What If

The doors to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master hall were kicked open by two Titled Douluo.

After an extremely meticulous discussion, the two of them smacked their heads and reached a unanimous conclusion.

"Ning Fengzhi, a Traitor has appeared in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Otherwise, how could Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's appearance in Sunset Forest be explained?

"I suspect Han Tao is that Traitor."

Ning Fengzhi watched quietly without saying a word.

"Rongrong was killed by him."

"It was him. It's all his fault, all his fault, all my fault..."

As Sword Douluo spoke and cursed, his tone was no longer forceful.

He had no proof! Nor had he gone looking for proof, so the accusation simply did not stand.

His so-called cursing was nothing more than venting his emotions.

It could be Han Tao, or it could be Ning Tian. It could be any insignificant figure in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—but the only person it could not be was himself.

He was a Titled Douluo, with his own pride and arrogance.

He was unwilling to admit his mistake, instinctively shifting the blame onto others. It was only human nature.

But a mistake was a mistake. There was no arguing it.

Was he cursing Han Tao?

He was cursing himself! Had he come to demand accountability? No. This time, he had come to confess his guilt.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was calm, everything under control.

"Ning Rongrong is still alive," he comforted him.

Sword Douluo's face froze in disbelief.

"Oh, really?"

Sword Douluo's voice suddenly sharpened. How desperately, how desperately he hoped what Ning Fengzhi said was true.

These past few days, he had been drowning in guilt.

If only he had not brought Rongrong out, had not taken her to Sunset Forest. If only he had been a little more cautious, not so confident. If only fortune had favored them.

"It's true."

"I used it once a while ago. There was a response. Rongrong should be fine."

Ning Fengzhi showed the Soul Tool in his hand, its light still flickering.

Receiving a corresponding response undoubtedly eased his mind a great deal.

However, the location sent back by the light and shadow was in the center of Sunset Forest, inside that dense Poison Barrier.

Even he did not know what was happening inside now.

There was nothing he could do but pray.

When Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo heard this, a flicker of pleasant surprise flashed through their eyes.

"Since Rongrong is fine, the two of us won't worry anymore. As for compensating Han Tao, you can handle that yourself."

Sword Douluo hurriedly pulled Bone Douluo away.

Since Ning Rongrong was still alive, there was no need for him to embarrass himself before the Sect Master.

"That boy Han Tao should still be in the Little Black Room right now."

Ning Fengzhi immediately thought of it.

Before setting out, Bone Douluo had locked Han Tao and Ning Tian in the Little Black Room.

"Heh, those two unlucky brats!"

He also suspected there was a Traitor in the Sect, but it was absolutely not Han Tao.

In Sunset Forest, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was real, and the Aromatic Silk Beauty was real as well.

"Then let him settle down in the Little Black Room for two months first."

"When he comes out, I'll give him another surprise."

Bone Douluo had not made a mistake, so his dignity still had to be preserved. After all, he had given the Guards a death order.

No one was allowed to bring Ning Tian and Han Tao out, not even the Sect Master.

"Mm..."

"Xiao Yuan has reached rank 60. I'll help him get a 10,000 Year Gravity Soul Ring first."

Last year, under an offensive of money, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had recruited many Soul Masters with bear-type Martial Souls.

Soul Masters with bear-type Martial Souls were very likely to obtain Gravity Soul Skills when acquiring Soul Rings.

Han Tao had already put forward the theory: the complementarity between Gravity Pressure and Deep Treatment could greatly increase a Soul Master's Cultivation Speed in the early stages.

Ning Fengzhi had been poisoned.

But the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich, and Fortune's targeting would vanish under the power of wealth.

One Yang Wudi and one Ye Junlan stood at the pinnacle of Pharmacology and healing arts, respectively.

There was no clear boundary between Toxicology and Pharmacology, and Yang Wudi was an expert in Pharmacology.

Nine Heart Begonia was the strongest Healing Type Martial Soul on Douluo Continent.

With money paving the way, nothing could stand in their path.

Holding the Aromatic Silk Beauty and Lovesick Heartbreak Red, Ning Rongrong passed through the Poison Barrier of Sunset Forest, then used a Soul Tool to contact the Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, two Titled Douluo, went together and brought her back.

