Yang Wudi's Arrival

For two months—an entire two months.

Did you know how much sorrow and anguish Ning Tian had endured in the Little Black Room? At this very moment, through sheer determination and the Hall Guardian Elder's tireless efforts, Ning Tian had scored sixty points.

"Finally out."

She tossed away the book in her hand, cast aside her worries, pulled out her gold VIP card for the club, and prepared to go out and enjoy herself properly, making up for the loneliness of the past two months.

"Ning Tian!"

Before she could celebrate for long, a voice brought her steps to a halt.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo.

His face was slightly flushed, as though he had just had an argument, and anger flickered in his eyes.

Looking at Ning Tian, he spoke in an unquestionable tone. "Ning Tian, I finally caught you. Get back to the Little Black Room and reflect for two months."

He gave no reason. If Ning Tian dared to talk back, then heh heh!

Why two months? Because the Sword Douluo had confined her for two months. Was he, the Bone Douluo, somehow inferior to him? Ning Tian's pupils went unfocused, her hands hanging limply at her sides. It was as if all the bones had been pulled from her body, leaving her without the strength to support herself as she collapsed to the ground.

But I just got out! Ning Tian screamed inwardly.

She could not argue, nor did she dare to.

Of course, Ning Tian could have told Gu Rong that this was the Sect Master's promise and used the Sect Master's authority to pressure him. Perhaps, for the sake of face, he would let her off for the time being.

But what about afterward? Gu Rong would teach her exactly what a Titled Douluo was.

After a long, long while, Ning Tian blankly and slowly made her way to the door of the Little Black Room.

"Didn't you just get released? What, suddenly homesick?" the Guard teased curiously.

"I might have to stay for another two months." Ning Tian's voice was utterly listless.

Before she knew it, Ning Tian was back inside the Little Black Room.

Gu Rong found Ning Tian, casually gave an order, and then ignored her. He did not believe she would dare disobey him.

Afterward, the Bone Douluo went looking for his next target.

"Han Tao!"

His tone suppressed a fury that threatened to burst out.

Han Tao was confused. He had not done anything, so why was the Bone Douluo this angry? There seemed to be some special reason behind it.

There was no such thing as unprovoked targeting in this world.

"You, get your ass to the Little Black Room for two months!"

"Not one day less!"

Then, he grabbed Han Tao by the collar and forcibly dragged him to the Little Black Room.

Han Tao had been holding a copy of "Attributes and Characteristics of Elements," which was taken into the Little Black Room along with him.

"Keep an eye on both of them. Two months of confinement—before the time is up, no one is to think of taking either of them out!"

Gu Rong's tone was extremely forceful and brooked no argument.

The Guard hurriedly opened the door and shoved Han Tao inside.

Then, with a bang, the heavy door slammed shut.

"Ning Tian, you still haven't gotten out?"

Upon seeing Ning Tian, Han Tao could not help asking.

Master was a man of his word. By his reckoning, Ning Tian should have been released already. Why was she still here? "Ah, Han Tao, you finally came! My dear fellow prisoner!" Ning Tian exclaimed in delight, jumping to her feet.

"You got thrown in too. What else could it be because of?"

Neither of them dared speak ill of Gu Rong. The notion that a Titled Douluo must not be insulted had long been deeply ingrained in their hearts.

"It's so dark in here, and you didn't even open a window!"

Once the door closed, everything became pitch-black. Han Tao walked over to the wall and opened the window.

To Ning Tian, this was the Little Black Room because she always liked to close the windows, making the place pitch-dark and miserable.

But to Han Tao, this was merely an unusual study room—a library, really.

Seeing that Han Tao had brought a book, Ning Tian smacked her forehead. How had she not thought of that?

If I'd known I could do this, I would've brought in the deluxe edition of "A Thing or Two About Imperial Romance."

"'Attributes and Characteristics of Elements'? You can actually get through a dry book like that?"

"We're the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, not one of the Four Great Elemental Academies. Why study elements every day?"

Ning Tian muttered to herself, seemingly venting the dissatisfaction in her heart.

Han Tao said nothing. It was not that he looked down on Ning Tian; it was mainly because even if he explained, Ning Tian might not understand.

Within the same scene, changes in reality could generally be divided into several categories: deformation caused by force, Soul Power fluctuations, and elemental changes.

