Ning Fengzhi's Frenzy
Dugu Yan, knowing when to stop, chuckled and finally released Yan Zu, waving her hand. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Look how anxious you two were. Don't worry, I just treat A-Zu like a younger brother, I won't fight you for him~"
These words were so ambiguous that they made Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong both angry and embarrassed, but they couldn't retaliate. They could only glare angrily at Yan Zu and blame him.
Yan Zu sighed inwardly. There were only three girls (five if you include Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling who were just watching the show), and it was already so "lively." He was afraid that the "female dominance" in the group would give him a headache in the future.
As the old saying goes, three women make a drama, and he is now deeply experiencing the immense pressure.
After finally calming down the jealous Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, Yan Zu quickly steered the conversation back on track, formally introducing the team's current situation and future goals to Ye Lingling, and expressing his sincere welcome.
Ye Lingling, nodding occasionally. In this team, whose atmosphere was "complex" yet full of vitality, a small pebble seemed to have been thrown into her tranquil heart, creating subtle ripples. Whether she could truly integrate remained to be seen.
Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past two days, Ye Lingling quickly familiarized herself with the environment of the Blue Tyrant Academy and integrated into the team's training. Her Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul was indeed well-deserved of its reputation, with extremely strong healing abilities. Even the injuries that Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing sustained during training could be quickly healed with just one Soul Skill, greatly improving everyone's training efficiency.
Meanwhile, Yan Zu took advantage of these two days to guide everyone in learning the Soul Spirit Contract Method and answer their questions.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and others studied with exceptional diligence, especially Xiao Wu. She had always hoped that Soul Master and Soul Beast could live in peace, and the Soul Spirit Contract Method was the path she had always dreamed of, so she studied it with extra effort.
Two days later, Liu Erlong's quiet little courtyard welcomed several important guests.
To maintain secrecy, only Liu Erlong, Yan Zu, and Ning Rongrong were present to receive them.
The sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, arrived in person, accompanied by Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who were like guardian deities.
The arrival of the three bigwigs seemed to brighten up the small courtyard.
"Daddy! Grandpa Jian! Grandpa Gu!" Ning Rongrong, like a happy lark, rushed into Ning Fengzhi's arms like a swallow returning to its nest, and then was lovingly patted on the head by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo in turn.
"Sect Master Ning, Senior Sword Douluo, Senior Bone Douluo, it is an honor to have you here. I am sorry for not welcoming you sooner." Liu Erlong bowed and greeted them. Although he was neither humble nor arrogant, he still showed the utmost courtesy to the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects and two well-known Titled Douluo.
Yan Zu also bowed and said, "Junior Yan Zu greets Sect Master Ning and the two seniors."
Ning Fengzhi smiled elegantly and helped Liu Erlong up, "Dean Liu, there's no need for such formalities. We've been too kind. Young friend Yan, it's been a long time. You're even more charming than before." He glanced at Yan Zu with gentle eyes, his gaze filled with appreciation.
He felt a deep sense of approval and curiosity towards the boy who had repeatedly surprised him and even convinced his daughter to stay at such a "simple" academy.
After exchanging pleasantries, everyone took their seats. Ning Rongrong snuggled up to her father, chattering about the interesting things that happened at the academy, her face beaming with a genuine joy and energy that Ning Fengzhi hadn't seen in a long time. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, seeing their little princess like this, also showed rare smiles on their serious faces.
"Rongrong, you said in your letter that you had something important to discuss and insisted that your father and two grandfathers come over in person. You even said it was some great joy. Now you can tell us, right?" Ning Fengzhi affectionately pinched his daughter's nose and asked with a smile.
Ning Rongrong lifted her head from her father's arms, a sly smile like a little fox on her face, and said mysteriously, "Dad, Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu, you'd better open your eyes wide and watch carefully! And whatever you do, don't blink! Also, promise me, no matter what you see later, stay calm and don't get too excited!"
Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluo exchanged a smile, assuming that their little daughter had acquired some new and interesting treasure to show off, and they all nodded in agreement. "Okay, okay, we promise not to blink or get excited. Quickly, let Daddy see what treasure our Rongrong has gotten!"
