As soon as those words fell.
Dugu Yan nodded. A seven-level increase—the Immortal Herb's effects were still this good.
Ning Rongrong nodded heavily, her face full of disbelief.
"Yes! Brother Xiao Bai, what exactly was that thing you just gave me? How could it raise me so much all at once?!"
Liu Bai leaned off to the side and smiled.
"That thing is called an Immortal Herb."
"An Immortal Herb?"
Liu Bai nodded.
"Yanyan and Lingling have both taken them."
Dugu Yan crossed her arms and proudly raised her chin.
"That's why your sister is so strong."
Ning Rongrong blinked, looking at Dugu Yan and then Ye Lingling, before letting out a soft cry.
"Is that so?!"
"No wonder your cultivation speed is so outrageous..."
She lowered her head to look at her hands, then looked up at Liu Bai, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.
"How amazing... Hehe, thank you, Brother Xiao Bai!"
Liu Bai laughed and reached out to ruffle her soft hair.
"Don't thank me just yet."
"It's not over."
Ning Rongrong froze.
"Huh?"
Liu Bai gestured with his eyes.
"Summon your Martial Soul and take a look."
"That's the real surprise."
Ning Rongrong's heart jolted.
"Okay!"
She immediately stood up. The next moment—
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Dazzling light gathered in her palm, and a crystalline pagoda slowly emerged.
At first glance, it seemed no different.
The pagoda was still exquisite, its treasure light flowing.
But at that instant—
Ning Rongrong's pupils suddenly contracted.
Something was wrong!
As the owner of the Martial Soul, she noticed the anomaly immediately.
Her breathing quickened, and she began counting instinctively.
"One level..."
"Two levels..."
"Three levels..."
"Four, five, six..."
"Seven... eight..."
Her voice abruptly stopped.
"Nine levels!"
"It's nine levels!!"
Above the pagoda, all nine levels