As a seven-ring Soul Emperor, Ning Fengzhi naturally noticed the change in Yu Tianheng's presence at once.
"Tian Heng, it's been a while. Your strength seems to have improved again."
Ning Fengzhi appeared calm, but inwardly, he was astonished.
Yu Tianheng was only ten years old!
To cultivate so quickly at such a young age...
If Ning Fengzhi had not visited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan before and learned of Yu Tianheng's Innate Full Soul Power and terrifying Mutated Martial Soul,
he might have thought Yu Tianheng had taken some crooked path.
"You flatter me, Uncle Ning. As expected, I couldn't hide it from your eyes."
Yu Tianheng's attitude silenced the elders, who had been so worked up moments before.
When dealing with other clans, etiquette mattered most.
If they made trouble without regard for the occasion, they truly would have no justification on their side.
But just because the elders fell silent did not mean Yu Tianheng could let what he had just heard pass.
"Uncle Ning, I heard you discussing something that seemed to concern me. Now that I'm here in person, why don't we speak openly?"
Every word landed with a ringing force.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.
He turned to look at the elders.
After a moment of silence, one elder spoke in a trembling voice.
"Young Clan Leader Yu, we believe there is no problem whatsoever with a marriage alliance between you and the young miss. But our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has stood on this continent for many years. If it were simply to become a subsidiary sect of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan someday, we fear we would be letting down our ancestors."
The elder had carefully considered his words, speaking entirely from an objective standpoint and from the perspective of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Put that way, it almost sounded as though they truly had some unspoken difficulty.
With that opening, the other elders also began to voice their opinions.
Of course, the purpose behind everything they said was to prevent the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from becoming a subsidiary sect.
As for the marriage between Ning Rongrong and Yu Tianheng, they supported it wholeheartedly.
After listening, Yu Tianheng nodded. His expression remained as indifferent as ever, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi hurried to smooth things over, afraid it would affect relations between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
In truth, he did not care whether the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect became a subsidiary sect in the future.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was a mighty dragon destined to soar into the heavens.
As long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could ride that dragon, the heights it reached in the future would certainly be no lower than where it stood now.
It was only a title. Compared with the sect as a whole, it was not that important.
"Tian Heng, that's not what the elders meant. Don't take it to heart."
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Ning Rongrong pouted her little lips in displeasure.
"Dad, I told you I prepared a surprise for you! Are you going to look or not?"
Seeing that the little princess was angry, Ning Fengzhi hurried to coax his daughter.
He looked every bit like a man wrapped around his daughter's little finger.
A moment later, Ning Rongrong proudly held out her little hand.
A Yellow Soul Ring appeared beneath her feet, and a pagoda appeared in her hand.
"Dad, look. Is there anything different about my Martial Soul now?"
"Nine levels! It has nine levels! Nine Treasures Glazed Tile!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could speak, an elder cried out in a trembling voice.
The withered muscles on his face quivered, and a glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
The importance of Nine Treasures Glazed Tile to the entire sect went without saying.
Everyone present erupted!
"The young miss truly is the sect's genius! That's Nine Treasures Glazed Tile!"
"One day, the young miss will surely reach the Titled Douluo realm and become our sect's first Titled Douluo!"
"Let's see who dares say our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will forever be stuck at Soul Emperor after this!"
"..."
The scene rivaled the one at Yu Tianheng's Martial Soul Awakening.
"Rongrong, how did your Martial Soul evolve?"
Ning Fengzhi was no fool. At her Martial Soul Awakening, he, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo
had carefully examined Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul.
But even with her level-nine Innate Soul Power, her Martial Soul had still only had seven levels.
How much time had passed since then?
For such a change to occur, some special method must have been used.
"Dad, Brother Tian Heng found a medicinal herb for me. After I absorbed it, this happened, and my Soul Power increased quite a bit too."
That reminder brought everyone back to their senses from the shock of seeing Nine Treasures Glazed Tile.
They noticed that Ning Rongrong's Soul Power Level was eighteen.
Level-nine Innate Soul Power, level-eighteen Soul Power at six and a half years old, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Any one of those attributes, appearing in any person,
would mark them as an absolute genius.
With all of them gathered in one person, the shock it brought everyone went without saying.
Suddenly, two terrifying waves of oppressive pressure swept over them.
At some point, two men had appeared before Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong, your Soul Power and Martial Soul?"
The speaker was an old man dressed in a snow-white robe. His hair and beard were white, and his features had an archaic look, but his skin was as delicate as a baby's.
His indifferent eyes held a trace of pleasant surprise.
Just standing there, he made people feel an urge to fall to their knees.
This was the bearing of one who truly stood supreme under heaven and on earth!
"Grandpa Sword, am I impressive now?"
Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips, brimming with pride.
"To think there's an Immortal Herb in this world that can have such an effect. It seems I was looking in the wrong direction before."
The other old man shook his head helplessly.
His face was gaunt, and the skin on his face and body was so shriveled that he looked like nothing but skin and bones.
His frame was exceptionally broad, and even beneath his loose robes,
his joints were still clearly visible.
He stood a full two and a half meters tall, his voice was extremely hoarse, and a few sparse white hairs sat atop his head.
"Grandpa Bone, this is Brother Tian Heng, the one I've been telling you about."
As if remembering something, Ning Rongrong hurriedly introduced him to the two grandpas who doted on her.
Yu Tianheng naturally recognized at a glance that these were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two Titled Douluo,
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
"Yu Tianheng greets the two seniors."
Sword Douluo looked at Yu Tianheng and nodded in satisfaction.
Before this, he had only heard about Yu Tianheng through outside rumors and from Ning Rongrong.
Now that he had seen him in person, Yu Tianheng truly was a genius among geniuses.
Bone Douluo pondered for a moment, then spoke in a voice as hoarse as a howling winter wind.
"Release your Martial Soul and Soul Rings. Let us see them."
Yu Tianheng could tell that Bone Douluo's words held no ill intent.
Without hiding anything, he released his Thunder Dragon King Martial Soul.
The three Thousand-Year Soul Rings beneath his feet were dazzling.
Ten years old, level-thirty-six Soul Power, and three Thousand-Year Soul Rings.