Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda

In the gazebo of the rear garden, a strange fragrance lingered in the air.

Gu En had already sent Dugu Yan off to rest. At this moment, only Gu En and Ning Rongrong remained in the pavilion.

"Brother Gu En, can this flower... really evolve my Martial Soul?"

Ning Rongrong held the Aromatic Silk Beauty in her hands, her large eyes filled with both anticipation and a trace of nervousness.

"Trust me, Rong Rong."

Gu En sat behind her and gently pressed both hands against her back, slowly channeling his warm Soul Power into her.

"I'll protect you the entire time. Now, calm your mind, circulate your Soul Power, and guide its medicinal effects into your Martial Soul."

Ning Rongrong obediently followed the instructions Gu En had given her earlier and consumed it.

In an instant, an energy as gentle as jade yet as vast as the sea erupted within Ning Rongrong's body.

Gu En carefully controlled his Soul Power, like a gentle guide escorting that energy straight toward Ning Rongrong's sea of consciousness.

Ning Rongrong only felt warm all over, as though she were soaking in the most comfortable hot spring.

The phantom of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared behind her. Bathed in that purplish-golden radiance, the pagoda began to tremble violently. Its original seven stories actually started to wriggle upward and grow taller.

Second by second, time passed, and fine beads of sweat seeped across Gu En's forehead.

This was not merely the evolution of a Martial Soul, but a reshaping of her physical constitution.

Finally, with a crisp roar like glazed glass shattering and being reborn, brilliant light burst forth around Ning Rongrong.

Amid the originally dazzling seven-colored radiance, two deeper, nobler colors appeared.

That glazed pagoda had forcibly grown two more stories!

"Nine stories... the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

Gu En stared at the nine-story treasure pagoda, shimmering with flowing light and emanating a sacred aura, and his heart surged with emotion.

He knew that from this moment onward, the fate that had bound the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for thousands of years had been broken by his own hands.

After absorbing the immortal herb, Ning Rongrong fell into deep meditation.

Gu En watched over her for an entire night. Only after confirming that her condition had stabilized did he return to his room to rest.

Just a few days later, the previously tranquil sect suddenly erupted into an uproar.

The reason was that while having tea with Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong proudly displayed her "new pagoda."

"Father, don't you think my pagoda has become prettier?"

When Ning Fengzhi saw the nine-story pagoda gleaming with strange light, the teacup in his hand slipped to the floor with a clatter and shattered into pieces.

This sect master, who would not change expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, actually trembled as he rose to his feet. Tears streamed down his face as he touched the two newly added stories, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Nine stories... it really is nine stories! Heaven blesses our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Under Ning Fengzhi's repeated questioning, Ning Rongrong naturally told him everything without holding anything back: how Gu En had gone to Sunset Forest in search of treasure and how he had brought her back a "token of love."

Half an hour later, Gu En was urgently summoned to the council hall.

Inside the hall, besides Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were also present.

Other than Gu Rong, the other two stared fixedly at Gu En as he entered. Their gazes made it seem as if they were looking at a living god of wealth.

"En'er, come here quickly!"

Ning Fengzhi strode down the steps and grabbed Gu En's hand, his tone filled with unprecedented urgency and expectation.

"I already know about Rong Rong and your Martial Soul Fusion Skill. A self-created Martial Soul Fusion Skill—truly, you are a heaven-blessed genius."

"Do you still have any immortal herbs similar to that Aromatic Silk Beauty?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin could not help but speak as well, a faint tremor in his voice.

"En'er, what your Uncle Ning means is that if we could have a few more divine treasures capable of evolving Martial Souls, then our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

Gu En looked at their hungry expressions and had long expected this.

He first bowed to the three elders, then spoke frankly.

"Uncle Ning, Grandpa Sword, immortal herbs are unique treasures formed from the gathering of heaven and earth's spiritual energy. Every single one is one of a kind."

"As for an Aromatic Silk Beauty capable of improving the quality of a glazed pagoda, I found only that one."

Seeing the disappointment on their faces, Gu En changed the subject and smiled faintly.

"However, while I do not have another Aromatic Silk Beauty, I do possess several other top-grade immortal herbs with different effects. Some of them may help you, Grandpa Sword, advance even further on the path of the sword."

"Is that true?!"

A dazzling light instantly burst from Chen Xin's sword-sharp eyes.

Gu Rong chuckled from the side and patted Chen Xin on the shoulder.

"Old sword bastard, didn't I tell you my grandson was a lucky star? Haven't you seen the effects of my Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum? Level ninety-seven! I never imagined I'd reach level ninety-seven so quickly in this lifetime!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He looked at Gu En, his expression becoming incomparably solemn.

"En'er, the contributions you have made can no longer be measured with money or status."

"Tell Uncle honestly: how many trump cards have you kept at that treasure ground? And how do you intend to distribute these immortal herbs?"

Gu En looked at Ning Fengzhi, his gaze clear and resolute.

"Uncle Ning, I have completely taken control of the treasure ground. As for the immortal herbs, since I brought them back, it is naturally to make the sect stronger."

"But immortal herbs choose their owners and cannot be used carelessly. I need some time to create the most suitable absorption plans based on each person's Martial Soul."

"Good! We'll do everything your way!" Ning Fengzhi waved a hand. At this moment, this sect master seemed more like Gu En's assistant.

At the training grounds behind the council hall, sword energy crisscrossed the air, as though even the atmosphere had been sliced into countless fragments.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat cross-legged in midair, the Seven Killings Sword resting across his knees. The blade was entirely clear blue, as if carved from crystal.

Before him stood a slender bamboo, black as ink yet faintly gleaming with a jade-like luster, radiating a cold, dim light—the immortal-grade Ink Jade Divine Bamboo.

"Grandpa Sword, this bamboo is called Ink Jade Divine Bamboo. It combines hardness and flexibility, making it ideal for tempering the resilience and sharpness of sword intent."

Gu En stood to the side and quietly instructed him.

Chen Xin said nothing. He merely took a deep breath, and Seven Killings Sword Intent instantly surged forth, drawing a strand of the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo's essence into his body.

Boom—!

In that instant, an enormous blue sword phantom shot into the heavens, forcibly cleaving apart the clouds in the sky.

Chen Xin's bottleneck, which had long been stable at the peak of level ninety-five, shattered like rotten wood at that moment.

Level ninety-seven!

"Haha, old sword bastard, looks like we'll be equals again from now on."

Though Gu Rong spoke with disdain, the joy in his eyes was sincere.

Chen Xin opened his eyes. A flash of sword light passed through them as he looked at Gu En and solemnly nodded.

"En'er, Grandpa will remember this favor."

After helping the elders advance, Gu En did not relax. Instead, he made a special request to Ning Fengzhi: to learn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's ultimate art—Heart Separation Control.