The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would become history, replaced by the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
The greatest Auxiliary Martial Soul in the world, one that could never be surpassed.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze suddenly went blank. Mouth agape, he murmured, "Th-this is..."
Hearing him, everyone followed Ning Fengzhi's gaze.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul materialized in front of Ning Rongrong all on its own, hovering in midair as it slowly rotated. The tower trembled violently, as if something inside were about to burst out.
The rosy glow around its original seven stories surged abruptly. A golden tulip phantom blossomed behind her, its radiance mingling with that of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.
The topmost story struggled to rise amid the light, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil, surmounting every obstacle.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, an eighth and ninth story pushed into view. The surrounding rosy light poured into them, each layer growing gradually more solid.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished, replaced by a nine-story tower. Every story shone more brilliantly than before, and a golden tassel appeared at the tip—a mark left by the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
"One, two... seven, eight! Nine!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he counted on his fingers. His face was alight with excitement, and his body swayed without pause.
Gu Rong lightly bumped Chen Xin's shoulder and grinned oddly. "Doesn't that mean Rongrong's Martial Soul should be called the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
Chen Xin nodded in satisfaction.
As the Martial Soul finished evolving, the Soul Power in Ning Rongrong's body surged through her meridians like water released from a floodgate. Her Soul Power Level shot upward at a frantic pace.
Han Yu's eyelid twitched. How was this any different from riding a rocket?
"That's wonderful, Han Yu! My Soul Power has reached level thirty! Now I'm just like you!" Ning Rongrong's eyes brimmed with delight as she laughed and ran toward him.
She brushed past an old man whose arms were already spread, ready to welcome her into an embrace, then crashed into Han Yu's arms and wrapped them tightly around his broad back.
A dangerous glint flickered in Gu Rong's eyes. He narrowed them and stared fixedly at Han Yu, his expression deeply displeased.
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—how did it become nine stories tall?" Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise.
Gu Rong took the opportunity to come closer. "Rongrong, you should call it the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda now. With nine stories, that naturally means you can cultivate all the way to Titled Douluo."
Ning Rongrong froze at his words, then broke into a radiant smile. She lifted her Martial Soul high and hopped around Han Yu in delight.
Her Martial Soul had evolved. She was no longer limited to level seventy-nine, unable to advance any further. She wouldn't fall behind Han Yu now. At last, she had the confidence to keep close at his side.
"Haha, this is the first time I've ever seen our Rongrong this happy," Ning Fengzhi teased, wearing an indulgent smile.
Ning Rongrong glanced back and realized that everyone was watching her and Han Yu. A blush instantly crept up her neck. She hurriedly lowered her head and hid behind Ning Fengzhi, secretly poking her father in the spine with a finger.
Chen Xin asked, "By the way, Han Yu, are there any Immortal Herbs you have your eye on?"
Han Yu raised his hand and pointed to either side of the pool.
"Teacher, I'm planning to take the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and the Infernal Delicate Apricot."
Chen Xin furrowed his brow and asked in confusion, "Hmm? Those are extreme yang and extreme yin herbs. You're planning to take them together?"
"Yes. I read in another ancient text that if these two Immortal Herbs are taken at the same time, they'll counterbalance one another. By absorbing their medicinal power through the harmonization of yin and yang, I can greatly strengthen my body," Han Yu explained with a nod.
Chen Xin still frowned at that, turning a puzzled gaze toward Gu Rong.
Gu Rong was also a little baffled. Harmonizing yin and yang was a familiar concept in herbalism, but it usually applied to ordinary medicinal herbs. Whether it would work with such rare Immortal Herbs remained to be seen.
"Teacher, I wouldn't joke around with my life," Han Yu replied with a firm smile.
"All right. Be extra careful. If it proves impossible, don't push yourself. As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood." Chen Xin sighed and nodded in agreement, his eyes full of concern.
"Yes, Teacher."
Han Yu nodded, flashed the group a confident smile, and strode toward the pool, its waters divided between red and blue.
Earlier, he hadn't felt anything from a distance. Now that he'd drawn closer, he could feel the terrifying power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
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The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would become history, replaced by the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
The greatest Auxiliary Martial Soul in the world, one that could never be surpassed.
Ning Fengzhi's gaze suddenly went blank. Mouth agape, he murmured, "Th-this is..."
Hearing him, everyone followed Ning Fengzhi's gaze.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul materialized in front of Ning Rongrong all on its own, hovering in midair as it slowly rotated. The tower trembled violently, as if something inside were about to burst out.
The rosy glow around its original seven stories surged abruptly. A golden tulip phantom blossomed behind her, its radiance mingling with that of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.
The topmost story struggled to rise amid the light, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil, surmounting every obstacle.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, an eighth and ninth story pushed into view. The surrounding rosy light poured into them, each layer growing gradually more solid.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda vanished, replaced by a nine-story tower. Every story shone more brilliantly than before, and a golden tassel appeared at the tip—a mark left by the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
"One, two... seven, eight! Nine!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he counted on his fingers. His face was alight with excitement, and his body swayed without pause.
Gu Rong lightly bumped Chen Xin's shoulder and grinned oddly. "Doesn't that mean Rongrong's Martial Soul should be called the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
Chen Xin nodded in satisfaction.
As the Martial Soul finished evolving, the Soul Power in Ning Rongrong's body surged through her meridians like water released from a floodgate. Her Soul Power Level shot upward at a frantic pace.
Han Yu's eyelid twitched. How was this any different from riding a rocket?
"That's wonderful, Han Yu! My Soul Power has reached level thirty! Now I'm just like you!" Ning Rongrong's eyes brimmed with delight as she laughed and ran toward him.
She brushed past an old man whose arms were already spread, ready to welcome her into an embrace, then crashed into Han Yu's arms and wrapped them tightly around his broad back.
A dangerous glint flickered in Gu Rong's eyes. He narrowed them and stared fixedly at Han Yu, his expression deeply displeased.
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—how did it become nine stories tall?" Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise.
Gu Rong took the opportunity to come closer. "Rongrong, you should call it the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda now. With nine stories, that naturally means you can cultivate all the way to Titled Douluo."
Ning Rongrong froze at his words, then broke into a radiant smile. She lifted her Martial Soul high and hopped around Han Yu in delight.
Her Martial Soul had evolved. She was no longer limited to level seventy-nine, unable to advance any further. She wouldn't fall behind Han Yu now. At last, she had the confidence to keep close at his side.
"Haha, this is the first time I've ever seen our Rongrong this happy," Ning Fengzhi teased, wearing an indulgent smile.
Ning Rongrong glanced back and realized that everyone was watching her and Han Yu. A blush instantly crept up her neck. She hurriedly lowered her head and hid behind Ning Fengzhi, secretly poking her father in the spine with a finger.
Chen Xin asked, "By the way, Han Yu, are there any Immortal Herbs you have your eye on?"
Han Yu raised his hand and pointed to either side of the pool.