Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring! Whose young master is this?

"Thank you, little brother, for taking care of Rongrong these past few days," Ning Fengzhi said.

Ye Yuan put on a look of trepidation and replied, "How could that be?"

"Rongrong is clever and sharp; she actually helped me quite a bit."

Hearing Ye Yuan praise her, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel wonderful.

"Don't just sit there, let's go inside the house to talk."

"Then I thank you," Ye Yuan said, cupping his hands.

He then followed Ning Fengzhi into the interior of the main hall.

Ning Rongrong was just about to follow when she was pulled back by Gu Rong, who said, "Rongrong, we haven't seen you in so many days, come chat with me and that old fellow Chen Xin."

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to refuse, Ning Fengzhi spoke first: "Rongrong, you were out on your own for all these days, and your Sword Grandpa and Gu Grandpa have been fretting over you every single day."

"Just go keep them company for a while; leave little brother Ye Yuan to your father to look after."

"But..."

"Rongrong, your Sword Grandpa really hasn't chatted with you in a long time."

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment.

Then, casting a warning glance at Ning Fengzhi, she said, "Father, you must not bully Brother Ye."

"Hahaha, your father is, at the very least, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; how could I possibly bully your Brother Ye?"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong took Ning Rongrong away to play.

This was the unspoken understanding between them.

Sect affairs were handled by Ning Fengzhi, while Gu Rong and Chen Xin took no part in the management of the sect whatsoever.

The two of them were only responsible for intervening when the sect faced a crisis.

Ning Fengzhi and Ye Yuan arrived inside the hall.

"Please, sit," Ning Fengzhi said, gesturing toward a chair to the side.

"Thank you." Ye Yuan couldn't help but marvel at the financial power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Take the chair he was sitting on, for instance; he had been fortunate enough to see this exact model at an auction in the Star Luo Empire.

At the time, it had sold for the exorbitant price of 300,000 soul coins.

A fortune that an ordinary person couldn't earn in a lifetime was, here, merely a chair.

Ye Yuan felt he might need to change his cooperation model with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After all, his future enemies included the two great empires, Tang San, and the two God Kings in the heavens.

Relying on himself alone would not be enough.

"Little Ye, may I call you that?" Ning Fengzhi inquired.

"Of course you may; if anything, I'm the one getting the better end of the deal."

Ning Fengzhi carefully sized up Ye Yuan, thinking to himself, Not bad, he truly is a man of talent.

Neither servile nor overbearing, and his appearance is worthy of Rongrong.

It's just this strength of his...

Ning Fengzhi tapped the ground lightly with the cane he held in his hand.

In an instant, the soul power pressure belonging to a level 79 soul saint surged toward Ye Yuan.

This wave of soul power pressure was like the vast ocean, endless and surging.

Ye Yuan knew that this was Ning Fengzhi testing his strength.

He immediately released his martial soul, the Bloodthirsty Sword, to resist the pressure.

Under this soul power pressure, Ye Yuan appeared exceptionally relaxed.

Ning Fengzhi nodded; it seemed Ye Yuan's strength was indeed quite good.

He increased the pressure once more.

It felt as if a great mountain were pressing down on Ye Yuan's body.

A few beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ye Yuan gritted his teeth; he hadn't expected Ning Fengzhi, as a support soul master, to have such profound soul power.

He had assumed that Ning Fengzhi was, after all, just a support soul master.

No matter how strong his strength was, it would only be so much, but he hadn't expected it to be this powerful!

Ye Yuan had underestimated Ning Fengzhi.

Thinking about it, that made sense; after all, he was a level 79 soul master, and the gap in their strength was not just a little bit.

A white figure appeared in the corner of the room; it was none other than Chen Xin.

Ning Rongrong had just spoken to him about requesting a sword, and he had also guessed that Ning Fengzhi intended to test Ye Yuan, so he had asked Gu Rong to keep Ning Rongrong occupied.

He quietly retreated into the shadows to watch.

Ye Yuan was forced down onto one knee by the pressure, just as Ning Fengzhi was about to withdraw his aura.

Ye Yuan mobilized all his soul power, and two purple soul rings suddenly appeared.

"Two purple soul rings!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed in shock.

He had heard his daughter mention it before, but he had been somewhat skeptical.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally believed it completely.

Chen Xin thought to himself, The first and second soul rings are both thousand-year soul rings; this is simply unheard of!

