Ning Fengya's Mutated Black Tower Martial Soul

Su Yuntian stayed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a full three days.

Over those three days, Ning Fengya spent one day showing him around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, another day sparring with him in one-on-one spirit battles, and the final day discussing Soul Power cultivation.

Qian Renxue had taught Su Yuntian his current method of cultivating Soul Power, and it was far more advanced than what Su Yuntao had taught him before.

Ning Fengya's Soul Power cultivation method, meanwhile, had been taught by Ning Fengzhi. This technique was especially suited to the inner disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Unfortunately, Ning Fengya's Martial Soul was not the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, but a mutated Black Tower.

Even now, Ning Fengya still could not figure out what use his mutated Black Tower had. Even when relying on "meditation" to cultivate Soul Power, he always felt something was off.

Even so, he was the most diligent person in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Reaching level 22 at thirteen was not slow by any means.

Su Yuntian was also thirteen this year, yet he was only level 19.

Of course, Ning Rongrong was even faster. The little girl was only ten this year, yet she was already level 22.

If the course of this world had not been disrupted by Su Yuntian's arrival, Ning Rongrong would reach level 26 in two years and head to Shrek Academy in the Balak Kingdom.

What level would he be able to reach by then?

When the conversation turned to the future, Ning Fengya gave a bitter smile. "I don't think I have much hope. This mutated Black Tower is just a useless Martial Soul. It has no future."

In Su Yuntian's eyes, neither Ning Fengya's talent nor his Martial Soul was inferior to anyone else's. The only issue was his identity.

If Ning Fengya had been born into an ordinary family, his aptitude of reaching level 22 at thirteen would certainly have marked him as an outstanding young talent.

After all, his brother Su Yuntao was still only in his twenties after all these years, while Ma Xiunuo, the top figure of Nuoding City's Spirit Hall branch, had only broken through level 30 in his seventies.

But Ning Fengya was a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the son of Ning Fengzhi, who was known as the continent's strongest auxiliary Soul Master.

It would have been one thing if he had failed to awaken a Martial Soul. But he had awakened one completely unrelated to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, which was terribly awkward.

Especially after Ning Rongrong turned six, whenever he saw the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda cradled in his younger sister's hands, Ning Fengya felt even more ashamed of himself.

That was why, at this point, he actually mocked himself for having a "useless Martial Soul."

But was that really the truth?

"That's not true!" Su Yuntian pressed a hand onto Ning Fengya's shoulder and said with utter seriousness, "Things aren't what you think they are. Your mutated Black Tower is not a useless Martial Soul!"

"On the contrary, it's very powerful! At least, I think it's very powerful!"

Unfortunately, Su Yuntian's earnestness failed to convince Ning Fengya. Encouragement from a peer was not enough to erase the inferiority buried deep in his heart over the years.

Seeing Ning Fengya's dejected expression, Su Yuntian grew anxious.

"Do you really understand your own Martial Soul?"

"I don't understand it. Do you?"

"I do!" Su Yuntian answered decisively. "I understand your Martial Soul better than you do!"

Seeing how certain Su Yuntian was, Ning Fengya could not help but freeze. "Why?"

"Because of your first two Soul Skills. I can tell for certain that your mutated Black Tower Martial Soul is no weaker than the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

Ning Fengya was stunned.

"Your first Soul Skill, Draw Ground as Prison, uses self-imprisonment to become immune to damage. Its drawbacks are severe, but if used properly in a team battle, it can achieve unexpected victory and become the decisive move that turns the tide."

When Draw Ground as Prison was activated, Ning Fengya's Black Tower Martial Soul became tangible and enclosed him within it.

While it granted immunity to damage, he could not move either. He was basically left standing there as a target. Once the damage immunity ended, he would still take whatever attacks came his way, and there would be no escaping.

That was precisely why Ning Fengya had always considered this Soul Skill rather useless. Yet from what Su Yuntian was saying, could this Soul Skill actually become the key to turning a battle around?

Could it... really?

Seeing Ning Fengya's doubtful yet excited expression, Su Yuntian pressed his advantage. "As for your second Soul Skill, it's called Frosty Blade, right? That one is even more useful!"

"Right now, you only use it defensively, knocking enemies away and widening the distance. But have you ever considered that if you had teammates capable of long-range attacks beside you, wouldn't this skill become an excellent support ability?"

"Besides knocking enemies away, have you ever thought about what would happen if you used Frosty Blade to launch a power-attack teammate forward?"

Ning Fengya was dumbfounded.

Using Frosty Blade to knock enemies away and protect teammates was easy enough for him to understand.

But... if the target became an ally, and he launched that ally into the enemy's backline... damn, this skill could be used like that?!

With Su Yuntian's encouragement, Ning Fengya suddenly felt as though the door to a new world had opened before him.

...Could the mutated Black Tower become a top-tier Weapon Martial Soul, no less formidable than the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?

Su Yuntian planted such a seed in Ning Fengya's heart.

The boy's gloom was gone, replaced by a burning passion within him.

When Su Yuntian left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengya stuffed a Mysterious Spirit Ganoderma into his hand.

"Xiaotian, this is a small token of my appreciation. Please take it."

Su Yuntian lowered his head to look at it, somewhat puzzled.

Mysterious Spirit Ganoderma, also known as purple ganoderma, had a mild and warming nature. It could strengthen one's foundation and was beneficial and harmless to the human body. High-grade purple ganoderma could even improve a Soul Master's physique and aid cultivation.

He just did not know what grade this purple ganoderma was.

Su Yuntian looked into Ning Fengya's sincere eyes, then raised his head to glance at the towering gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Shaking his head, he said, "Fengya, you should know that I serve the Crown Prince. I cannot join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You should keep this Mysterious Spirit Ganoderma for yourself."

What he meant was that Xue Qinghe might not necessarily be an ally of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and that he himself might one day become its enemy.

But Ning Fengya seemed unconcerned with the future. He merely gripped Su Yuntian's hand tightly and said, "In this world, you are my best friend. That is true today, and it will remain true for this lifetime!"

This time, Su Yuntian did not refuse.

He stored the Mysterious Spirit Ganoderma in the Gate of Babylon and waved farewell to Ning Fengya.

At this moment, inside a tower of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi sat in the main hall. Looking at his daughter eating pastries, he said, "Su Yuntian is about to leave. Aren't you going to see him off?"

Ning Rongrong's mouth was stuffed full. At once, she shook her head.

Ning Fengzhi seemed to ignore Ning Rongrong's reaction as he continued, "Your third brother likes him very much. He has already regarded Su Yuntian as a kindred spirit. That makes sense. Third has been questioned and looked down on by everyone all these years. Though he never says it, Father knows that he has suffered deeply."

"It would be good for them to be friends. If Su Yuntian truly became a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he and Third would have a difference in status, and it would instead be difficult for them to get along."

Ning Rongrong finally swallowed the food in her mouth and immediately began denouncing someone. "That guy is awful! Rongrong doesn't want to see him off!"