When Ning Fengzhi mentioned Spirit Bones, Ning Rongrong pouted.
Over the past few years, Ning Fengzhi had become somewhat obsessed with Spirit Bones.
"Of course it's not a Spirit Bone. It's something even more precious. Dad, look."
Ning Rongrong summoned her Martial Soul, and Ning Fengzhi was initially confused.
"Rongrong, why did you summon your Martial Soul? What do you want me to see?"
"Dad, count them. How many levels does my pagoda have?"
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi instantly realized what she meant and fixed his gaze on Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine! Nine levels!
Rongrong, your Martial Soul has evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"That's right. Teacher gave me a flower called Aromatic Silk Beauty. After taking it, not only did my Martial Soul evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but my Soul Power Level also rose to Level 38."
"Hahaha, hahaha, wonderful! This is truly wonderful! The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has long desired has finally appeared.
My choice back then was not wrong. Following His Highness the Saint Son was the wisest decision I ever made.
Rongrong, let me tell you... if you can bear His Highness the Saint Son a child who inherits the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, then the status of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—no, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—will be completely secure."
"Dad, what are you talking about? He's my Teacher."
Ning Rongrong's face turned bright red. She recalled the bold things her yin half had done after the Tiger Talisman split her into yin and yang.
"Hehe, Rongrong, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Don't you like His Highness the Saint Son?
His Highness the Saint Son