"Greetings, Sect Master Ning. I am Ye Lingling, heir to the nine heart begonia. I have come to seek a way to resolve my martial soul's flaw."
Nine heart begonia? The miracle among martial souls?
Ning Fengzhi looked at the young girl and shook his head slightly.
Alas... another unfortunate soul.
The nine heart begonia lineage passed down through a single heir, and only two could exist in the world at once. For a new heir to emerge, one of the existing bearers had to die.
Presumably, she had already tasted the grief of losing a loved one when her martial soul awakened at age six.
"Miss Ye, let us set aside whether this can be accomplished for the moment.
"Suppose we truly possess the ability to resolve your martial soul's flaw. Why should we do so?"
Those words sounded cruel, but they were an undeniable fact laid out before her.
The quality of the nine heart begonia martial soul was beyond question. It could be called a mobile blood bank.
As long as its bearer's teammates were not killed in a single blow, she could heal their injuries endlessly, slowly wearing their opponents down through sheer endurance.
Although its support specialty differed from that of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, its effects were equally heaven-defying.
Ye Lingling had prepared herself on the journey. She immediately asked:
"What would you require of us, Sect Master Ning?"
"I want your nine heart begonia lineage to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Ye Lingling lowered her head, her mother's day-after-day sorrow surfacing in her mind.
And every time the inheritance passed on, there were those helpless partings in life and death.
"I cannot give you an immediate answer. I need to send word home and let the Ye family decide