Plucking the King of Immortal Herbs, Evolving the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Ning Rongrong listened in a daze.

She had always been exceptionally clever and instantly understood why Gu Feng had taken out this herb.

This was not merely a divine medicine.

It was also a test Gu Feng had placed before her.

He was looking at her heart, to see how genuine it truly was.

Ning Rongrong set the Aromatic Silk Beauty in her hands aside and climbed down from the couch. Barefoot, she walked over to the Wujue Stone.

She crouched down and looked at the flower petals streaked with red, without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother Feng, I won't let you down."

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The scene of their first meeting surfaced in her mind—when Gu Feng had saved her from wolf claws in the Star Dou Great Forest. It had been a classic rescue of a damsel in distress.

Then she remembered Gu Feng pulling her along as they ran on foot. He had been stern with his words, yet at night, he had gently massaged her sore calves with wind-attributed Soul Power.

She remembered the sense of security she had felt when Gu Feng held her waist and sped through the air on the wind at the Great Soul Arena.

And that late night when Gu Feng had consumed Whale Rubber—when he would rather rush into the bathroom for a cold shower than hurt her while not in his right mind. His restraint and respect.

Although Ning Rongrong knew that she had not known Gu Feng for very long.

But love had never made sense.

Love was love!

What did the length of time matter?

She only knew that besides her father and her two grandfathers, Gu Feng before her was everything she had to rely on.

The Soul Power within Ning Rongrong reversed, forcing out a mouthful of heart's blood that scattered across the white petals of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

The instant the blood droplets fell, the white flower released a gentle red glow.

Under Gu Feng's solemn gaze, the entire Lovesick Heartbreak Red trembled lightly. Its roots separated from the Wujue Stone, and it slowly floated into the air before landing steadily in Ning Rongrong's outstretched palm.

The red glow faded, leaving the petals vivid and delicate.

Holding the immortal herb, Ning Rongrong looked up with reddened eyes and tears hanging from her lashes. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled at Gu Feng.

"Brother Feng, I did it."

Gu Feng looked at her tearful, smiling face, then reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Ning Rongrong buried her face in the hollow of Gu Feng's neck, her scorching tears soaking his collar.

Her voice was soft, yet incomparably resolute.

"Brother Feng, I love you."

Ning Rongrong's sudden move had completely stunned Gu Feng.

He had been reincarnated with the memories of a modern person, and when he had read the original story, he had known perfectly well how bizarre this herb was.

Only a foolish rabbit like Xiao Wu, who had devoted her whole heart and soul to Tang San, could succeed on the first attempt.

Gu Feng himself harbored quite a few schemes in his heart.

He had to plan for the immortal herbs, borrow the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and guard against the divine war that would come in the future. His distracting thoughts were countless, so he had not even dared touch the Wujue Stone.

But how long had Ning Rongrong known him?

Altogether, only a few months.

Yet this pampered Little Witch had actually managed to empty her mind of all distractions, with her entire heart and gaze filled only with him.

"Rongrong."

Gu Feng lowered his head, resting his chin atop her hair.

"In this life, I will never let you down."

Ning Rongrong sniffled and wrapped both arms around his waist, pressing her entire face against his chest.

"Brother Feng, me too."

She raised her head, tear tracks still lingering on her fair, tender cheeks.

The next moment, Ning Rongrong rose onto her toes and leaned in directly.

Gu Feng did not avoid her. He lowered his head to meet those slightly cool, trembling lips.

Only the sound of their mingled breathing remained in the room.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks were so red they seemed ready to bleed. She lowered her head and panted, her small hands still clutching the clothes at Gu Feng's waist, unwilling to let go.

Gu Feng steadied his breathing, then raised a hand to wipe the blood and tears from her face. His gaze fell on the Lovesick Heartbreak Red.

"Rongrong, let's handle the important matter first."

"This Lovesick Heartbreak Red is a divine-grade treasure. It can transform your body, greatly strengthen your physique, and improve your talent."

"Take it first. Once you have thoroughly refined and absorbed it, refine that Aromatic Silk Beauty as well. With both working together, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can evolve."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head to look at the white flower in her palm.

The petals were a brilliant red, and a warm current kept burrowing into her palm as she held it.

She pursed her lips, somewhat reluctant to close her fingers around it.

"Brother Feng, I don't want to eat it."

Gu Feng was somewhat surprised. "Why? This is a divine object unlike any other on the entire continent."

"I know it's powerful."

Ning Rongrong pouted and hugged the flower to her chest.

"But it only fell because it recognized me."

"It represents my feelings for you. I want to keep it on me, look at it for the rest of my life, and let it bear witness for us."

