My Sect, Named the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect

That soft murmur was neither loud nor quiet, yet it strangely soothed all the fear and despair in Huo Yuhao's heart.

His rigid body trembled slightly. He abruptly opened his eyes and instinctively looked up toward the voice.

Two figures slowly emerged from between the gaps in the dense forest, parting the layers of mist.

The boy in front looked no more than eleven. He stood as straight as a pine, dressed in an elegant glazed brocade robe unmarred by a speck of dust, gleaming even in the dim forest.

His black hair was tied up, and his handsome features carried a sharpness to them. His bearing was lofty and refined, with the calm authority of one long accustomed to high status, utterly at odds with this muddy, desolate forest filled with savage danger.

At his side followed a youth in a pink dress, delicate and lively in appearance, with snow-white skin and clear, pure eyes, like an elf of the forest.

Ning Tian curiously and worriedly looked at the bedraggled Huo Yuhao lying on the ground, gently tugging at the sleeve of the boy before him with one small hand, obedient and adorable.

Their neat clothing and extraordinary bearing made it obvious that they were favored children of some top-tier noble family, raised with the utmost care.

They formed the starkest possible contrast with Huo Yuhao, who was covered in blood and grime, his clothes tattered.

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the two of them, his pupils shrinking slightly as confusion and astonishment filled his heart.

He had never seen peers so dazzling.

Meanwhile, the three Wind Baboons closing in step by step had already bared their fangs and charged to within several meters of him!

Their sharp claws and teeth glinted coldly. Their low roars made the ground tremble faintly, and their dense, savage aura rushed toward him. At any moment, they could leap forward and tear the humans before them to pieces!

Ning Tian frowned slightly and moved a little closer to Ning An's side. "Brother, these three little monkeys are so fierce."

Ning An remained calm, casually sweeping his gaze over the three snarling Wind Baboons brimming with ferocity, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

Three lowly ten-year soul beasts were as insignificant as ants before him, who had awakened a top-tier Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear martial soul.

Before the savage beasts could pounce, Ning An parted his thin lips and softly uttered a single word.

"Scram."

It was only one word, yet it seemed to carry some great terror. The three Wind Baboons felt as though some terrifying beast had fixed its gaze upon them, every hair on their bodies trembling.

Their charging bodies abruptly froze in place. The bloodthirsty savagery in their eyes vanished completely, leaving only fear that arose from the depths of their souls!

This was suppression from their bloodline.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three Wind Baboons, which had been brimming with ferocity just moments ago, tucked their tails between their legs and let out frightened whimpers as they scrambled away in utter disarray.

They wished they had two extra legs. In the blink of an eye, they plunged deep into the forest and disappeared without a trace, not even daring to look back.

Huo Yuhao, who had witnessed the entire scene, was completely stunned. He sat blankly on the muddy ground, his mind empty as turbulent waves rose in his heart!

His mouth hung slightly open, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

No martial soul. No soul skill!

There had not even been the slightest fluctuation of soul power!

Just one word had scared off the three soul beasts that had been about to kill him?!

Just how powerful was this boy before him, who was around the same age as him and even looked more delicate than he did?

Every soul master Huo Yuhao had seen either relied on a martial soul to fight or used soul skills to fend off enemies. He had never seen anyone drive back savage soul beasts with nothing more than a shout!

They were both eleven years old, yet a single sentence from the other boy could frighten soul beasts away.

As for himself, he could only struggle desperately in the mud, risking his life just to barely kill the weakest ten-year soul beast, only to need the other's rescue in the end.

The enormous disparity deeply stirred Huo Yuhao's heart.

In the depths of the boy's dark eyes, a blazing flame quietly ignited.

Become stronger!

He had to become as strong as the boy before him!

Strong enough to protect himself, strong enough that no one could bully him, strong enough that he would not have to wait in despair for death in desperate situations, strong enough to make that man pay the price and kneel before his mother's grave in repentance.

Ning An lowered his head and looked at Huo Yuhao, who was covered in wounds and wore a blank expression, yet whose gaze was both stubborn and humble. A trace of understanding flashed through his eyes.

So this was Huo Yuhao, the Child of Fate who had yet to rise.

Inferior yet unwilling to yield, and most importantly, the kid was truly easy to fool. He had not noticed at all that the three Wind Baboons that came later had been driven over by the elder from the sect assigned to escort Ning An.

Though the method was not exactly honorable, Huo Yuhao had suffered no loss. On the contrary, he would gain the help of a genius like Ning An.

All in all, Huo Yuhao was the one getting the better deal.

Ning An slowly stepped forward, standing tall. His tone was mild, yet carried an undeniable sincerity and confidence as he spoke softly.

"Young man, are you willing to join my sect?"

Huo Yuhao suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his eyes and stared blankly at the boy before him, his breathing quickening slightly as he did not know how to respond.

Join his sect?

Could an orphan like him, who had nothing at all, join the sect of the strong?

Before his thoughts could run wild, Ning An's voice rang out again. Every word was clear, carrying immeasurable weight as it fell into Huo Yuhao's ears.

"My sect is called the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"It is a top-tier sect that has stood tall on Douluo Continent for ten thousand years, a great ancient sect that has truly produced gods."

"I admired your resilience in the face of desperation. No talent could ever replace that."

"So, I sincerely invite you to join my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and create the glory of the Nine Treasures together."

Those few brief words were like thunder, exploding violently in Huo Yuhao's mind!

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

A sect that had produced a god!

No matter how limited his knowledge was, he had heard of its illustrious name, renowned throughout the continent!

It was a legendary top-tier sect, a supreme holy land that countless soul masters could spend their entire lives dreaming of, yet never hope to reach!

Huo Yuhao's body trembled uncontrollably. The confusion in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by overwhelming shock, longing, and disbelieving unease!

He raised his little face, smeared with mud, and stared fixedly at Ning An. For the first time, a light called hope shone in his pitch-black eyes.

But could someone like him—trash who should have died long ago—really join a sect like the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

What right did he have?

Was he worthy?

Huo Yuhao knew all too well that he was useless in every way. If he joined Ning An's sect, he would surely only waste resources and be unable to help with anything.

The other person was so kind. Not only had he saved him, but he did not despise him either, even inviting him to join his sect.

Such a beautiful ray of light... he wanted so badly to grasp it. But... could he really hold on to it?

After remaining silent for a long time, Huo Yuhao slowly raised his head. He looked at Ning An with deep unease, at that ray of light.

"I... I'm weak. I'm useless. My martial soul is an eye, my innate soul power is only rank one, and I'm frail—I can't do anything!"

Huo Yuhao's voice grew softer and softer. "I... can I really join?"