Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda

Once Qian Qizhou's injuries had stabilized enough for him to endure the jolting journey, Guang Ling wasted no more time and took him away from that forest.

After a long and winding journey, they finally reached their destination—and Qian Qizhou couldn't help but freeze.

It was no ordinary place, but the wealthiest sect in the land, and one with a rather delicate relationship with Spirit Hall: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Inside the room, Ning Fengzhi sat beside the bed, dressed in white and as gentle as jade.

His long fingers rested lightly on Qian Qizhou's wrist as he carefully sent Soul Power into his body, examining him with great care.

The Sword and Bone Douluo stood silently to one side, watching the child lying on the bed.

After a long while, Ning Fengzhi slowly withdrew his hand. A trace of gravity and surprise crossed his refined face.

He turned to Guang Ling and said with some hesitation, "Your Holiness Guang Ling, forgive my bluntness."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell back on the unconscious Qian Qizhou, and his brows furrowed slightly. "This child's condition is extremely poor."

"These aren't ordinary injuries. His meridians are riddled with tiny cracks, on the verge of collapse."

"It doesn't seem to have been caused by a powerful external blow. It's more like..."

"An enormous, violent force far beyond what his body could withstand was forcibly poured into him, stretching him to the breaking point. Just a little more, and I fear he would have..."

Ning Fengzhi didn't finish, but his meaning was clear. A little more, and Qian Qizhou's meridians would have shattered completely, leaving him to explode and die.

At that, Guang Ling panicked and sprang up from his chair. "What do we do?"

Unless absolutely necessary, they wouldn't return to Spirit Hall, and Xiao Zhou didn't want to go back either.

And of the auxiliary-type Soul Masters he could reach right now, Ning Fengzhi was the strongest.

Chen Xin furrowed his brow slightly and glanced at the distraught Guang Ling. "Calm down. Let Fengzhi finish."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, signaling Guang Ling to be patient. Though his face was grave, he showed no sign of panic.

His gaze returned to Qian Qizhou, and he said solemnly, "The situation is indeed difficult, but there is still hope."

Besides, the energy in this child's body and his damaged meridians seemed to have already been forcibly suppressed and redirected. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lasted this long.

He drew a deep breath, his gaze growing intent. "Let me try first."

With that, Ning Fengzhi slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

A crystal-clear glazed pagoda glittering with seven-colored light appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating above his palm.

Seven Soul Rings of the finest configuration—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—lit up beneath his feet.

"Seven Treasures turn out, there is Glazed Light!"

As his words rang out, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda blazed with light. A gentle yet majestic pillar of seven-colored radiance poured down, enveloping the unconscious Qian Qizhou on the bed.

The seven-colored glow seeped slowly into his body. Wherever it passed, his damaged, charred meridians seemed to brim with vitality.

The tiny cracks mended at a pace almost too slow for the eye to catch, while the energy remaining in his body was further soothed and dispelled.

Under Ning Fengzhi's treatment, Qian Qizhou's brows, furrowed by pain, seemed to relax a little, and his breathing grew steadier.

Seeing Qian Qizhou's furrowed brow ease slightly and the unnatural flush on his face fade a little, Guang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After an unknown length of time, Qian Qizhou's eyelids fluttered a few times before he slowly opened his eyes.

His face was still pale, but his eyes had regained their clarity, no longer clouded and pained as before.

He turned his head slightly toward Ning Fengzhi, who was beside the bed, focused on controlling his Martial Soul. "Sorry for the trouble, Sect Master Ning. You've expended so much effort on my behalf."

"Think nothing of it. Your injuries haven't stabilized yet, so just rest and recover." Ning Fengzhi gave a slight nod, his voice as gentle as ever.

At that, Qian Qizhou lay back down and looked at Ning Fengzhi. "I feel like I'm mostly fine now. My body doesn't hurt anymore, either."

His meridians had healed. He only needed a few more days of rest to return to peak condition, and then he could go hunt for a Soul Ring.

"I'll remember that you saved my life today. If I get the chance, I'll repay you."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. Light flickered across his fingertips, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda dissolved into specks of radiance that sank into his body. The Soul Rings circling him faded away as well.

His breathing was steady, his mind clear, and his speech coherent. It seemed he truly was out of danger.

He didn't take credit for it, only saying gently, "It was a small favor. Don't dwell on it. Get some rest, and it's best not to use your Soul Power recklessly for the next few days."

With that, he looked toward the Sword and Bone Douluo. The three exchanged glances, then left the room together.

The door closed softly, and the room fell quiet again, with only the faint sound of wind outside the window.

Guang Ling plopped down beside the bed and stared intently at Qian Qizhou, as though he could somehow find a flower growing on his face.

He couldn't help reaching out to poke Qian Qizhou's still-colorless cheek. "You really are something..."

He clicked his tongue and marveled, baffled. "Where did that power come from? You nearly blew yourself up with it."

But come to think of it, hadn't Xiao Zhou received the attention of some deity and embarked on a path of inheritance?

Leaning against the soft pillow, Qian Qizhou listened to Guang Ling's muttering, full of concern and curiosity, and sighed helplessly.

He had already left Spirit Hall and seen Ei for himself. There didn't seem to be any point in keeping it secret anymore; it would only make them feel distant.

"Now that things have come to this, there's no reason to hide it from you."

"The reason I possess this kind of power, and the reason my Martial Soul underwent a change... is that, by sheer chance, I took a master."

Maybe Fate had favored him, letting him meet a master during his Martial Soul Awakening—one who was... stronger than he could ever have imagined?

But she did seem a little childish. The power Ei had left him was supposed to protect him, yet he had used it to vent his anger.

Guang Ling listened, rapt, filled with curiosity about the master Qian Qizhou had mentioned.

That day, all seven Enshrined had joined forces, yet she had subdued them with ease. Only a god could do something like that, right?

After all, the Great Enshrined was the Angel God's Great Enshrined. Even if he didn't call upon divine power, neither Tang Chen nor Bo Saixi could defeat him so easily.

But before he could press further, Qian Qizhou suddenly collapsed as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him, losing consciousness without warning.

"Xiao Zhou!"

Startled, Guang Ling reacted at once and caught him, preventing him from hitting anything.

He quickly laid him flat and urgently placed his fingers on Qian Qizhou's pulse, cautiously probing his body with Soul Power.

But the result left him stunned.

His pulse was steady and strong, and his injuries were slowly but steadily healing. There was no sign of any worsening at all; he didn't seem to have passed out because his injuries had flared up again.

Guang Ling tried gently patting his cheek and called softly, "Xiao Zhou?"