Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Blazing Apricot Delicate Herb

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would become history, replaced by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The world's number one auxiliary-type martial soul, now beyond all comparison.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze suddenly went vacant, his mouth agape as he muttered, "This... this is..."

Hearing his voice, everyone turned to look in the direction of his gaze.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul manifested on its own, hovering in mid-air and rotating slowly. The pagoda body trembled violently, as if something from within was trying to burst it open.

The rosy light of the original seven-storied pagoda surged, and a golden phantom of a tulip bloomed behind her, reflecting the brilliance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The top of the pagoda struggled to rise amidst the light, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil to overcome every obstacle.

Under the shocked gazes of the group, the eighth and ninth stories of the pagoda were squeezed out, and the surrounding rosy light rushed in to fill them, causing these two new levels to gradually solidify.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was gone, replaced by a nine-storied structure. Each level was more radiant than before, and a golden tassel—the mark left by the Tulip of Romance—now adorned the spire.

"One, two... seven, eight! Nine!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he counted on his fingers, his face flushed with excitement, his body swaying uncontrollably.

Gu Rong nudged Chen Xin's shoulder with a strange smile, "Doesn't that mean Rongrong's martial soul should be called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Chen Xin nodded in gratification.

As the martial soul finished its evolution, the soul power within Ning Rongrong's body surged through her meridians like a floodgate opening, her soul power rank jumping wildly.

Han Yu's eyelid twitched violently; this was no different from riding a rocket.

"That's great, Han Yu! My soul power has reached level thirty! Just like yours!" Joy filled Ning Rongrong's eyes as she laughed and ran toward Han Yu.

She brushed past an empty-nested elder who had already extended his arms in preparation for a hug, crashing instead into Han Yu's chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his sturdy back.

A dangerous glint appeared in the corner of Gu Rong's eye; he narrowed his gaze and stared fixedly at Han Yu, his expression extremely displeased.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a look, smiling without a word.

"Take a look at your martial soul," Han Yu said with a smile.

"Ah, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, why has it become nine stories?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise.

Gu Rong seized the opportunity to lean in, "Rongrong, you should call it the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda now. Becoming nine stories naturally means you can cultivate all the way to a Titled Douluo."

Ning Rongrong froze in place upon hearing this, then her face transformed into one of pure joy. She held her martial soul high, hopping and skipping as she circled around Han Yu.

Her martial soul had evolved. The restriction that had kept her stuck at level seventy-nine was gone. She would no longer fall behind Han Yu's pace; she finally had the confidence to follow closely by his side.

"Haha, this is the first time I've seen our Rongrong so happy," Ning Fengzhi teased with a doting smile.

Ning Rongrong looked back and realized everyone was watching her and Han Yu. A crimson flush instantly crept up her neck, and she hurriedly lowered her head, hiding behind Ning Fengzhi and poking her father's spine with her finger.

Chen Xin asked, "By the way, Han Yu, do you have a spirit herb in mind?"

Han Yu raised his hand and pointed to either side of the pool.

"Master, I intend to consume the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Blazing Apricot Delicate Herb."

Chen Xin frowned, asking in confusion, "Hm? Items of extreme heat and extreme cold—you intend to consume them together?"

"Yes. I read in an ancient text that if these two spirit herbs are consumed simultaneously, they will neutralize each other. By balancing the yin and yang, one can absorb the full medicinal power and significantly increase physical strength," Han Yu explained with a nod.

Chen Xin remained frowning, casting a doubtful look at Gu Rong.

Gu Rong was also a bit bewildered. While the concept of balancing yin and yang was common in herbalism, those were ordinary herbs; whether it applied to such rare spirit herbs remained unknown.

"Master, your disciple would not gamble with his own life," Han Yu replied with a slight smile and a firm tone.

"Very well. Be careful. If it proves impossible, do not force it. As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood," Chen Xin sighed, nodding in agreement, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yes, Master."

Han Yu nodded, flashed a confident smile at the group, and stepped toward the red and blue pool.

He hadn't felt much from a distance, but as he drew closer, he could finally sense the terrifying nature of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, the eighth and ninth levels of the pagoda squeezed their way out, and the surrounding rosy clouds rushed in eagerly, causing these two levels to gradually solidify.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished, replaced by a nine-story structure. Each level was more radiant than before, and the spire now featured a golden tassel—the mark left behind by the Tulip of Romance.

"One, two... seven, eight! Nine!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he counted on his fingers, his face flushed with excitement, his body swaying uncontrollably.

Gu Rong nudged Chen Xin's shoulder and gave a strange smile. "Doesn't that mean Rongrong's martial soul should be called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda now?"

Chen Xin nodded in gratification.

As the martial soul finished its evolution, the soul power within Ning Rongrong's body surged through her meridians like a floodgate opening, her soul power rank jumping frantically.

Han Yu's eyelid twitched wildly; how was this any different from riding a rocket?

"That's great, Han Yu! My soul power has reached level thirty! Just like you!" Joy filled Ning Rongrong's eyes as she laughed and ran toward Han Yu.

She brushed past an empty-nested old man who had already stretched out his arms in preparation for a hug, crashing instead into Han Yu's chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his sturdy back.

A dangerous glint appeared in the corner of Gu Rong's eye as he narrowed his gaze, staring fixedly at Han Yu with a look of extreme displeasure.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, smiling without a word.

"Take a look at your martial soul," Han Yu said with a smile.

"Ah, my Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, why has it turned into nine levels?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

Gu Rong seized the opportunity to lean in. "Rongrong, you should call it the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda now. Becoming nine levels naturally means you can cultivate all the way to Title Douluo."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong froze in place, then her face transformed into one of pure delight. She held her martial soul high, hopping and skipping as she circled around Han Yu.

Her martial soul had evolved. She was no longer restricted by the limit of being unable to advance past level seventy-nine. She would not fall behind Han Yu's pace; she now had the confidence to follow closely by his side.

"Haha, this is the first time I've seen our Rongrong so happy," Ning Fengzhi teased with a doting smile.

Ning Rongrong looked back and realized everyone was watching her and Han Yu. A crimson flush instantly crept up her neck, and she hurriedly lowered her head, hiding behind Ning Fengzhi and poking her father's spine with her finger.

Chen Xin asked, "By the way, Han Yu, do you have any immortal herbs in mind?"

Han Yu raised his hand and pointed toward both sides of the pool.