"What? You entered the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?"

In Ning Fengzhi's heart, he had actually already had the answer.

The poison within the Poison Barrier was so fierce, yet Ning Rongrong had not died inside it. Thinking about it, she could only have been in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"Father, my Martial Soul evolved."

Ning Rongrong impatiently summoned her Martial Soul and showed it to Ning Fengzhi. "Look, the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

Ning Fengzhi glanced at her Martial Soul, then summoned his own Martial Soul and made a brief comparison.

For a moment, he truly did not know what to say.

"Rongrong, this is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Compared with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was not merely two floors ahead; it was a qualitative gap.

Its Martial Soul structure, appearance, traits, and even its internal rhythm had all undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Can you tell me why your Martial Soul changed?"

Ning Fengzhi asked his daughter curiously from the side.

"Immortal Herbs."

"I ate lots and lots of Immortal Herbs!"

The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face instantly grew conflicted.

Immortal Herbs were spirit herbs of heaven and earth.

Ever since Han Tao had mentioned the Aromatic Silk Beauty to him, ever since Yang Wudi had come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had also begun to come into contact with and understand the types and distribution of Immortal Herbs, and naturally knew the characteristics of this kind of medicinal herb.

Any Soul Master who obtained even one of these supreme great medicines would benefit for life.

Yet his daughter Rongrong had actually treated the Immortal Herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well as food.

"A reckless waste of heavenly treasures" was no longer enough to describe it so simply.

"Medicine. This is medicine, not food."

He roared inwardly, but his face did not show too much of it.

What he feared even more was whether Rongrong would suffer other problems after eating so many Immortal Herbs.

"Manager Ning, go invite Yang Wudi over."

Compared to his regret over those heavenly treasures, Ning Fengzhi was even more afraid that Rongrong might have eaten herself into some kind of illness.

Led by Manager Ning, Yang Wudi arrived at the Sect Leader's Residence and saw his disciple.

"Ning Rongrong, you ate Immortal Herbs?"

With just one glance, he made his judgment.

Compared with before, Ning Rongrong's appearance had merely grown somewhat prettier; on the surface, the change did not seem obvious.

But when it came to the microscopic level—her Soul Power Aura, her Martial Soul aura, and the spirituality contained within the Immortal Herbs—this sensation was something ordinary people could not detect.

And Yang Wudi was worthy of being a professional in Pharmacology; he could naturally judge it.

"Clan Leader Yang, hurry and take a look. How is my daughter's condition now?"

Ning Fengzhi briefly explained the whole story to Yang Wudi.

When he heard that Ning Rongrong had eaten over a dozen Immortal Herbs, his expression could be described as thoroughly horrified.

"One Immortal Herb is a Soul Master's limit. Two Immortal Herbs require extremely harsh conditions, but if the groundwork is done properly, there is also a small chance of fusing them."

"Over a dozen Immortal Herbs..."

"Impossible. That's impossible!"

At first, Yang Wudi did not believe it, until Ning Rongrong took out that Porcelain Vial.

Yang Wudi held the Porcelain Vial, and the vomit mixed with more than a dozen types of Immortal Herbs was lifted into the air by his soul power.

"This structure, this distribution..."

"Exquisitely perfect. It is impossible to describe even the slightest fraction of it."

Fanatic? No, his expression should have been described as deranged.

"Romantic. I dare call it romantic. This is a miracle nearly impossible to recreate in all of history!"

"Quick, hurry and get out a notebook."

His right hand gripped the pen tightly, sweat sliding down his forehead. One hand held up the "medicine," while the other flipped open his notes and recorded the relevant information.

"Maybe we'd better not disturb him."

Seeing Master in such a deranged state, Ning Rongrong could not help making a comment.

"Let's leave this place to him. We'll go for now."

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

Then he took Ning Rongrong and left, paying no mind at all to Yang Wudi occupying his Sect Leader's Residence.

A little frightened, Ning Rongrong shrank back and asked, "Father, are people like Master, who do research, all like this?"

As she spoke, she even secretly glanced back.

"Of course not. Your Master is just a special case."

Only after hearing Father say that did Rongrong let out a breath.

Then she bounced away.