Ning Fengzhi's Resolve

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the sect master's residence.

By the time Ning Yang returned, it was already night. Sect Master Ning Fengzhi had just finished coaxing Ning Rongrong to sleep and was preparing to return to his own room.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Yang standing outside his door.

"Father."

"You're back. Good." Ning Fengzhi examined Ning Yang and felt that his appearance and bearing had changed somewhat. His attitude toward him also became much more pleased. "Go back and sleep for now. Your room has always been kept for you."

Ning Yang did not leave after hearing this. Instead, he continued looking at Ning Fengzhi and said,

"Father, what is the greatest dream of the members of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect throughout the generations?"

"To strengthen the sect, and to find a way to break through the Martial Soul Shackles."

Ning Fengzhi's expression remained as calm as ever, but the pleasure he had originally felt toward Ning Yang subtly changed.

If Ning Yang was only asking about this, Ning Fengzhi felt he needed to explain the concepts of sect honor and collectivism to him properly. These were things every member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to keep in mind.

"What should be done if someone breaks through the Martial Soul Shackles?"

"They would naturally be immediately designated as the next sect master, receive the reverence of the entire clan, and be free to use all resources."

Ning Fengzhi did not know why Ning Yang was asking this, but he still answered instinctively.

However, after he finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi seemed to realize something.

"Could it be that you..."

"That's right, Father. I did it."

Ning Yang summoned his Martial Soul. Two yellow Soul Rings pulsed beneath his feet, but that was not the important part.

Ning Fengzhi stared at Ning Yang's Martial Soul in disbelief. He could not believe that anyone could break through the Martial Soul Shackles, much less that this person was his son with the worst talent.

Still, he allowed himself to hope. After all, Ning Yang had never lied to him.

Ning Fengzhi immediately approached Ning Yang and stared at the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, counting its layers one by one.

"Nine layers..."

Ning Fengzhi's expression finally lost its usual composure. His shock was revealed without the slightest concealment.

"It really is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! It's real... It has appeared..."

After a surge of excitement, Ning Fengzhi's gaze grew heated. He gripped Ning Yang's shoulders tightly, and his voice rose with excitement.

"Son! How did you do it?"

"Lin Li helped me."

Under Ning Fengzhi's passionate gaze, Ning Yang then recounted every detail of how he had consumed the Immortal Herb.

"An Immortal Herb... There's actually such a treasure in this world!"

"Father, Immortal Herbs are gifts of heaven and earth. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find another one."

After Ning Yang finished speaking, he observed his father's expression. He knew that he was now unique.

Ning Fengzhi took a long time to calm down as thoughts arose one after another in his mind.

In the end, he made up his mind. He immediately called for a servant outside and had her notify Sword and Bone Douluo.

At the same time, Ning Fengzhi specifically instructed her not to let Sword and Bone Douluo disturb Ning Rongrong's sleep and to have only the two of them come over.

Before long, the two great Douluo arrived at Ning Fengzhi's residence, one riding his sword and the other tearing open space.

"Let's go in first."

The four of them entered the room and took their seats. Ning Fengzhi told Sword and Bone Douluo about Ning Yang's Martial Soul Evolution.

"This... Is it really true?"

Chen Xin's first reaction upon hearing this was disbelief. How could Martial Soul Evolution be so easy, especially for a Martial Soul as top-tier as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

Ning Yang then summoned his Martial Soul. Only after the two great Douluo carefully examined it did they believe him, and they simultaneously sucked in a cold breath.

They had never expected that there was truly a treasure in this world capable of evolving even a top-tier Martial Soul.

An Immortal Herb!

It truly seized the fortune of heaven and earth!

"So, Fengzhi, what are you planning to do?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong knew how important the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was to Ning Fengzhi. Since he had summoned him and Old Sword Man over in the middle of the night, he must have had some plan.

"First, I plan to officially appoint Ning Yang as the Sect Heir."

"What about Rongrong?"

Chen Xin immediately stood up. Before Ning Fengzhi could answer, Gu Rong spoke first.

"Old Sword Man, I think you've become muddle-headed. You know how exhausted Fengzhi usually is. What's so good about being the sect master?"

"If you ask me, as long as Rongrong can be happy, it's best for her not to become the sect master."

As Gu Rong spoke, his gaze fell on Ning Yang nearby. "Little Yang, Rongrong is your younger sister. You'll take good care of her, won't you?"

"Of course."

Ning Yang put on the same refined expression as his father, his tone firm.

"You see? Isn't that settled, then?"

Only then did Chen Xin sit back down.

Thinking about it carefully, there really was no problem. Ning Rongrong was not the sort who enjoyed learning to manage the sect anyway, so she could just continue having fun.

Seeing that the two men who doted on his daughter even more than he did had not objected, Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

He had genuinely been worried they might disagree, though the odds were not high.

"The second matter concerns Little Yang's friend, Lin Li."

At the mention of this person, Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions grew more serious.

They both knew that since Lin Li had given Ning Yang an Immortal Herb, he must have consumed one himself as well.

It was said that the boy's talent had already been terrifying to begin with. His Soul Rings had even been a thousand years old starting from his Second Soul Ring. He could be said to be even more astonishing than Tang Chen from the previous era.

Ning Fengzhi rose to his feet and said in an extremely resolute tone, "I've decided to personally go to Heaven Dou City and invite him to join our sect!"

"Father, he's my friend."

Ning Yang frowned. In his eyes, friends would naturally help each other when faced with trouble. Why bind him to a sect?

"You're still too young."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "He hasn't revealed how terrifying his talent is yet, but according to what you said, you plan to hold an Arena Tournament. Although this can indeed hone his combat ability, what happens once his talent is exposed?"

"He needs a backer capable of resisting risks, and our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can do exactly that."

Ning Yang did not refute him after hearing this, because the reasoning was sound.

However, based on his understanding of Lin Li, the latter would not choose to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. It was an instinct.

"Very well. Tomorrow, Uncle Sword and I will go to Heaven Dou City together."

Ning Fengzhi finalized the plan directly.

He then left, as the appointment of the Sect Heir needed to be settled as soon as possible.

From this moment onward, Ning Yang's safety would be the most important thing—more important even than his own cultivation level—because Ning Yang concerned whether the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could be passed down.

If the two great Douluo did not act according to their own wishes, Ning Fengzhi would even have wanted a Titled Douluo to protect Ning Yang.

"There's one more thing..."

Ning Fengzhi seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly returned and said to Ning Yang, "Little Yang, you need to hurry up and get married and have children. This is a sect mission."

Upon hearing this, the usually calm Ning Yang suddenly blushed.

His usually stern father was talking to him about this kind of thing... It was truly...

"I understand, Father."