Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"The Eight Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda has initially resolved some of the flaws in your martial soul. However, it is still far from being a true Nine Treasures Pagoda."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Ning Rongrong's flushed face, and added, "Your foundation still needs polishing. Improving your soul power too quickly may not be a good thing. When you get back, have your father help you solidify it."

Ning Rongrong was oblivious to all of that; her entire focus was on the immense joy of her martial soul's evolution. The Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! The legendary Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! The family's centuries-old wish had actually been fulfilled through her!

As evening fell, Sword Douluo Chen Xin appeared outside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well on time, just as he always did, waiting for Ning Rongrong to come out.

When Chen Xin saw Ning Rongrong's figure skipping and hopping towards him through the poisonous miasma, a gentle smile habitually appeared on his face.

But the smile on his face froze instantly the next second.

Ning Rongrong ran up to him, extending her right hand like a treasure, her soul power surging.

A crystal-clear glass pagoda appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating in her palm, radiating a more dazzling and profound colorful brilliance than ever before.

Chapter 223 Dawn

Chen Xin's gaze was fixed on the pagoda.

One floor, two floors, three floors... seven floors.

Then, there is that eighth floor that should never have existed in the first place!

Although the outline of the eighth floor was slightly more ethereal and its light was somewhat weaker compared to the seven floors below, it existed clearly and undeniably.

"Eight...eighth floor?"

Chen Xin felt his throat tighten, and his voice trembled slightly without him even realizing it.

He almost held his breath; his hands, usually as steady as a rock when wielding a sword, were now strangely cold at the fingertips. "Rongrong, your martial spirit..."

"It's the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda! Grandpa Sword!" Ning Rongrong's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement and pride.

"It was Aunt Geduo! She gave me a magic potion! And then my martial soul evolved! My soul power even increased by three levels! I'm level twenty-seven now!"

She chattered on and on, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Chen Xin's heart.

Martial Soul Evolution.

Eight-Treasure Glazed Pagoda.

Breaking through three levels in a row.

The combination of these words was enough to make even the seasoned Sword Douluo lose his composure.

The flaws of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda have been a nightmare that has plagued the sect for generations.

It is a shackle engraved deep in the soul of every direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Now, right before his eyes, these shackles have been pried open with a crack!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the silent valley shrouded in poisonous miasma, as if trying to pierce through the layers of obstacles to see the mysterious woman inside.

She actually did it? Although it's only eight treasures, still a far cry from the legendary nine treasures, it's undoubtedly a leap across an insurmountable chasm!

"Let's go!" Chen Xin didn't hesitate any longer, grabbing Ning Rongrong's hand with an unprecedented urgency in his voice.

"Let's return to the sect immediately!"

He must let Feng Zhi know this news immediately!

When Sword Douluo unleashes his full speed, it is truly terrifying.

Ning Rongrong felt the surrounding scenery rushing past her, blurring into a mass of colors. The biting wind whipped at her face, forcing her to squint and clutch Chen Xin's sleeve tightly.

In just a moment, the familiar outline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's castle came into view.

Chen Xin took Ning Rongrong with him and transformed into a streak of light, ignoring all the rules of the sect and the astonished gazes of the disciples along the way, and landed directly in the courtyard outside the sect leader's study.

"Charm!"

Chen Xin didn't even have time to knock before pushing the door open and entering, his voice deep and husky with excitement.

Inside the study, Ning Fengzhi was discussing something with Bone Douluo Gu Rong. Hearing the noise, the two of them looked up at the same time.

When Ning Fengzhi saw Chen Xin's discomposure and Ning Rongrong, who was being pulled along by him and looked excited, a hint of surprise appeared on his gentle face.

"Uncle Jian, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry? Is Rongrong being naughty again?"

Ning Fengzhi put down the file in his hand, his tone as gentle as ever, but his eyes had sharpened.

He knew Chen Xin; he would never lose his composure like this unless it was something extremely important.

Gu Rong also stood up, frowning with his signature brows: "Old Swordsman, what are you up to? Why are you all in such a hurry?"

"Fengzhi, look!"

Chen Xin didn't say much, but gently pushed Ning Rongrong forward and said in a deep voice, "Rongrong, release your martial spirit and show it to your father and Grandpa Bone."

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and summoned her martial spirit once again.

The eight-colored light flowed again, and the eight-story glazed pagoda floated silently. The phantom of the eighth floor was clearly visible under the bright light of the study.

In an instant, the study fell into a deathly silence.

Ning Fengzhi's gentle smile froze instantly.

He abruptly stood up from behind his large desk, his movement so quick that he knocked over the teacup beside him. The expensive porcelain cup shattered on the floor with a crisp sound, and the tea soaked the fine carpet, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes were fixed on the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda, his pupils contracted violently from extreme shock, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his breath even stopped for a moment.

The refined and composed demeanor vanished, replaced by a shock that was almost disorienting.

"Eight...Eight Treasures..."

