherited Martial Soul?!"

Under that terrifying sword intent, enough to crush a Soul King into dust, Yang Yu's body sank slightly, and his bones let out faint creaks. His face instantly paled somewhat, but his eyes remained as calm as an ancient well. Within him, the power of the Dragon of Eternity and Time roared from the depths of his soul, struggling to resist the omnipresent sensation of sharp cutting; meanwhile, the Chaos Creation Lotus slowly rotated in his Dantian, radiating gentle Power of Creation that nourished the meridians stung by the sword intent.

"Your pressure is as imposing as a mountain, Senior. How would this junior dare speak recklessly?" Yang Yu's voice was slightly hoarse from the pressure, yet it remained clear, even carrying a peculiar penetrating force. "A Martial Soul's flaws and the limits of its origin are not things human power can defy. Yet heaven and earth's creations are infinite; there will always be opportunities to defy fate and change one's destiny. The method this junior knows is not an invention born from thin air. Rather... I have a Martial Soul as proof!"

"A Martial Soul as proof?" Chen Xin frowned deeply, sword light flickering uncertainly in his eyes. This boy could still speak so eloquently beneath his pressure? Such composure... and the meaning behind his words...

"That's right!" Yang Yu drew a deep breath. Bracing against the mountain-like sword intent, he abruptly raised his right hand!

Buzz! His first Soul Ring, deep purple like amethyst and flowing with silver Spatial Ripples across its surface, instantly lit up beneath his feet! Immediately afterward, an indescribably profound aura erupted!

The phantom of the Dragon of Eternity and Time surged into the air behind him! It was no longer merely a phantom, but nearly half-solid! Its crystalline dragon body coiled through the air, covered in scales seemingly formed from congealed time, refracting faint glimmers of the universe's birth and extinction! Its dragon head was majestic; its left eye resembled a singularity collapsing and giving birth to all things, while its right eye resembled an endlessly flowing river of time! An ancient Dragon Might, vast and desolate, transcending all things and commanding the origin of space and time, instantly spread forth alongside an ancient dragon roar!

A God-Tier Spirit! Manifested!

The light throughout the Myriad Treasures Pavilion's hall seemed to twist and slow at that moment! Countless people felt their thoughts become sluggish for an instant! That terrifying Dragon Might actually faintly formed an equal opposition against Chen Xin's tyrannical sword intent!

"A God-Tier Spirit?!" Chen Xin's pupils constricted sharply! For the first time, he cried out in shock! He had roamed the continent for decades and seen countless top-tier Martial Souls, yet the aura, pressure, and status exuded by the dragon-shaped Martial Soul before him... absolutely surpassed the mortal realm! It was a true God-Tier Spirit! This boy... was actually a Twin Martial Souls wielder?! And what about the other one?!

Yet Yang Yu did not stop! His left hand slowly rose as well!

Buzz! An entirely different, yet equally boundless aura erupted! Chaotic dao intent, woven from creation and destruction, spread through the air!

The phantom of the Chaos Creation Lotus slowly bloomed in Yang Yu's left palm! Its thirty-six petals were clearly visible! Half were lush emerald green, flowing with light like concentrated life essence and radiating vigorous vitality that could not be dispersed! The other half bore a deep chaotic hue, wreathed in wisps of black mist that could annihilate all matter and energy. Even the space around the petal edges showed tiny black cracks that constantly formed and vanished!

Creation and destruction! The two powers that formed the world's origin coexisted perfectly upon this green lotus! It too was God-Tier!

Twin God-Tier Martial Souls! Manifested simultaneously!

The entire Myriad Treasures Pavilion hall fell into complete, deathly silence! A pin drop could be heard! Everyone seemed to have been struck by an immobilizing spell, staring dumbfoundedly at the small figure in the center and the two Martial Soul phantoms behind him, as though gods had descended! Their minds were blank!

A God-Tier Spirit... even one was already legend! Twin God-Tier Martial Souls?! This was a miracle that overturned the million-year history of Douluo Continent Soul Masters! No, it was a divine miracle!

The coldness on Chen Xin's face was completely replaced by utter shock! His sword intent, capable of cleaving mountains apart, actually produced a faint, imperceptible fluctuation upon sensing the creation and destruction power within the Chaos Creation Lotus, power that touched upon the essence of the world! Just who... was this boy?!

Ning Rongrong's little mouth hung open, her sapphire-like eyes widened round. She had completely forgotten her anger and grievance, leaving only boundless shock and... an indescribable sense of comfort drawn from the life radiance emitted by the emerald lotus phantom! That lotus... was so warm... so comfortable...

"This is the Chaos Creation Lotus." Yang Yu's voice rang through the silence with a peculiar rhythm. His gaze fell upon the lotus phantom in his left palm, which radiated a gentle emerald glow. "The Power of Creation creates all things and nourishes their origins."

With a thought, he focused on several emerald lotus petals brimming with vitality. A concentrated beam of emerald light, only as thick as a thumb and resembling the purest spring of life, shot from the lotus's center and landed precisely in a damp crack between the white jade floor tiles beneath his feet.

There lay an unknown little grass plant that had just been injured by the aftershock of sword intent. Its leaves had wilted, its stem had snapped, and it was nearly dead.

Then, a miracle occurred!

Bathed in the emerald beam, the dying grass revived at a speed visible to the naked eye! Its snapped stem instantly healed and extended! Its withered leaves turned lush and full, stretching open! In only two breaths, it transformed from a yellowed, dying sprout into a vibrant blade of grass, even more robust than the surrounding grass of its kind! At the tip of one blade, a tiny pale pink flower bud even emerged!

Withered wood met spring! Creation gave birth to life!

