Douluo: So You're the One Called the Theory Master? Part 3

Some people also greeted Ning Qinghe.

Perhaps they wanted to see Ning Qinghe's limits and confidence, or perhaps it was because Ning Fengzhi clearly had not given up on him.

There had originally been quite a crowd, but now, aside from Ning Fengzhi and the other two, only the people Ning Qinghe had brought remained by his side.

Ning Fengzhi took the booklet and quickly looked through it. He did not dismiss it simply because Ning Qinghe was a child.

On the contrary, he took it very seriously, especially since Ning Qinghe had already read through nearly all of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's books on medicine, human anatomy, Martial Souls, and herbs, and had displayed a photographic memory.

Along with the Whale Rubber he had developed before, they were still researching products that could enhance its effects while reducing its side effects.

How could he possibly take it lightly?

"Qinghe, what is this?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the small booklet. Chen Xin kept sneaking glances at it, while Gu Rong could no longer sit still and asked directly.

"The theory of Martial Soul Evolution and the theory of breaking through limits."

"Originally, I wanted to try breaking the limits of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and allowing it to continue evolving. Now, there are merely a few more issues to address."

Ning Qinghe looked at Gu Rong. What he wanted to do could not be accomplished without the support of these people.

After all, without a system, these people were the only cheat he had.

He had no intention of relying on others' affection and becoming useless.

Having come to this world, how could he be content without doing everything possible to become strong?

"Martial Soul Evolution..."

Gu Rong wanted to say that it was nowhere near that simple.

But he did not say it.

It was not as if no one in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had tried before, but every evolution had been accidental and impossible to replicate.

"So this is what you've been working on lately."

"No wonder Whale Rubber wasn't enough for you. You also wanted to keep strengthening your body."

"How many years old a Spirit Ring do you intend to absorb for your first one?"

Looking at the pages of data and theoretical deductions, from the requirements for Martial Soul Evolution to ways of fulfilling those requirements, Ning Fengzhi had no idea how his son's brain worked.

Normally, everyone cultivated as quickly as possible, then went out to capture Spirit Beasts and advance once their Soul Power reached the required level. If they could catch a stronger one, they did; if not, they settled for a weaker one.

But this youngest son of his seemed obsessive, pursuing limits beyond limits—and not merely ordinary ones.

"Originally, if my talent proved decent enough, I believed a thousand-year Spirit Ring could lay the foundation and perhaps allow me to break through the limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in the future."

"But now, I estimate I'll need to spend more time cultivating. Two thousand years, or more..."

"If a thousand-year Spirit Ring isn't enough, then two thousand, three thousand. If I can't reach Soul Power Rank Ten by age ten, then I'll do it by twenty. I must break through these so-called limits from the very beginning."

Ning Qinghe immediately gave his answer, utterly confident, as though he had planned it long ago.

His words made quite a few guards feel that he had gone mad.

Even Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched.

A thousand years? Three thousand years?

"You really dare to speak of a three-thousand-year Spirit Ring."

"Do you know what the current theoretical limit for a first Spirit Ring is on the continent?"

Ning Fengzhi did not even know what to say.

His youngest son was not someone who knew nothing.

"At present, the major powers believe it is around four hundred years, but I don't think that is correct."

Ning Qinghe was disdainful of that theoretical limit.

Every major power had done some research, and four hundred years was more or less the common conclusion.

The main issue, in his view, was age and talent. Talented children gained Soul Power at the age of six, while those with poor talent were discarded early on.

Naturally, no one cared what they obtained. Most did not even have anyone to help them hunt Spirit Rings, much less absorb limit-pushing Spirit Beasts. They could only take Spirit Rings that were one or two hundred years old, or even ten-year Spirit Rings.

The major powers were all much the same. They only cared about Martial Souls and Soul Power. If they discovered a genius, they nurtured the genius.

As for ordinary Martial Souls?

If you weren't a genius, there were plenty of geniuses in this world.

Since the limit for absorbing Spirit Rings depended on the body's limit, how could the limits of a six-year-old Innate Full Soul Power genius and an adult in his teens or even twenties, who had struggled and trained for years, possibly be the same at Soul Power Rank Ten?

With the support of various medicines, his claim of two-thousand- or three-thousand-year Spirit Ring limits was not empty talk.

And absorbing powerful Spirit Rings would produce large amounts of attribute essence and Soul Power. According to his deductions, that might allow the Martial Soul to evolve and increase the speed at which it absorbed Soul Power.

His words left Ning Fengzhi silent for a moment.

Ning Fengzhi had read quite a bit of Ning Qinghe's theories as well.

"What do you need right now?"

Ning Fengzhi lightly pinched the booklet in his hand as he asked.

"Money, people, medicine, Spirit Beasts, Spirit Bones. The more, the better. The higher-grade, the better."

"I need more experimental data and evidence."

Ning Qinghe made an extravagant demand, asking for everything outright.

"..."

"I understand. From now on, I will assign one Spirit Douluo, two Soul Saints, and ten Spirit Emperors to follow you. Tell them whatever Spirit Beasts you need. If that still isn't enough, ask your two grandfathers to step in."

"As for people, once you decide what sort you need, I'll give you access to the sect's talent pool. Choose for yourself."

"For everything else, some of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's channels will be opened to you. Handle it yourself. I'll give you money, and if there is anything you can't handle, come find me."

Although this made Ning Fengzhi's heart ache, he still did not refuse.

On one hand, Ning Qinghe was his beloved youngest son.

On the other, these theories truly were extraordinary and needed to be verified. If they could really be realized, then their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda might truly become a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Their former practice of having children absorb Spirit Rings too early had been wrong.

Of course, he was not giving him absolutely everything, but support was certain.

"Kid, if you need anything, tell me in advance. I'll make time for you."

"I hope you don't turn out like that fellow from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Chen Xin spoke up from behind Ning Fengzhi.

"Grandpa Gu is the same."

Gu Rong also spoke from behind him.

"Thank you, Father. Thank you, Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa."

Their words dispelled Ning Qinghe's earlier worries.

If it was only his Martial Soul that had problems, that would merely be a little hardship.

But if even the sect abandoned him, it would be adding insult to injury.

Then he would have no choice but to leave and seek his chances among other major powers.

Researching these things required resources, whether money, force, or authority.

Ning Qinghe was in a good mood, and so were the people following behind him. What had happened today had truly been frightening.

Following the future young sect master had originally been a good post, but if something happened to him, something might happen to them as well.

Now that he had not been abandoned and had even received greater support, this was a good thing.

Ning Fengzhi took out his gold card. It contained quite a lot of Gold Soul Coins—more than six million. It was enough to make even a Titled Douluo take notice.

He handed it directly to Ning Qinghe.

"Hold onto it properly. Don't let anything happen."

"And what is going on with Yi Shan? Did he get into another fight? Why has he come along with you?"

After finishing with his precious son's matters, Ning Fengzhi finally had the leisure to look at Ning Yishan beside him.

Ning Yishan was not from Ning Fengzhi's branch of the family. He should have been a junior from Second Elder's branch, though his talent was poor as well.

He had Innate Soul Power of Rank Three, and his Martial Soul was not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Coupled with his poor temperament and somewhat withdrawn nature, he had little popularity. Now in his teens, he had only reached Soul Power Rank Ten.

"Sect Master, sir..."

Hearing the sect master mention him, Ning Yishan became so nervous that he could barely speak.

For a teenager in his teens to face the leader of one of the Upper Three Sects, this was actually normal.

Although they were related, Ning Yishan had hardly met Ning Fengzhi more than a few times.