Ning Rongrong hung dazed in midair, her eyes fixed on the tier upon tier of the glazed pagoda before her. She was utterly lost in shock.
Everyone on the continent knew that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had endured for ten thousand years, and its orthodox Martial Soul had always been the seven-tiered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
As for the legendary Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it existed only in scattered records within the sect's ancient sealed scrolls. It was an elusive thing no one had ever witnessed.
Even her father, Ning Fengzhi, had led the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for years, exhausted its manpower and resources, searched countless ancient texts and secret manuals, and devoted half his life to the task. Yet he had never broken his Martial Soul's innate shackles or reached the nine-treasure realm.
"My... my Martial Soul really evolved?"
Ning Rongrong's voice trembled. Disbelief filled her face, as though she stood inside an illusory dream.
Ao Yin stood beside her, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. He nodded, his tone calm and certain.
"There's no need to doubt it."
"The Aromatic Silk Beauty I gave you was an Immortal Treasure born to overcome the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's innate flaw."
"Repairing your Martial Soul's defect and breaking the shackles that bound it for generations were expected results. There's nothing strange about it."
Those few words shook Ning Rongrong to her core.
A Martial Breakthrough her father had spent his life unable to achieve, a Martial Soul transformation that generations of sect ancestors had yearned for across a thousand years—she had accomplished it so easily with a single Immortal Herb Ao Yin had given her.
A surge of joy swept through her. Unable to contain herself, she leaped into Ao Yin's arms