A collective gasp swept through the hall! Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets! W-what kind of ability was this?! Bringing back the dead?!

The shock in Chen Xin's eyes had turned into extreme solemnity! Looking at that reborn grass and sensing the pure, ultimate life origin power contained within the emerald beam, enormous waves surged through his heart! This power... this creative force that touched upon the origin of life... he had never heard of it! This boy had not lied! His Martial Soul truly possessed the ability to defy fate and change destiny! Could it be... the shackles of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda really...

"The Power of Creation nourishes origins and makes up for flaws." Yang Yu withdrew the beam, and the phantom of the Chaos Creation Lotus slowly faded. He raised his head, his eyes blazing as he met Chen Xin's gaze, which was filled with complex emotions. "However, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's limitation is rooted deep within its origin. Ordinary Power of Creation cannot reach it. One must draw upon the purest life origin and soul essence between heaven and earth to shake its foundation."

He paused, his voice clear and resolute. "Aromatic Silk Beauty! An Immortal Grade Herb! This herb is blessed by the essence of heaven and earth, containing the purest life origin and soul-nourishing power. It is the supreme divine medicine for repairing the flaws in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's origin! If its medicinal power can be guided into the Martial Soul Origin, then channeled and fused through a special method... the wall of level seventy-nine is not impossible to break!"

"Aromatic Silk Beauty?!" Chen Xin frowned deeply. He had never heard this name! An Immortal Grade Herb? Was there actually a top-grade Immortal Herb on the continent that even he did not know of?

"Utter nonsense! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect collects rare treasures from across the world. We have never heard of any Aromatic Silk Beauty!" Ning Rongrong could not help shouting again, though her voice was noticeably weaker this time. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty as she looked at Yang Yu. The sight of the dead grass springing back to life had been far too shocking.

"Rongrong! Do not be rude!" A gentle yet authoritative voice, carrying a trace of urgency beneath its dignity, came from the entrance of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

Everyone turned toward the sound.

A middle-aged man, surrounded by several guards with powerful auras, strode quickly into the hall. He wore elegant moon-white robes and possessed a refined, noble bearing. His face was handsome as jade, and his gentle, profound eyes seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts. Even while walking, he exuded the composed presence of someone long accustomed to authority. It was none other than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master—Ning Fengzhi!

He had clearly received the news and rushed over. The moment he arrived, his eyes fell upon Yang Yu, especially the deep-purple Soul Ring beneath Yang Yu's feet that had yet to fully fade, as well as the phantom of the Dragon of Time slowly disappearing behind him. His eyes instantly erupted with unconcealed shock!

Twin Martial Souls! A God-Tier aura! And that... five-thousand-year first Soul Ring?!

Even with Ning Fengzhi's deep composure, he felt a tremendous impact at that moment! He quickly walked to Chen Xin's side and gave him a slight nod. Then his gaze locked firmly onto Yang Yu, his voice gentle yet carrying unquestionable force. "Little friend, you said just now that the Aromatic Silk Beauty can resolve the limit of my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul? Where is this Immortal Herb now, and how did you come to know of it?"

Yang Yu looked at the helmsman of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before him, sensing the deep scheming and powerful presence hidden beneath his gentle exterior. He understood. The real master had finally arrived.

He bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant. "Greetings, Sect Master Ning. This junior is Yang Yu."

"The Aromatic Silk Beauty is born from the fortune of heaven and earth and cannot be cultivated by human hands. It resembles a tulip, its entire body like seven-colored glazed crystal. Golden clouds gather within its stamens, and its exotic fragrance can carry for ten li. Smelling it cleanses the soul and nourishes one's origin. This Immortal Herb is difficult to find. To this junior's knowledge, only one remains in this world, and it is located..." Yang Yu deliberately paused, sweeping his gaze over Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, "deep within your sect's treasure vault!"

"What?!" Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin changed expression at once! It was in their sect's treasure vault?! How could they not know?!

"Impossible!" Ning Fengzhi denied it decisively, though a trace of uncertainty flashed deep in his eyes. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasure vault was vast as the sea, and there were some strange objects whose origins even he might not fully know... Could it be...

"Whether it is true or not, Sect Master Ning need only order someone to inspect the treasure vault." Yang Yu's tone was certain. "This Immortal Herb prefers cool, damp places and often grows alongside Ghost Soul Crystals. It is flawless throughout, with shifting seven-colored light, making it easy to identify. If this junior is not mistaken, it should be sealed within a jade box crafted from Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade Marrow, placed on the upper level of the third shelf in the Yi-7 area on the western side of the treasure vault."

Yang Yu was so specific that he even named the storage location and container! This instantly magnified the uncertainty in Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's hearts countless times! Could there truly be such a neglected Immortal Herb in the treasure vault?!

"Father! Go check! Hurry and check!" Ning Rongrong urged impatiently, her little heart pounding. Breaking the Soul Power limit! The temptation was simply too great!

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing the raging waves in his heart. He gave Yang Yu a long, deep look. "Fine! If it is truly as little friend says, and there is indeed an Aromatic Silk Beauty in the treasure vault, then my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will owe you an enormous favor! Ning will surely reward you generously!"

"A generous reward?" A meaningful curve rose on Yang Yu's lips, and he shook his head. "Sect Master Ning misunderstands. This junior did not reveal the existence of this Immortal Herb in exchange for a favor."

"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi raised a brow. "Then what does little friend desire?"

Yang Yu's gaze slowly turned toward Ning Rongrong, who stood by the second-floor railing like an exquisite porcelain doll, watching him with wide sapphire eyes full of curiosity and nervousness.

"This junior's condition is simple." Yang Yu's voice was clear and calm, carrying unquestionable force. "I want to take Miss Ning Rongrong... as my disciple."