Qilin Clan.
"Where exactly did that brat go? Why hadn't he come back after so long?"
Madam Ye glared furiously at Ye Zhentian.
She had originally thought her son would be gone for no more than three to five days.
But half a month had already passed, and there was still no sign of that brat returning. How could she not be worried?
"I already told you, the boy is at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He'll be fine. When have you ever seen him let himself suffer?"
Ye Zhentian had a headache.
"You don't care about our son's cultivation at all!"
"You knew something had gone wrong with his cultivation, yet you didn't guide him. You even let him wander outside all by himself."
"So what if it's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? He's still living under someone else's roof!"
The more Madam Ye spoke, the angrier she became.
In truth, she understood it all in her heart. Her son had inherited his father's temperament—stubborn to the bone.
Once he decided on something, he would not easily change his mind.
Even if he had remained in the clan, he would never have followed the clan's arrangements and absorbed those three predetermined soul rings.
If those old fogies in the clan found out, her son might very well have been punished under clan law.
But she simply could not suppress the fire in her heart.
Ye Zhentian understood as well. His wife was worried about their son, so he could only obediently endure her scolding.
"That brat does take after me in one respect."
"He dares to think, and he dares to act."
"As his father, I may not know what his future path will be, but I can still lend him a hand as he moves forward."
"As long as my son wants to do something, no one can stop him."
As he spoke, a cold gleam flashed through Ye Zhentian's eyes.
The clan was enormous, and its various factions were intricately entangled.
Ever since his son had been driven out, some people had already begun to reveal their petty ambitions.
If those people dared to reach their claws toward his son...
He would not mind chopping them off while he was at it!
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Mimicry environment training grounds.
Ning Rongrong sighed helplessly. It seemed today would be another fruitless day.
Ever since Ye Ruilin had agreed to become her study companion, he had plunged headfirst into the mimicry training grounds.
More than ten days had passed already, yet there was no sign of him coming out.
"Rongrong, let's go treasure hunting."
Several girls around her age chattered as they approached Ning Rongrong.
They were all direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and their Martial Souls were naturally all Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas.
Their favorite activity was using their Martial Souls' perception to search for treasures.
Ning Rongrong's little face immediately brightened with delight.
Although her Martial Soul had not yet awakened, she still loved this sort of activity.
Inside the lava volcano.
Countless surging streams of lava rolled slowly, radiating a terrifyingly scorching aura.
This was the mimicry environment Ye Ruilin had specifically designed according to his Martial Soul.
The Fire Qilin Martial Soul appeared and seemed to love the environment. It immediately charged wildly through the lava.
The terrifying molten lava instantly splashed through the air in every direction.
Ye Ruilin sat cross-legged and began cultivating the Five Elements Technique, the Primordial Art.
A stream of fire-element energy rapidly poured into his heart.
At that moment, Ye Ruilin could clearly feel a scorching energy throbbing within his heart.
A ball of golden flame soon appeared in his palm, its temperature no less intense than this lava hell.
Within this exceptionally suitable environment, Ye Ruilin's cultivation also became frenzied.
With such abundant fire-element energy, he could completely condense the Dingyin Spirit Fire.
It was an innate flame completely opposed to the Bingyang True Fire.
The Primordial Art cultivated innate fire energy into the body, circulating it through twelve cycles before gathering it in the heart.
According to the twelve Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, all Five Elements attributes possessed a yin and yang distinction.
Ordinary innate fire-element energy possessed both yin and yang attributes, but they had not reached a point of equilibrium.
As a result, ordinary flames were far less powerful than spirit fires of a single attribute.
Ye Ruilin clearly understood that this was merely because the yin and yang balance of ordinary flames was unstable.
If the yin and yang of an ordinary flame reached equilibrium, it could transform into Innate Li Fire.
Innate Li Fire possessed both the blazing ferocity of yang fire and the lingering, mysterious nature of yin fire.
At his current stage, Li Fire was still far beyond his reach.
But the Dingyin Spirit Fire was undoubtedly a powerful trump card for him, whose spiritual power was not yet strong.
Yin fire could burn a person's spiritual power, even their soul. Those burned by it would have their souls destroyed while their physical bodies remained intact.
Immersed in cultivation, he did not know how much time had passed.
By circulating through the twelve cycles in reverse, he finally sensed a trace of yin fire.
There seemed to be another kind of flame aura within his heart, different from the previous blazing heat.
He tried to move this faint flame aura.
A pale blue flame soon appeared in his palm.
The flickering flame seemed fragile beyond measure, yet it carried a hint of danger.
Ye Ruilin relaxed, and a trace of ease appeared on his face.
"The Dingyin Spirit Fire truly is much harder to cultivate than the Bingyang True Fire."
After sighing over it for a moment.
He finally felt the hunger in his stomach. It seemed he had cultivated for several days and nights without rest.
The moment he stepped out of the mimicry environment, he saw Old Wu.
"Old Wu."
Ye Ruilin walked forward a few steps.
"Young Master."
Old Wu hurried over, a faint smile on his face.
Seeing the satisfied look on the Young Master's face, this cultivation session had likely brought him some gains.
As long as the Young Master grew stronger, Old Wu was happy.
Though he never said it aloud, Old Wu believed his Young Master was a genius.
One day, he would prove through himself just how correct the path he had chosen was!
One day, the clan leader and the others would witness the Young Master's ability.
"Young Master, Sect Master Ning said that if you came out, you could go find him directly. He has something to give you."
Old Wu spoke and briefly explained what had happened over the past few days.
Ye Ruilin nodded, wondering what Ning Fengzhi could have to give him.
The Gold Soul Coins and spatial Soul Tool Ning Fengzhi had promised him had already been handed over on the day he agreed.
Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it and went straight to see him.
Meanwhile,
Ning Fengzhi was staring at Ning Rongrong with extreme tension, not even blinking.
Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo were equally nervous.
Ning Rongrong had her eyes closed as she awakened her Martial Soul.
Guided by Soul Power, a delicate Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda immediately appeared in Ning Rongrong's palm.
Ning Fengzhi immediately had Ning Rongrong test her Innate Soul Power.
As her Innate Soul Power manifested, joy appeared on all three of their faces.
"Level nine."
"Fengzhi, Rongrong's talent is no less outstanding than yours."
Sword Douluo's face was full of smiles.
He had watched Ning Rongrong grow up. He had no descendants of his own, so Ning Rongrong was practically his own junior.
Seeing his junior possess such talent truly made him happy.
Ning Fengzhi was also deeply gratified.
As Ning Fengzhi's daughter, it would have been fine even if her talent had not been so remarkable.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had enough resources to let his daughter grow up happily for a lifetime.
But who would ever complain that their own daughter was too talented?
Ning Rongrong's little face was filled with pride.
"Dad, do you think I can become someone as amazing as Brother Ye?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with hopeful eyes.
Ning Fengzhi immediately fell silent...
My little princess! That's not how comparisons work!
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