Ning Fengzhi Is Shocked! The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! Lin Qiu's Terrifying Methods!

"Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were bloodshot, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Even with two Titled Douluo joining forces, they hadn't been able to save Rongrong.

And judging by Spirit Hall's ruthless, overbearing ways,

could Rongrong possibly come to any good in their hands?

That Lin Qiu had killed the Star Luo Prince without a second thought, blasting him to smithereens.

Rongrong... she'd probably already fallen victim to them!

"You... you devils!"

Pointing at the high platform, Ning Fengzhi cried out in anguish, "What have you done to Rongrong? If you dare hurt her, even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has to shed its last drop of blood, we'll take you down with us!"

Seeing this usually elegant and composed sect leader lose control like this, the representatives of the various powers around them couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, like a rabbit mourning a fox.

How tragic.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been utterly crushed today.

His daughter had been taken, her fate unknown.

The sect's two guardian deities had been trampled before everyone's eyes.

Was Spirit Hall really going to rule the world with an iron fist?

Lin Qiu watched Ning Fengzhi bawling his eyes out below and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Enough, enough. Quit wailing."

Lin Qiu dug at his ear. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I'd done something to you."

"Who said your daughter was dead?"

"Rongrong!"

Lin Qiu turned toward the Pope Palace and called, "Are you done eating? If you are, hurry up and come out. Your dad's out here mourning you like you're dead."

As soon as the words left his mouth,

the doors of the Pope Palace swung open.

A crisp, lilting voice rang out.

"Oh, don't rush me!"

"These fruits are so delicious! I haven't even finished chewing this one!"

A little girl in a light-green dress came bouncing out, as delicate and pretty as a porcelain doll.

She was still holding a golden fruit that gave off a rich, enticing fragrance. Juice clung to her mouth, and her cheeks were rosy. She looked healthier than ever.

It was Ning Rongrong, who had been missing for days.

"Dad? Sword Grandpa? Bone Grandpa?"

Seeing the sorry state of the plaza, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. "What happened to you? Are you playing some kind of game? Why are you all lying on the ground?"

Huh?

Ning Fengzhi's sobs stopped abruptly.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong ignored their injuries and stared fixedly at that familiar figure.

Rongrong?

She hadn't been tortured?

If anything... she looked like she'd put on a little weight?

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi trembled with excitement and wanted to rush over, but dared not move recklessly under Bibi Dong's watchful eye.

"Dad!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong waved excitedly. "Why did it take you so long to come get me? This place is amazing! Brother Lin Qiu has been so nice to me. He gave me tons and tons of delicious things to eat!"

As she spoke, she took another bite of the golden fruit in her hand.

A vast surge of life force poured out of the fruit. Just breathing it in made the people nearby feel invigorated.

"That's..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stared so hard his eyes nearly popped out. "That's... a Sacred Herb?! This girl is eating a Sacred Herb like it's a piece of fruit?"

Ning Fengzhi had also begun to realize something was wrong.

Rongrong's aura...

Why had it grown so powerful?

Right now...

The Soul Power radiating from Rongrong was even more powerful than that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor!

"Rongrong, your Soul Power..." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled.

"Hehe, look, Dad!"

Ning Rongrong proudly gobbled up the rest of the fruit, then dusted off her hands.

"I'm a level-forty Soul Ancestor now!"

Level forty!

A level-forty Soul Ancestor!

The entire crowd drew in a sharp breath.

How was this possible?

She'd already shattered the historical records of the Douluo Continent!

Even a genius with Innate Full Soul Power couldn't possibly reach this level at her age!

"That's not all."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, a mysterious smile on her face. "Brother Lin Qiu even helped evolve my Martial Soul!"

As she spoke, she held out her right palm, and light began to swirl above it.

A crystal-clear pagoda, glowing with nine-colored light, slowly appeared in her palm.

It was different from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda she'd had before.

This pagoda shone more brilliantly, and its aura was more sacred.

Most importantly,

it had more tiers.

One, two, three... seven, eight, nine!

Nine tiers!

It had nine tiers!

"The N-Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!"

Ning Fengzhi stood rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

He had dreamed of evolving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and breaking the sect's curse that prevented its members from surpassing level eighty.

He had spent his entire life searching for a way, yet had never managed to find one.

But now,

right before his eyes,

his daughter had actually done it!

"This... this is the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda..."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong forgot all about their injuries, their eyes brimming with fervor and shock.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..."

Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, then suddenly turned to look at Lin Qiu on the high platform.

If he had feared Lin Qiu before, if he had been wary of him,

now,

all that remained in his eyes was something called reverence.

This young man was not only terrifyingly powerful, with a divine weapon capable of crushing Titled Douluo.

He could even break the shackles of a Martial Soul and evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

It was nothing short of a miracle!

"Brother Lin Qiu says this is called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Ning Rongrong proudly held up the pagoda and spun around. "Amazing, right? I feel like I'm ridiculously powerful now!"

The crowd in the plaza had gone completely numb.

Everything that had happened today had repeatedly shaken their understanding of the world.

First, he'd killed a prince in a flash.

Then, he'd beaten Titled Douluo with a stick.

And now, he'd brought forth a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Where had this monster named Lin Qiu even come from?

Under the midday sun, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone more brightly than the sun itself.

It gleamed with the purest gemstone brilliance. Its nine tiers shimmered with dreamlike colors, and each one seemed to contain a fundamental truth of heaven and earth.

Ning Fengzhi stared dazedly at the pagoda in his daughter's hand, barely able to breathe.

A wish he'd held for decades.

An insurmountable chasm that every Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leader before him had failed to cross, even on their deathbeds.

At this very moment, it had been crossed as casually as stepping over a line.

And the reason was... just a fruit?

Ning Fengzhi abruptly turned and fixed his eyes on the lazy-looking young man not far away.

This boy named Lin Qiu had casually produced a stick and beaten two Titled Douluo until they questioned their entire lives.

And this same boy had casually produced a fruit and brought forth the first Soul Master in the history of the Douluo Continent to possess a Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

How could this boy be a devil?

He was a living god!

Ning Fengzhi was a clever man, and an exceptionally levelheaded sect leader.

In that instant, all the hatred, wariness, and fear in his mind were swept away by one thing: profit.

What did face matter?

What did dignity matter?

Before the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it was all worthless!