Girls sometimes had such strange trains of thought.

A divine herb that Soul Masters across the world would fight to the death over had instead become a token of love in her eyes.

Gu Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and pinched her soft cheek.

"Don't be ridiculous."

"If you really want a keepsake, I'll personally forge you a golden hairpin for you to wear every day."

Ning Rongrong slapped his hand away. "How could that be the same!"

Gu Feng's smile faded, and his tone softened.

"Rongrong, I'm already level forty."

Ning Rongrong blinked, stunned for a moment.

"You're only level twenty-seven."

Gu Feng pointed at the flower in her palm.

"Auxiliary-type Soul Masters already cultivate more slowly than battle Soul Masters. The further you go, the greater the difference becomes."

"By the time you reach level thirty, I may already be heading toward Soul King rank. When the Continental Soul Master Tournament comes, if you can't keep up with me, are you going to watch me fight alone on the stage?"

"I understand all your feelings. Plucking this flower is already the best proof."

"Eat it, catch up in Soul Power, and no matter where I go in the future, you'll be able to stand by my side."

Ning Rongrong looked at Gu Feng's serious face, and the stubbornness in her heart slowly melted away.

She did not want to be able to only watch Gu Feng from afar in the future.

She was the Little Witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She wanted to become the strongest support and had to be worthy of him!

"Alright, then I'll listen to you!"

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously.

Gu Feng took half a step back and instructed her, "Tear off the petals one by one and take them orally. Then swallow the stamen. Immediately cultivate in meditation and guide the medicinal power through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians."

Following his instructions, Ning Rongrong sat cross-legged in the middle of the couch and gently plucked off a red-streaked petal, placing it into her mouth.

The petal melted upon entering her mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed down her throat.

The next instant, a layer of soft red light spread from within her body, enveloping her entirely.

Time passed bit by bit.

Half an hour later, a faint fragrance drifted from Ning Rongrong's body.

Her previously somewhat slender frame, the result of a pampered upbringing, faintly glimmered beneath the cleansing of the medicinal power.

Her Soul Power also broke directly through to level thirty. The remaining Soul Power would only reveal itself after she obtained her third Soul Ring.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes and drew the radiance around her back into her body.

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise.

She lowered her head and pinched her arm, then touched her stomach, practically dancing with excitement.

"Brother Feng! I... I feel so much stronger! My stamina has improved a lot too."

She sprang down from the couch in a flash, not even bothering to put on her shoes. She threw herself directly into Gu Feng's arms, craning her head back as she cried out.

"My Soul Power has reached its limit! Exactly level thirty! If I had absorbed my third Soul Ring, it would definitely have risen several more levels!"

Gu Feng caught her smoothly, keeping her bare feet from stepping on the cold floor tiles.

He rubbed her fluffy little head and laughed.

"The King of Immortal Herbs didn't earn its name for nothing. This is only the improvement to your body and foundational Soul Power."

"Take advantage of the foundation laid by the Lovesick Heartbreak Red while it remains. Your meridians are at their toughest right now."

Gu Feng turned and picked up the jade box containing the Aromatic Silk Beauty from the table. He lifted the lid and held it before her.

The golden flower lay quietly within the box, and the rich fragrance of the tulip immediately filled the room.

"Sit down quickly and absorb this Aromatic Silk Beauty."

Gu Feng stuffed the jade box into Ning Rongrong's hands.

Ning Rongrong obediently sat cross-legged. Following the method Gu Feng had just taught her, she gently sucked the golden juice from the stamen before swallowing the entire flower.

Golden light spread down her throat, illuminating her entire body in brilliant radiance.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the golden glow around Ning Rongrong gradually receded.

She opened her eyes, spread out her right hand, and Soul Power swirled in her palm as she called out in a clear voice, "Seven Treasures Have Names!"

A treasure pagoda appeared in response.

But this pagoda no longer had its original seven levels. It had nine levels in total, with nine-colored rays flowing endlessly around its body as treasure light spilled forth.

"One level, two levels... nine levels! There really are nine levels!"

After counting the levels clearly, Ning Rongrong leaped straight up from the couch.

"Brother Feng! Nine treasures! It's the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

The Martial Soul limitation that generations of ancestors from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had dreamed of breaking had truly been shattered in her hands!

Gu Feng reached out to stop the bouncing Ning Rongrong and tidied her slightly disheveled hair.

"Alright, stop grinning foolishly."

"Uncle Ning and your two grandfathers are still waiting in the main hall. Let's go share the good news first, then head to Sunset Forest to make up for your Soul Ring."

"Right, right, let's find Dad!"

Ning Rongrong grabbed Gu Feng's sleeve and ran outside.