One had to know that a soul master's physical constitution in the early stages was very ordinary.

For the first soul ring to be a thousand-year ring was simply an impossibility!

The level of a soul master's achievements was inextricably linked to the age of their early soul rings.

Therefore, throughout history, countless soul masters had tried every possible method to increase the age of their early soul rings.

But not a single one had succeeded.

This included the once-strongest expert of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu!

"Good, good, good!"

"Let me see where your limits lie."

Ning Fengzhi increased his soul power pressure once more, and Ye Yuan, who had just been about to stand up, was forced back down to his knees.

Cracks appeared on the ground.

Ye Yuan thought to himself, It seems I need to show some real strength.

The current Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had a close relationship with the Heaven Dou Empire royal family; one could say they belonged to the royal faction.

Trying to pull them over to the side of Martial Soul Hall would be fraught with difficulties.

Only by demonstrating his talent and strength right now would he have a chance to negotiate with Ning Fengzhi.

"Come on, I'll take this opportunity to fuse my third soul ring!"

In an instant, the sky above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was shrouded in dark clouds.

Thunder rumbled continuously, and the surrounding scenery gradually darkened.

The scene was as if the end of the world had arrived.

Just as Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were distracted, a black soul ring appeared above Ye Yuan.

"What is this?!" Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin cried out in alarm.

"This... this is a ten-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Is Ye Yuan trying to fuse a ten-thousand-year soul ring?"

"But he hasn't even killed a ten-thousand-year soul beast."

Chen Xin flashed over to Ning Fengzhi's side.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin with a questioning gaze, and Chen Xin gave him a look that said he didn't know either.

The black soul ring merged into Ye Yuan's body, beginning to fuse with him continuously.

The aura on Ye Yuan's body surged several times over in an instant.

His soul power skyrocketed.

Level twenty-one... level twenty-five... level thirty!

In less than a minute, he had jumped ten levels!

This soul ring was something he had obtained when he awakened the Candle Dragon Emperor, but he had never absorbed it until now.

Unlike soul rings dropped from killing soul beasts, this was a ten-thousand-year soul ring that manifested on its own when he awakened the Candle Dragon Emperor, and as Ye Yuan's strength increased, the age of this soul ring would also continue to rise.

It completely refreshed Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's understanding of the world.

They felt as if they were dreaming.

It was as if the person before them was not a human, but a monster!

"Ah!!!" Ye Yuan stood up with force, his posture tall and straight.

"This child is simply not of the mortal world; he looks like a celestial being descended from the heavens!"

"Only such a celestial being could accomplish this."

Even the well-informed Chen Xin could not help but sigh in admiration.

"This kid has quite a few secrets; which family does he come from?"

"Even the reclusive Clear Sky Sect could never cultivate such a genius!"

"It couldn't possibly be the offspring of a god, could it?"

Ning Fengzhi watched in a daze.

"Child, I apologize for my earlier offense."

Ning Fengzhi moved to withdraw his pressure.

"Bang!"

Ye Yuan knelt down once more, and Ning Fengzhi turned his head.

"Let me see just where this brat's limit truly lies!"

It was Chen Xin who had acted; this time, the soul power pressure was different from before.

This wave of pressure carried sharp sword intent and was powerful and unyielding.

It pressed down on him until he couldn't catch his breath.

Ye Yuan was in agony, screw your grandfather.

I could still handle Ning Fengzhi, but why are you, a Title Douluo, coming over to bully your Brother Yuan?!

This is truly f***ed up.

"Brat, if you don't bring out your full strength, you're going to die!"

"Let me see just how much of a genius you are to make our little princess like you so much!"

It would have been better if Chen Xin hadn't spoken, but with those words, the pressure released by Ning Fengzhi intensified even further.

"Damn it!"

Ye Yuan braced his hands against the ground, veins bulging.

Is there no justice left? You, a Title Douluo, bullying someone younger—don't you feel like you're losing face!?

"I originally wanted to keep this as a trump card, but it doesn't matter if I reveal it early now."

Golden light gradually began to emanate from Ye Yuan's eyes.

The area around the three of them was instantly swallowed by darkness.

A pair of massive golden lanterns suddenly appeared in their field of vision.

No, those weren't lanterns; they were a pair of eyes.

"It seems this brat is about to bring out his hidden ace."

"Just what kind of monster has our little Rongrong brought to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"