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, trembling with disbelief. He instinctively took a few steps forward, reaching out as if to touch the illusory tower, yet fearing it was just a fragile dream that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Gu Rong's reaction was more direct. He gasped, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his mouth opened slightly, enough to fit an egg.

He pointed at the martial spirit, his fingers trembling slightly: "This...this...am I seeing things? Eighth level?! It really is eighth level! Rongrong, your martial spirit...has evolved!"

"It's true! Grandpa Bones! Father!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on her father's and her two grandfathers' faces, Ning Rongrong felt an overwhelming sense of pride and joy.

"It's Aunt Gedo's potion! She's amazing! After I drank it, my martial spirit changed like this, and my soul power increased to level twenty-seven!"

Only after receiving confirmation from Ning Rongrong did Ning Fengzhi seem to slowly recover from the enormous shock.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with an intensely burning light—a light that reflected the hope he had pursued all his life.

He looked at Chen Xin, his voice hoarse from trying to suppress his excitement: "Uncle Jian, what are the specifics? Did Her Majesty Ge Duo say anything?"

Chen Xin calmed himself down and repeated what Ning Rongrong had told him on the way.

After listening, Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the desk, making a soft tapping sound.

Every sentence seemed meticulously calculated.

It demonstrated remarkable results, proved her capabilities, offered hope, but did not completely satisfy, leaving ample room and hooks for continued collaboration and investment.

But he willingly let himself be hooked.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ning Fengzhi said "good" three times in a row, and a smile reappeared on his face. That smile was no longer the gentle pretense he usually wore, but rather a heartfelt, almost ecstatic excitement.

He turned to Gu Rong, his tone resolute and unwavering: "Uncle Gu, go to the warehouse immediately! Add another 30% to the batch we prepared before! No, add another 50%! Prepare all the medicinal herbs and resources on the list that are beneficial for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the origin of the martial soul! Send them to Sunset Forest as quickly as possible and deliver them to His Majesty Ge Duo!"

He paused, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Tell her that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is deeply grateful for Your Majesty's great kindness! As for any further needs, just ask, and I, Ning Fengzhi, will not haggle!"

For the Eight Treasures Pagoda, and for the Nine Treasures that are out of reach yet have already shown signs of dawn, no amount of investment is too much!

Chapter 224 Leaving the Forest

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's almost desperate expression, Gu Rong opened his mouth, wanting to remind him of the huge investment and potential risks, but when his gaze swept over the real Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm, all his words of dissuasion were swallowed back. He simply nodded heavily: "Fine! I'll handle it myself!"

He turned and strode away, his footsteps carrying the wind.

Ning Fengzhi then looked at the still excited Ning Rongrong, a loving and gratified smile on his face, and said softly, "Rongrong, you have made a great contribution this time. Go back and rest well, stabilize your cultivation, and don't let down His Majesty Geduo's hard work and this opportunity."

"Yes, Father!"

Ning Rongrong obediently responded, then contentedly put away her martial spirit and skipped away from the study.

Only Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin remained in the study.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the lingering excitement and a complex emotion of relief at the slight reduction in the burden they had carried for so many years in each other's eyes.

“Fengzhi, this Geduo…” Chenxin slowly began to speak.

“I know.” Ning Fengzhi interrupted him, his gaze turning to the window again, as if he could traverse space and see the valley where ice and fire intertwined.

"She was waiting for the right price, she was controlling the pace. But she did bring out what we'd been dreaming of."

He turned around, his face regaining its usual composure, but the burning passion in his eyes had not faded: "In any case, this is the best opportunity we've had in thousands of years. It's worth it to accompany her to the end of this drama."

Chen Xin nodded and said no more. As long as he could break the sect's fate, he would accept it even if it meant dealing with a tiger.

……

As time passed, the Lake of Life remained tranquil, its surface reflecting the verdant ancient trees and the shimmering nine-colored sunset.

But Xiao Wu's mood was completely out of sync with this peaceful scene.

She sat cross-legged by the lake, once again emerging from deep meditation, her brows furrowed, her pink eyes revealing obvious restlessness and a hint of barely perceptible panic.

wrong.

That's not right.

Since successfully condensing his third spirit ring and stabilizing his cultivation at level thirty-one, quite some time has passed.

She cultivated diligently as usual, daring not to slack off in the slightest. Her soul power circulated within her body, feeling more solid and more precisely controlled. However, the total amount of soul power seemed to be confined by an invisible shackle, refusing to increase.

Not even Level 1, not even Level 1!

This is extremely abnormal for a Soul Master who has just obtained a powerful Soul Ring and should be entering a period of rapid strength improvement. It's like a fist that's been fully charged but can't be thrown, leaving her feeling suffocated.

"What exactly happened?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but mutter to herself, her voice filled with suppressed anger. She had checked her body; her meridians were clear, her soul rings were stable, and her sea of ​​consciousness was calm and undisturbed. Tianmeng Ice Silkworm had also been much more well-behaved since its sacrifice, only occasionally grumbling and not causing any trouble.

So where is the problem?

"Hehe, Little Wu, is something bothering you?"