Cultivating the Dingyin Spirit Fire

Qilin Clan.

"Where on earth did that brat go? Why hasn't he returned after all this time?"

Madam Ye glared at Ye Zhentian, her face flushed with anger.

She had originally assumed her son would be away from home for three to five days at most.

But now, half a month had passed, and there wasn't the slightest sign of the brat returning. How could she not be anxious?

"I've already told you, the boy is at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; he's fine. When have you ever seen him shortchange himself?"

Ye Zhentian felt a headache coming on.

"You don't care about our son's cultivation at all!"

"You know perfectly well that his cultivation hit a snag, yet you offer no guidance and let him wander outside alone."

"So what if it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? It's still living under someone else's roof!"

The more Madam Ye spoke, the angrier she became.

In truth, she understood in her heart that her son's temperament was just like his father's—stubborn to a fault.

Once he decided on something, he would not easily change his mind.

Even if he had stayed within the clan, he wouldn't have followed the family's arrangements to absorb those three fixed spirit rings.

If the old fogies in the clan found out, their son would likely be subjected to clan discipline.

Yet, she simply couldn't suppress the fire in her heart.

Ye Zhentian also understood that his wife was merely worried about their son, so he could only stand there and take the scolding honestly.

"The brat is like me in one regard."

"He dares to think and dares to act."

"As his father, although I don't know what the future holds for him, I can still lend him a hand on his path forward."

"As long as it is something my son wants to do, no one can stop him."

At this point, a cold glint flashed in Ye Zhentian's eyes.

The clan was vast, and its various power structures were intricate and complex.

Ever since his son had been driven out, some people had been unable to suppress their petty schemes.

If those people dared to reach their claws toward his son...

He wouldn't mind chopping them off!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Mimicry Environment training grounds.

Ning Rongrong sighed helplessly; it seemed today would be another day of returning empty-handed.

Ever since Ye Ruilin agreed to become her study companion, he had buried himself in the Mimicry Environment.

More than ten days had passed, and there was no sign of him coming out.

"Rongrong, let's go treasure hunting."

Several girls of the same age chirped as they walked toward Ning Rongrong.

These people were all direct bloodlines of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the martial spirits they awakened were naturally all Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

For them, their favorite activity was using the resonance of their martial spirits to search for treasures.

Ning Rongrong's small face immediately lit up with joy.

Although her own martial spirit had not yet awakened, she still enjoyed such activities very much.

Inside the Lava Volcano.

Countless erupting magma flows rolled slowly, emitting a terrifying, high-temperature aura.

This was the Mimicry Environment that Ye Ruilin had specifically set up according to his martial spirit.

His Fire Qilin martial spirit appeared, seemingly very fond of this environment, and immediately began charging through the magma.

The terrifying, high-temperature magma splashed everywhere.

Ye Ruilin sat cross-legged and began to cultivate the Five Elements Technique, Primordial Art.

A surge of fire-attribute energy rapidly poured into his heart.

At this moment, Ye Ruilin could clearly feel a scorching energy pulsing within his heart.

A golden flame soon appeared in his palm, its temperature not inferior to this magma purgatory.

In this extremely suitable environment, Ye Ruilin's cultivation entered a frenzy.

With such abundant fire-attribute energy, he was fully capable of condensing the Dingyin Spirit Fire.

This was an innate flame that was completely repulsive to the Bingyang True Fire.

The Primordial Art channeled innate fire energy into his body, circulating through the twelve meridians to converge at his heart.

According to the twelve Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, all five elemental attributes possess both Yin and Yang aspects.

Ordinary innate fire energy contains both Yin and Yang attributes, yet it fails to reach a point of equilibrium.

This is precisely why the power of ordinary flames cannot compare to the spirit fire of a single attribute.

Ye Ruilin knew clearly that this was merely due to the imbalance of Yin and Yang within ordinary flames.

If the Yin and Yang of an ordinary flame were to reach equilibrium, it could transform into Innate Li Fire.

Innate Li Fire possesses both the scorching, violent nature of Yang fire and the lingering, insidious nature of Yin fire.

At this stage, Li Fire was still too far beyond his reach.

However, the Dingyin Spirit Fire was an absolute trump card for him, especially since his spiritual power was not yet strong at this stage.

Yin fire can incinerate a person's spiritual power, or even their soul; the victim's soul would be utterly destroyed while their physical body remained intact.

Immersed in his cultivation, he lost track of how much time had passed.

By circulating the twelve meridians in reverse, he finally managed to sense a trace of Yin fire energy.

A different kind of fiery aura seemed to have appeared in his heart, distinct from the scorching heat he had felt before.

He attempted to mobilize this faint wisp of fiery energy.

A cluster of pale blue flames quickly appeared in his palm.

The flame flickered as if it were incredibly fragile, yet it carried a hint of danger.

Ye Ruilin's expression relaxed, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Dingyin Spirit Fire; the difficulty of cultivating it is indeed much greater than the Bingyang True Fire."

He sighed with emotion.

Only then did he feel hunger in his stomach; he had apparently been cultivating for several days without sleep or food.

As soon as he stepped out of the Mimicry Environment, he saw the figure of Old Wu.

"Old Wu."

Ye Ruilin stepped forward.

"Young Master."

Old Wu walked over quickly, a smile appearing on his face.

Seeing the satisfied look on the Young Master's face, he suspected that this cultivation session had been fruitful.

As long as the Young Master was powerful, Old Wu was happy.

Although he never said it aloud, Old Wu believed that his Young Master was a genius.

One day, he would be able to prove through himself just how correct the path he had chosen was!

The Clan Leader and the others would eventually witness the Young Master's capabilities.

"Young Master, Sect Master Ning said that if you came out, you should go find him directly; he has something to give you."

Old Wu spoke, briefly explaining what had happened over the past few days.

Ye Ruilin nodded, pondering in his mind what Ning Fengzhi could possibly have for him.

The Gold Soul Coin and the spatial Soul Tool that had been promised were already given to him on the day he agreed to the arrangement.

Unable to figure it out, he decided not to overthink it and went directly to find him.

On the other side, At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was watching Ning Rongrong with extreme nervousness, his eyes not blinking even once.

Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo were equally tense.

Ning Rongrong closed her eyes to awaken her martial soul.

Following the guidance of her soul power, a small Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda immediately appeared in the palm of Ning Rongrong's hand.

Ning Fengzhi immediately had Ning Rongrong test her Innate Soul Power.

As the Innate Soul Power manifested, expressions of joy appeared on the faces of all three men.

"Level Nine."

"Fengzhi, Rongrong's talent is not the least bit inferior to yours."

Sword Douluo's face was full of smiles.

He had watched Ning Rongrong grow up since she was a child; he had no descendants of his own, so Ning Rongrong was effectively his junior.

Seeing his own junior possess such talent was truly heartening.

Ning Fengzhi was also deeply gratified.

As his daughter, it would not have mattered even if her talent had not been so outstanding.

The foundation of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was more than enough to ensure his daughter lived a happy, carefree life forever.

But who would ever complain about their own daughter being exceptionally gifted?

Ning Rongrong's small face was filled with a look of triumph.

"Daddy, do you think I'll become someone as powerful as Brother Ye?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi, her eyes full of hope.

This left Ning Fengzhi momentarily speechless...

My little princess! That is not how you make comparisons!!