Tang San's Calculations, Ning Rongrong's Little Thoughts

Tang Hao finally calmed down. After thinking it over carefully, he nodded repeatedly: "Right, right! Stability is paramount! It was this father who was too impulsive."

Tang Hao's eyes were filled with gratification. "My son has grown up; you consider things more thoroughly than your father."

"Father, there is one place that is crucial—an indispensable opportunity on my path to becoming a god," Tang San said with a grave tone.

"What place?" Tang Hao pressed.

"The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

Tang San's tone was steady as he continued, "There are many immortal herbs there. Not only can they lay the most solid foundation for me before I ascend to godhood, but they can also completely heal your injuries, allowing you to return to your peak and unleash your true full strength."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now!" Tang Hao stood up abruptly. The worn wooden chair was knocked backward, hitting the floor with a loud "clatter," his eyes filled with irrepressible excitement.

"Father."

Tang San pressed down on his arm. "That is Dugu Bo's territory. At this time, he should have already stepped into the realm of a Title Douluo. Going there now will likely not be easy."

"What is there to fear?" Tang Hao raised an eyebrow, a look of disdainful coldness appearing on his face.

"A mere Dugu Bo? I could hammer him away with a single blow!" In his eyes, aside from those few old monsters in Martial Soul Hall, there were very few soul masters in the world who could make him wary.

"Father, Dugu Bo is a master of poison, and his Jade Phosphorous Serpent venom is incredibly tyrannical," Tang San's eyes flickered.

"You are currently injured, and your internal soul power is in chaos; it is not advisable to clash with him head-on."

"I want to go to the Clear Sky Sect first and ask my uncle Tang Xiao to come out of seclusion and accompany us to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. If things go smoothly, we might even be able to subdue Dugu Bo and make him work for us."

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Little San, didn't you say we should proceed step by step? Why the sudden change of heart?"

"The immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well were something I obtained by chance in my past life, and Dugu Bo later became my close friend despite our age gap," Tang San explained.

"I am not changing the original trajectory; I am simply making it all happen sooner."

"The earlier I consume the immortal herbs, the greater the benefit to my foundation, and it will also allow you to recover sooner. This has only benefits and no drawbacks for our future path."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Fine, we shall do as you say."

"Also, Father," Tang San added, "Tomorrow is the day the people from Martial Soul Hall come to the village to awaken our martial souls. I want them to awaken mine."

"Absolutely not!" Tang Hao refused without a second thought, his face darkening.

"You have Twin Martial Souls, and one of them is the Clear Sky Hammer, with Innate Full Soul Power at level twenty. If that is exposed, those people from Martial Soul Hall will never let you go; they might even strike you down on the spot!"

"Father, rest assured, I have a way to suppress my soul power," Tang San said with confidence.

"I will only show them the Blue Silver King martial soul. They are short-sighted and will surely think it is just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass; they will never pay it any extra attention."

Having been a supreme God King, he understood the laws of cause and effect deeply. Some opportunities must be touched personally to ensure the path ahead remains smooth.

Missing this awakening might seem insignificant, but it could actually trigger a series of unpredictable variables.

The same applied to going to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well; it was something that had to be done.

Tang Hao stared at him for a long time. Seeing the determination in his eyes, not like a child at play, he finally sighed: "Very well, as long as you know what you are doing. Remember, be careful in all things. If anything goes wrong, your father will risk this life to keep you safe."

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stared in stunned silence at Ning Rongrong, who stood in the center.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floating above her palm shimmered with brilliant light, its nine levels clearly visible.

"Father, Bone Grandpa, Sword Grandpa, what I said is true. I really have been reborn," Ning Rongrong said, looking at their expressions and emphasizing her words seriously.

After a long while, Ning Fengzhi was the first to recover. He sat down slowly, his gaze falling on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, his tone tinged with emotion: "Although it sounds unbelievable, I believe you, Rongrong."

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is real, and the Innate Full Soul Power is also real. To awaken one's martial soul on one's own before the age of six—this has never happened in the history of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Chen Xin then spoke in admiration: "I never expected that our little princess would one day become a god. It seems the glory of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can continue for thousands of years more."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong and asked expectantly: "Rongrong, what happened to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the end? Did we become the number one sect in the world?"

A flash of complexity crossed Ning Rongrong's face, and she shook her head: "Father, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was later renamed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and it flourished for tens of thousands of years, its incense never dying out."

"But the number one sect in the world remained the Clear Sky Sect. After all, Third Brother is a God King, and his family is destined to be the strongest."

She deliberately avoided mentioning the catastrophe the sect suffered in her past life, and the ending where Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo died in battle.

Those pains—now that she had been reborn, they would not happen again. It was better left unsaid.

A flicker of understanding passed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he smiled with relief: "To endure for tens of thousands of years is already a blessing. The title of the world's number one sect is, after all, an ethereal thing."

"Rongrong, you said that Tang San could become a God King, then we..." A trace of killing intent suddenly flashed in Chen Xin's eyes, and the soul power around him condensed slightly.

"Sword Grandpa, please don't be like this," Ning Rongrong waved her hands hurriedly.

"My ability to become a god is inseparable from Third Brother's care. Although I have been reborn with the seed of a godhood and my potential is greater than in my past life, the path to godhood is fraught with danger. I still do not have absolute certainty; I need Third Brother's help."

She did not want anything to happen to Tang San. That boy who had left such a deep impression on her during her youth was an indispensable aid on her path to godhood.

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement: "Rongrong is right. She is an auxiliary-type soul master; the path to godhood is even more difficult for her than for a battle-type soul master. She does indeed need a powerful follower."

"That Tang San's potential to become a God King is beyond doubt. If we can befriend him, it will be of great benefit to both Rongrong and our sect."

Gu Rong rolled his eyes and said: "Then what are we waiting for? I'll go grab that brat right now and make him Rongrong's attendant; I guarantee he'll be obedient."

"Bone Grandpa, absolutely not!" Ning Rongrong quickly stopped him. "I know Third Brother; he has a stubborn nature and never bows to anyone. If you do that, it will only be counterproductive and push him further away."

Chen Xin furrowed his brows: "Then what should we do? That is someone capable of becoming a God King; if someone else were to get there first, wouldn't that be a pity?"

Ning Rongrong smiled slyly and said: "After Third Brother awakens his Martial Soul, he will go to Notting Academy in Notting City to study. We only need to..."

Upon hearing this, a flash of brilliance sparked in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he laughed: "A brilliant idea! Rongrong."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance and also revealed smiles.

The killing intent in Sword Douluo's eyes dissipated, replaced by a hint of anticipation.