If one wanted to deduce the future from reality and achieve the operations listed in the Supplementary Study Book List, then elements were an indispensable part.

As his theoretical research delved ever deeper, Han Tao became increasingly aware of just how difficult it was to deduce the future—and just how absurd the concept of the Multi-Dimensional Domain truly was.

Human brainpower was limited, yet the changes within any given scenario were endless.

Take the simple activation of a Soul Skill. To study it thoroughly, one first had to understand Soul Rings.

How was a Soul Ring triggered? How did it respond to Soul Power? What was its internal structure like? How did the structures differ between Soul Rings of different ages? In what form did a Soul Ring's traits manifest? How did Soul Power enter a Soul Ring, and how was it converted into a Soul Skill? To deduce the future, one had to grasp the changes between "Soul Power," "Soul Rings," and "Soul Skills," derive the corresponding conversion formulas from data, and achieve deductions within the realm of reality.

The interaction between Mental Power and Soul Power, the mutual permeation of Physique and Soul Power, the distribution of elemental particles in the air across different terrains—these all fell within the scope of what had to be considered when deducing the future.

As for all those microscopic, complicated matters, Han Tao's response was: he knew them, but they did not know him.

Even without knowing them, the future could still be deduced.

A small amount of data could still lead to conclusions, but there was no denying that deductions based on narrow samples had a high chance of pointing in the wrong direction and producing distorted conclusions.

While Han Tao studied and sought enlightenment in the Little Black Room, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect welcomed a new guest.

Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan.

Yes, when Manager Ning went to recruit him, Yang Wudi agreed without much hesitation.

The unyielding spirit of the Four Single-Attribute Clans could not withstand the hardships of reality, nor could it resist the temptation of profit.

The Breaking Clan had not lived well these past years. Medicinal Materials cost money, and researching medicinal properties cost even more. Even though Yang Wudi was a Soul Douluo Level Soul Master, lacking money still meant lacking money.

Yang Wudi was like this, and so was Flender.

Researching medicinal properties and educating students were both tremendous money pits. Without a certain amount of capital, such things simply could not be done.

The flaw in the Soul Breaking Spear Martial Soul meant that members of the Breaking Clan could never break through to become Titled Douluo, just as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could never break through to the Soul Douluo level.

When Yang Wudi and Ning Fengzhi met, there was a sense of fated mutual appreciation between them.

Thus, when Yang Wudi met Ning Fengzhi, he brought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect its first gift.

Knowledge of the Immortal Herb, the "Aromatic Silk Beauty," including its appearance, traits, effects, how to harvest it, how to consume it, and how to use other Adjuvant Medicines to assist absorption.

"Why can Soul Masters only consume one Immortal Herb?"

Han Tao was somewhat puzzled at this moment.

Immortal Herbs could be called the finest of all Medicinal Materials, the very best among flowers and plants.

Immortal Herbs were incomparably potent, their properties so intense that Soul Masters could not fully digest them.

Moreover, the medicinal properties of different Immortal Herbs clashed with one another with extreme intensity.

If someone consumed two Immortal Herbs with conflicting medicinal properties at once, without any other method to reconcile them, the result was obvious.

"Every medicine carries some poison; powerful medicine carries powerful poison." That was Yang Wudi's explanation.

"If you consume multiple Immortal Herbs, the toxicity will accumulate."

Certainly, the boosts Immortal Herbs provided to a Soul Master's Physique, talent, spirit, and Soul Power were terrifyingly immense—too immense to be described simply as vast.

They were boundless and enduring, capable even of allowing one to surpass one's innate level.

Yet even so, the numerical bonuses provided by Immortal Herbs were fixed; there was no percentage-based increase.

Suppose the first and second Immortal Herbs enhanced the same attributes.

After consuming the first Immortal Herb, those attributes would receive a massive increase. Using the increased values as the basis, the benefits from the next Immortal Herb would decrease proportionally.

After consuming the first Immortal Herb, the benefits far outweighed the toxicity. By the second, the benefits were only slightly greater than the toxicity.

With the third and fourth, the benefits diminished again and again, while the toxicity accumulated time after time.

"If that is the case."

"Is there some method to remove the 'poison' of an Immortal Herb and perfectly refine its medicinal properties?"