A Bet! If You Lose, I'll Treat You to Yogurt

"Wipe yourself off. If the students outside saw the dignified Pavilion Mistress like this, Moonlight Pavilion's reputation would truly be ruined."

Tang Yuehua said nothing. She merely grabbed the towel and vigorously wiped the traces from her face.

She scrubbed hard, as though trying to wipe away the humiliation along with them.

Only after her cheeks had been rubbed bright red and the stains in her hair had been meticulously cleaned away did she take a deep breath and force herself to regain some calm.

Ronan leaned against the broad desk, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then looked at Yue Hua.

"I've always had a question."

Ronan exhaled a smoke ring and suddenly broke the silence.

"With the foundation of your Clear Sky Sect, even if you had to pile up Heaven and Earth Treasures, you could still create a Soul Elder or Soul Ancestor."

"Why have you remained stuck at level nine until now? What exactly is wrong with your martial soul?"

At the mention of her martial soul, Tang Yuehua's hand paused slightly as she wiped her hair, and her expression instantly dimmed.

For anyone born into the world's number one sect, being unable to break through level ten for their entire life was an indescribable agony.

"My martial soul mutated."

Tang Yuehua set down the towel.

"It is called the Ruyi Ring, an exceptionally rare domain-type martial soul."

"It granted me an innate domain called the Noble Ring."

"A domain?"

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly.

On Douluo Continent, any martial soul that possessed a domain from the moment it awakened was among the finest of the finest, such as Spirit Hall's Six-Winged Angel.

Neither his Golden Sacred Dragon nor his Dark Demon Dragon came with a domain.

"Yes, a domain."

"But it is a cursed domain."

"While the Ruyi Ring gave me this domain, it also completely locked my Soul Power limit."

"No matter how I cultivate, my Soul Power can only ever remain at level nine. I cannot cross the threshold of level ten."

"Naturally, that means I cannot absorb a Spirit Ring and become a true Soul Master."

As she said this, a trace of despair flashed through Tang Yuehua's eyes.

"When my father was alive, he searched the world for renowned physicians and even spared no expense in drawing upon the sect's resources to find countless precious herbs that strengthened the foundation and replenished vitality."

"My eldest and second brothers also tried every possible method to help me break through this shackle, but none of it was of any use."

"That restraint was like a brand seared into the depths of my soul—unbreakable."

After hearing Tang Yuehua's account, Ronan fell silent.

He flicked away the ash as his mind began racing.

The mutation of the Ruyi Ring was, in truth, an extremely extreme form of energy conservation.

It had converted all the potential that should have been used to increase her Soul Power into that special domain.

To break the shackles caused by this mutation, ordinary herbs and external infusion were naturally useless.

He had to fundamentally reshape the origin of her martial soul and cleanse her marrow!

And on Douluo Continent, only one thing could accomplish that: Immortal Herbs!

Sunset Forest immediately appeared in Ronan's mind, along with the treasure ground occupied by Poison Douluo Dugu Bo: the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well!

Countless Immortal Herbs that could seize the very creation of heaven and earth grew there. For example, the Narcissus Jade Bone, which could strengthen one's foundation and transform one's body.

Or the Aromatic Silk Beauty, which could cleanse impurities and raise the quality of a martial soul.

As long as he could obtain one Immortal Herb suited to Tang Yuehua, it would definitely help her break through the level-nine shackles, reach level ten smoothly, and obtain her first Spirit Ring!

However, Dugu Bo had set up the Green Phosphorus Poison Array around the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, and Dugu Bo himself was a level ninety-one Titled Douluo.

With Ronan's current strength, a Soul Douluo was naturally no match for him, and he could even fight a Titled Douluo.

But he was dealing with Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. Dugu Bo was skilled with poison and equally vengeful.

If Ronan could not make him submit in one go, there would likely be plenty of trouble afterward.

"I must wait until I obtain my eighth Spirit Ring and advance to Soul Douluo before I can be absolutely certain of making a trip to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

Ronan silently calculated in his heart.

Once he possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, let alone Dugu Bo, even a Super Douluo above level ninety-five would be someone he could fight!

With that thought, Ronan stubbed out his cigarette, raised his head to look at Tang Yuehua, and curved his lips into a confident smile.

"Don't be so despairing. Just because your Clear Sky Sect can't solve something doesn't mean I can't."

"I should have a way to resolve the flaw in your martial soul, allowing you to break through level ten and become a true Soul Master."

Tang Yuehua froze for a moment upon hearing this. Then, undisguised contempt appeared on her cold and elegant face.

"Ronan, I admit that you are strong and extraordinarily talented. You can even intimidate the masses with the cultivation of a Soul Saint."

Tang Yuehua let out a cold laugh, her tone filled with pride.

"But you are far too arrogant! My Clear Sky Sect has been passed down for centuries, and its foundation is unfathomable."

"My father was a Titled Douluo above level ninety, and the sect has many elders as well."

"They exhausted the strength of the entire sect and spent more than ten years without solving this problem. What gives a wandering cultivator with no background like you the right to say that you can solve it?"

In Tang Yuehua's eyes, Ronan's words were nothing more than a ridiculous fantasy, baseless boasting meant to show off in front of her.

Seeing that Tang Yuehua did not believe him at all, Ronan did not get angry.

He crossed his arms and studied Tang Yuehua with interest, a sly gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Since you're so certain I can't solve it, how about we make a bet?" Ronan looked at her provocatively.

"A bet? On what?" Tang Yuehua frowned, a trace of vigilance rising in her heart.

Ronan's gaze fell once more upon Tang Yuehua's lush red lips, and his expression became somewhat teasing.

"Let's bet on whether I can help you break through the level-nine shackles and successfully absorb your first Spirit Ring within a year. If I win..."

Ronan paused, deliberately lowering his voice as he spoke with a wicked smile. "If I win, next time, you'll obediently open your mouth and let me treat you to yogurt. What do you say?"

When she heard the words "drink yogurt," Tang Yuehua froze at first.

Then she recalled the lewd things Ronan had done to her in the office earlier and instantly understood what those words meant.

"You... shameless!" Tang Yuehua trembled with rage, pointing at Ronan's nose as she cursed him.

"What? The dignified eldest daughter of the Clear Sky Sect doesn't even have this much courage? Or do you actually think deep down that I can cure you, so you're afraid of losing?"

Ronan directly used a provocation.

"Afraid of losing? What a joke!"

Tang Yuehua was angered by Ronan's attitude. She took a deep breath, suppressed the shame and indignation in her heart, and looked coldly at Ronan.

"Fine! I'll bet with you! But what if you lose?"

"If I lose, you can name any condition you want."