Correct Guidance-He Felt Capable Again

"Once you become a Title Douluo, you'll gain a greatly extended lifespan. By then, won't you be free to enjoy yourself however you want?"

As he spoke, Zhao Linchuan lowered his voice slightly before continuing in an earnest tone:

"But if you don't cultivate properly and miss your chance to advance to Title Douluo, your lifespan will only be a little over a hundred years at most."

"Do you want me to watch you grow old and die in my arms?"

"I..." Zhao Linchuan's sudden scolding was like a basin of cold water being poured over Ning Rongrong's head.

The light in her eyes instantly dimmed. Her lips turned down slightly, the smile on her face froze, then slowly faded away bit by bit.

She fell silent as the wind rustled through the willow branches.

In the distant fields, several sparrows hopped through the green grass, chirping noisily.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and looked at the wildflower by the tip of her shoe, speaking in a despondent voice:

"Linchuan, you might not know this."

"Our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul has a major flaw. We can never break through the seventh ring and become a Soul Douluo."

"No matter how gifted you are, no matter how high your Innate Soul Power is, you can only remain trapped at the peak of rank seventy-nine for your entire life, unable to advance even a step further."

Ning Rongrong slowly sat down on the ground, wrapped her arms around her knees, and curled into a ball like an injured little animal.

She tilted her head against her knees, her unfocused eyes staring at the ground. Green grass and brown earth reflected in her pupils, but she was not looking at anything.

"This is also one of the reasons I don't cultivate properly."

"Because no matter how hard I try, I'll only ever be stuck at rank seventy-nine. I can never take another step forward."

"In other words... Rongrong is destined not to stay by your side for very long."

Her voice grew softer and softer, like a spider's thread in the wind that could snap at any moment.

"Maybe in thirty or fifty years, Rongrong will become a white-haired old woman, covered in wrinkles, with all her teeth gone and needing a cane just to walk."

"While you... will still be in the prime of your youth, full of spirit, the most dazzling person in every crowd wherever you go."

At this point, Ning Rongrong suddenly gave a bitter laugh. Her lips pulled into a pained smile, and the corners of her eyes grew damp.

"But you don't need to worry."

"When that time comes, Rongrong will leave on her own. I won't make things difficult for you by making you face an old, faded woman."

"Rongrong."

Zhao Linchuan sat down beside Ning Rongrong, then gently patted her back as he asked softly:

"What if I could help you break through the limits of the Seven Treasures and allow you, like an ordinary Soul Master, to advance normally to Soul Douluo and even Title Douluo?"

"If that were possible, would you be willing to cultivate properly?"

"It's useless." Ning Rongrong smiled bitterly and shook her head, burying her face in her knees. Her muffled voice came from behind the fabric.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been passed down for countless years."

"During that time, our ancestors tried countless methods to help the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda break through its limits, but all of them ended in vain."

"What if I really do have a way?" Zhao Linchuan said earnestly, lightly patting her back. "Before this, had you ever seen a Soul Master with a thousand-year second ring and a ten-thousand-year third ring?"

"Have you ever seen a twelve-year-old Soul King?"

"Have you ever seen a healing-type Soul King defeat a battle-type Soul Sage in one move?"

"Mm..."

Upon hearing that, Ning Rongrong instinctively turned her head to look at Zhao Linchuan.

Those words were like a seed, quietly planted in the softest part of her heart.

That was right. A Soul Master with a thousand-year second ring, a ten-thousand-year third ring, and a Soul Power Level already at Soul King by the age of twelve might... might really have a way.

"You... really have a way?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and asked doubtfully.

"Of course. I have absolute confidence that I can help you break through the limits of the Seven Treasures."

As he spoke, Zhao Linchuan took a jade box from his Soul Tool.

Holding the jade box in both hands, he gently placed it on the grass between them, then slowly opened it.

The instant the lid was lifted, a rich yet elegant fragrance wafted out, spreading through the air for more than ten meters around them and refreshing everyone's mind.

Inside the jade box lay a tulip, a tulip far fuller, more magnificent, and much larger than an ordinary one.

Its petals overlapped in layers, covered in fine golden patterns. Its stamen was orange-red, and its poised, elegant appearance was exceptionally strange.

"Wow, what a beautiful tulip."

A genuine smile finally appeared on Ning Rongrong's face. Her eyes lit up, the golden flower reflected in her pupils.

"This tulip is more beautiful than every tulip I've ever seen in my life!"

"This is a one-of-a-kind treasure. I'm giving it to you." Zhao Linchuan explained in a gentle, calm voice. "This flower is called the Aromatic Silk Beauty. It can improve cultivation aptitude and enhance the quality of one's Martial Soul."

"The reason Xiao Wu and I cultivate so quickly is precisely because we consumed medicinal herbs similar to it."

"By my estimate, once you finish refining it, not only will you break the limits of your Martial Soul, but your Soul Power Level will also improve considerably."

"Really?" Ning Rongrong cautiously reached out and held the Aromatic Silk Beauty in her hands. "Just this one tulip?"

"You'll know once you try it." Zhao Linchuan said warmly. "Hold the stamen close to your mouth and nose, then gently inhale the herb's essence."

"Since it's still early, refine it here. I'll stand guard for you."

"Okay!"

A brilliant smile appeared on Ning Rongrong's face, brighter than the sunlight overhead.

She raised the Aromatic Silk Beauty before her face. The stamen was barely a finger's width from the tip of her nose, and the elegant fragrance became even richer, almost tangible.

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong seemed to remember something. She looked at Zhao Linchuan and said mischievously:

"Brother, if it really works as you said, I'll make an exception and let you take the back door."

"I'm not interested in the back door." Zhao Linchuan's face darkened, and his eye twitched. "Hurry up and absorb it."

Meanwhile, in the distance.

Dai Mubai vaguely spotted the two figures by the stream. His steps immediately halted, his legs instinctively went weak, and both hands flew between his legs as though by reflex.

His ten fingers locked tightly together, desperately shielding that spot before he turned and ran.

"Damn it, Oscar, you dared to set me up!" he cursed as he ran. "That beast actually came to Shrek!"

"But this is good too. Once I get myself an iron crotch guard and protect myself from that filthy trick of yours, just watch how I deal with you!"

He ran in one breath from the western end of the village all the way to the old poplar tree at the entrance before daring to stop and rest.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Dai Mubai said viciously:

"Zhu Zhuqing, is it? Since you're my fiancée, then you should be a resource that belongs to me!"

"I, Dai Mubai, will never acknowledge that letter of promise!"

"Just you wait...!"