Ning Rongrong stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and her expression became serious. She clasped her hands together in front of her and shouted in a sweet voice, "Ten treasures, turn forth, and Glazed Tile will appear!"
As she called out, a dazzling Glazed Tile pagoda appeared out of thin air, hovering above her palm. The pagoda was crystal clear, radiating a gentle yet powerful Soul Power fluctuation.
Ning Fengzhi didn't quite catch Ning Rongrong's incantation at first. He only felt that the incantation was somewhat unfamiliar and completely different from the "Seven Treasures Transform into Glazed Tile" passed down by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But the moment he saw the Glazed Tile pagoda, the smile on his face froze instantly, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he was completely stunned, as if he had been frozen in place.
He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has always been a seven-story structure, a tradition that has bound the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect together for generations, yet no one has ever succeeded in breaking it.
But the Glazed Tile tower before him was layered upon layered, far more than seven stories high; he couldn't even consciously count how many stories it had.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were also stunned. They had followed Ning Fengzhi for many years and had seen Ning Rongrong release the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda countless times, but the Glazed Tile pagoda in front of them was completely different from the ones they had seen before, both in terms of its aura and the number of layers.
That overwhelming aura was several times stronger than the previous Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the number of layers in the pagoda was beyond their comprehension.
"Sword— Uncle Jian— " Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly, his tone filled with disbelief. He pointed at the Glazed Tile pagoda, his words becoming increasingly stammering, "You—you help me count, how many stories does Rongrong's Glazed Tile pagoda have? I—I think I'm hallucinating—"
His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor and anticipation.
He couldn't believe that what he had always dreamed of would actually happen to Rongrong;
He couldn't believe that the shackles of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's inheritance had actually been broken.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. His gaze was fixed on the Glazed Tile tower, and he counted word by word. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten----"
By the time he reached the tenth floor, his voice began to tremble, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. He counted again to make sure he hadn't miscounted, then slowly turned to Ning Fengzhi and stammered, "Feng... Fengzhi, it seems... it's... ten... ten floors... the tenth floor of the Glazed Tile Pagoda!?"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, quickly counted them as well. After finishing, his face was filled with shock. He nodded repeatedly to Ning Fengzhi, "That's right, that's right, Fengzhi, it's ten stories! It really is ten stories! We didn't miscount. Rongrong's Glazed Tile Pagoda really does have ten stories!"
"Tenth floor----tenth floor----" Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, repeating the two words. The shock in his eyes was gradually replaced by ecstasy. He could no longer hold the teacup steady and it fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered. The tea splashed onto his robes, but he was completely unaware.
He stood up, his gaze fixed on the Ten Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, his body trembling slightly, repeatedly chanting, "Ten stories—ten stories—how can there be ten stories—there are actually ten stories— the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect —our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has finally broken through its shackles—"
Suddenly, he looked up and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with ecstasy and excitement, even tinged with a sob. "Hahahaha—it's actually the Ten Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! I, Ning Fengzhi —am worthy of the ancestors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
You are worthy of the sect's legacy!
As he laughed, tears streamed down his face. They were tears of joy, tears of excitement, tears of relief that had been suppressed for generations, finally fulfilling their long-held desire.
Since ancient times, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been constrained by the seven-story pagoda. Countless sect leaders have dreamed of breaking this constraint and allowing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to advance further. Now, this wish has been fulfilled through his daughter, Ning Rongrong!
Ning Rongrong was proudly displaying her Ten Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but when she saw Ning Fengzhi laughing and crying and losing control of his emotions, she panicked.
She quickly put away the Ten Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, ran to Ning Fengzhi's side, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly. Her voice was choked with sobs and fear. "Daddy, what's wrong? Don't scare me! Did I do something wrong? Please don't laugh or cry, okay?"
She had never seen Ning Fengzhi like this before.
In her heart, her father had always been a refined, composed, and reserved man who would never lose control like this, no matter what happened.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi laughing and crying at the same time, she thought she had done something wrong, and her heart was filled with fear and self-blame.