Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda

Once Qian Qizhou's condition had stabilized enough to endure the jolts of travel, Guang Ling wasted no time in whisking him away from that forest.

After a long and arduous journey, the destination they finally reached left Qian Qizhou stunned.

It was no ordinary place, but the wealthiest sect in the world, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, which held a rather delicate relationship with Spirit Hall!

Inside a room, Ning Fengzhi, dressed in white and as gentle as jade, sat by the bedside.

His slender fingers rested lightly on Qian Qizhou's wrist, carefully channeling his spirit power into the boy's body to conduct a thorough examination.

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

After a long while, Ning Fengzhi slowly withdrew his hand, his elegant face etched with a trace of gravity and surprise.

He turned to Guang Ling, who stood nearby, and said with some hesitation, "Your Excellency Guang Ling, forgive my bluntness."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell back upon the unconscious Qian Qizhou, his brows furrowed. "This child... his internal condition is dire."

"It is not a typical injury; his meridians are riddled with fine cracks, nearly to the point of total collapse."

"It does not look like the result of a heavy external blow, but rather..."

"As if he were forcibly infused with an immense, violent energy that far exceeded his body's limits, stretching him to this state. Any closer, and I fear he would have..."

Ning Fengzhi did not finish, but his meaning was clear: any closer, and the result would have been shattered meridians and a body torn apart from within.

Hearing this, Guang Ling grew anxious and bolted up from his chair. "Then what can be done?"

Unless absolutely necessary, they would not be returning to Spirit Hall, and Qian Qizhou had no desire to go back either.

And of all the support-type spirit masters he could find, Ning Fengzhi was currently the strongest.

Chen Xin frowned slightly, glanced at the agitated Guang Ling, and said in a deep voice, "Calm yourself and let Fengzhi finish."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, signaling for Guang Ling to be patient. Though his expression remained grave, he showed no signs of panic.

His gaze returned to Qian Qizhou as he said solemnly, "The situation is indeed tricky, but not without hope."

"However, the energy within this child and his damaged meridians seem to have been forcibly suppressed and guided; otherwise, he would not have held on this long."

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening with focus. "Let me try."

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

A crystal-clear pagoda, shimmering with seven-colored light, manifested out of thin air and began to rotate slowly above his palm.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven optimal spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

"Seven Treasures turn, glazed light!"

As his voice fell, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda erupted in brilliance, and a gentle yet magnificent seven-colored beam poured down, enveloping the unconscious Qian Qizhou.

The seven-colored light slowly seeped into his body, and wherever it passed, the damaged, charred meridians seemed to be infused with vibrant vitality.

The fine cracks began to mend at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the residual energy within his body was further pacified and neutralized.

Under Ning Fengzhi's treatment, Qian Qizhou's brows, previously furrowed in pain, seemed to relax slightly, and his breathing grew steadier.

Seeing those furrowed brows smooth out and the unnatural flush on Qian Qizhou's face fade, Guang Ling finally let out a sigh of relief.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Qizhou's eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Though his complexion remained pale, his eyes held a clear, sharp light, no longer clouded by the previous haze and agony.

He tilted his head slightly to look at Ning Fengzhi, who was still focused on controlling his spirit. "I have troubled Sect Master Ning with your efforts."

"Think nothing of it. Your injuries are not yet stable; just rest in peace," Ning Fengzhi replied, his tone as gentle as ever.

Hearing this, Qian Qizhou settled back against the pillows and said to Ning Fengzhi, "I feel much better; the pain in my body is gone."

The damage to his meridians had healed; he only needed a few more days of recovery to return to his peak state and set out to hunt for his spirit ring.

"I will keep this debt of gratitude in my heart. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will certainly repay you."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, a faint shimmer of light dancing at his fingertips as the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda dissolved into motes of light and vanished into his body, followed by the spirit rings surrounding him.

With his breath steady, his consciousness clear, and his speech coherent, it seemed he was indeed out of danger.

He did not claim credit, merely saying softly, "It was a small matter, do not dwell on it. Rest well, and it is best not to use your spirit power rashly for the next few days."

With that, he looked toward Sword and Bone Douluo, and the three of them exchanged a glance before exiting the room together.

The door closed softly, and the room returned to silence, save for the faint sound of wind outside the window.

Guang Ling plopped down onto the edge of the bed, staring intently at Qian Qizhou as if trying to read his very soul.

He couldn't help but reach out and poke Qian Qizhou's still-colorless cheek. "Just look at you..."

He clicked his tongue, sighing in bewilderment. "Where did that power come from? You actually managed to nearly blow yourself apart."

But in truth, it was likely that Xiao Zhou had caught the eye of some deity and begun the path of inheritance, right?

Leaning against the soft pillows, Qian Qizhou listened to Guang Ling's mutterings, which were filled with concern and curiosity, and sighed helplessly.

Having already left Spirit Hall and having met the existence of Ei, there seemed to be no need for further concealment, and it only served to create distance.

"Things have reached this point, so there's no reason to keep anything from you anymore."

"The reason I possess this power, and the reason my martial soul underwent such a mutation... is because, through a stroke of fortune, I became the disciple of a certain master."

Perhaps this was fate favoring him, allowing him to encounter a master... powerful beyond imagination at the very moment his martial soul awakened?

It was just that he seemed to possess a somewhat childish temperament; that power was meant to be left by Ei for his protection, yet he had used it to vent his frustrations.

Guang Ling was listening intently, his heart filled with curiosity regarding the master Qian Qizhou spoke of.

That day, the seven great elders had joined forces only to be easily suppressed by her; surely, only a god could achieve such a feat?

After all, the First Elder was the High Priest of the Angel God; even without invoking divine power, neither Tang Chen nor Bo Saixi could have defeated him so effortlessly.

But before he could continue his questioning, he saw Qian Qizhou collapse without warning, as if all the strength had been drained from his body, losing consciousness entirely.

"Xiao Zhou!"

Startled, he reacted with lightning speed, reaching out to catch him and prevent him from hitting the ground.

Guang Ling hurriedly laid him flat, his fingers anxiously pressing against his pulse as he carefully probed with his soul power.

However, the result left him stunned.

The pulse was steady and strong, and the injuries within his body were repairing themselves slowly and continuously; there were no signs of deterioration whatsoever, and it did not appear that he had fainted due to a relapse of his wounds.

Guang Ling tried patting his cheek gently, calling out in a low voice, "Xiao Zhou?"