Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi's Eagerness

A faint warm golden glow flickered across the Awakening Array.

At the center of the array, a glazed tile pagoda slowly appeared in Ning Rongrong's hand.

"As expected, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Those who knew Ning Rongrong's identity were not surprised by this result.

Ning Fengzhi let out a sigh of relief.

Even before Ning Rongrong underwent her Soul Awakening, he had entrusted the position of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's next Sect Master to her because of Pei An.

If Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul had not been the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, things would have become rather amusing.

It would have been difficult to justify the future Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not possessing the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Such a situation was entirely possible.

After all, a Martial Soul was not determined solely by one's father. One could just as easily inherit their mother's Martial Soul.

Well...

There was also the tiny possibility of a Martial Soul Mutation.

Fortunately, Rongrong had awakened the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"No, that's not right." Sword Douluo's voice rang out.

He stared at the glazed tile pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand, his voice seeming to contain suppressed excitement.

"Fengzhi, look carefully at Rongrong's Martial Soul."

"Look carefully? Isn't it just the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile—" Ning Fengzhi cast his gaze back toward the glazed tile pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand in confusion, but he could no longer finish his sentence.

His pupils suddenly contracted, as though he had discovered something unimaginable.

A trembling voice emerged from the mouth of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master, who had always been composed and calm.

"One layer, two layers..."

"Eight layers, nine layers!"

By the time he counted the final two layers, Ning Fengzhi's face had visibly reddened.

His capillaries had filled with blood from excessive excitement.

Ning Fengzhi's mind felt dizzy. He could not help rubbing his eyes, wondering whether he was hallucinating.

Sword Douluo Chenxin spoke to confirm it. "Fengzhi, it's real. It truly is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

As one of the two pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a true core figure, Sword Douluo naturally understood what the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda represented.

Though he was not as overwhelmed as Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin still could not hide his excitement.

The Bishop overseeing the awakening also realized this.

A nine-layered Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda—had this undergone a Martial Soul Mutation?

Pei An's calm voice pulled him from his confusion. "Record it. Ning Rongrong, Martial Soul: Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Continue with the Soul Power test."

Only then did the Bishop come back to his senses. He handed the Soul Power testing Crystal Ball to Ning Rongrong, his already respectful tone becoming even more deferential.

Although he did not understand the exact significance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda gaining two more layers, it clearly was not a harmful mutation.

The world's number one Support Type Martial Soul had undergone another Benign Mutation. Even before the Innate Soul Power test results emerged, he already knew that this disciple of the Pope possessed extraordinary talent.

The identity of the Pope's disciple alone was enough to earn his respect.

A Pope's disciple with exceptional talent carried even greater weight.

At the same time, Ning Fengzhi's attention shifted to Pei An.

Seeing his calm expression, as though he had expected this all along, a conjecture arose in Ning Fengzhi's heart.

Could Rongrong's Martial Soul becoming the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda have been this Pope's doing?

Did that mean this Pope possessed a method to evolve the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!

At this thought, Ning Fengzhi could not help feeling excited.

However, he was still the master of a sect and could not lose his composure over this.

Clearly, now was not the right time to ask. Ning Fengzhi could only suppress his emotions and turn his attention back to the Awakening Platform.

Ning Rongrong stretched out her little hand and placed it on the Soul Power testing Crystal Ball.

A dazzling radiance burst from the Crystal Ball.

"Innate Full Soul Power!"

Just as expected.

Seated in the viewing area, Pei An's lips curved upward slightly.

Ning Rongrong's talent had already been excellent. With the Aromatic Silk Beauty he had given her to improve her talent, Innate Full Soul Power was only natural.

And this was only the tip of the iceberg.

Once Ning Rongrong obtained her First Soul Ring, her Soul Power would most likely undergo another tremendous increase.

Perhaps she could even rise ten levels at once and become a Qian Renxue imitation with "Innate Level 20 Soul Power."

The medicinal potency of the Aromatic Silk Beauty would not be completely exhausted. Ning Rongrong's cultivation speed would continue improving at a rapid pace for quite some time.

After walking down from the awakening ceremony platform, Ning Rongrong clearly knew that the result of her Martial Soul awakening had been good. The unease on her little face had completely vanished.

She first shared the good news with her two older sisters, Qian Renxue and Dugu Yan. Once the others who had undergone Soul Awakening had all left, the little girl walked over to Pei An.

She tilted her little face slightly upward, her lively eyes glimmering with anticipation, like a kitten longing for praise from its owner.

Pei An rubbed her soft pink hair and praised her, "Very good. With the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Rongrong, you will surely become the exception who breaks the rule that descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cannot become Title Douluo."

"Hehe." Ning Rongrong scratched the back of her head. She was very happy to receive her Teacher's praise, but she did not become arrogant.

"It's still thanks to Teacher. If Teacher hadn't given Rongrong that thing to eat, Rongrong definitely wouldn't have achieved such a good result today."

Though Ning Rongrong was young, she was extremely clever and mischievous.

Moreover, after spending the past few years in Spirit Hall, she had learned quite a few things.

She knew very well that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had not seen a breakthrough for many years. The reason she had awakened the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda today must have been related to the Immortal Herb her Teacher had given her not long ago.

Thus, beyond her pride, Ning Rongrong felt even more gratitude toward Pei An.

Ning Fengzhi, who was approaching, happened to hear her words.

A strange light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he inwardly thought, Just as I suspected.

This Pope truly possessed a treasure capable of transforming the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Eagerness immediately surged within him.

Seeing the two approach, Ning Rongrong sweetly called out, "Father, Grandpa Jian."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin was nearly melted by Ning Rongrong's "Grandpa Jian," grinning foolishly.

"Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi responded to Ning Rongrong with a smile, but his gaze immediately shifted to Pei An.

Pei An saw through his thoughts at a glance and spoke directly. "Sect Master Ning is correct. Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is indeed related to me."

Ning Fengzhi's delighted expression had only just appeared when he heard Pei An continue.

"However, that treasure is already gone. The only one was given to Rongrong, so Sect Master Ning need not trouble himself further."

Although Ning Fengzhi knew that such a treasure must be exceedingly rare in the world, his obsession made him unwilling to give up so easily.

"Could the Pope tell me what it was? I would like to try."

Seeing this, Pei An did not say much. He merely nodded slightly. "Sect Master Ning may seek out Elder Ju. Tell him it concerns Rongrong, and he will understand."

"However, I would still advise Sect Master Ning not to hold too much hope."

"Thank you, Pope. I shall take my leave first." Having received his answer, Ning Fengzhi hurried toward Elder Hall.