In the legends of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, if one encounters a special opportunity, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda can evolve into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda not only greatly strengthens the foundation of its soul master, allowing them to surpass the limitations of the Soul Sage realm, but also grants a soul master who attains the nine-ring Titled Douluo level the honorary title of "God of Support." On any battlefield, such a person would possess the power to turn the tide.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down from the shock of witnessing the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
He first glanced at his daughter. The little witch, Ning Rongrong, was standing proudly on the table, chin lifted, her expression full of smug satisfaction, as if waiting for him to ask how she had evolved her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi turned to Yu Tianming. "Tianming, would you be willing to tell Uncle Ning how Rongrong evolved her spirit? This is vitally important to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan. The entire clan would offer anything in exchange."
"I gave Rongrong an immortal herb—the Beautiful Silk Tulip. That's why her spirit evolved into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. As for compensation, just let Rongrong marry me—that's enough."
The method of evolving the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda was no secret. He never intended to hide it from the clan. In the original story, even Tang San didn't mind revealing the source of the immortal herbs. Why should he? As the strongest soul master alive, he had no reason to hold back.
"Beautiful Silk Tulip? An immortal herb?" Ning Fengzhi seemed not to hear the latter half of Yu Tianming's words and instead stroked his beard in deep thought.
Ning Rongrong, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, jumped off the table and stood before her father. "The Beautiful Silk Tulip absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and the radiance of sun and moon, all stored in its blossom. Since the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda is a treasure-type spirit, it is highly compatible with the Beautiful Silk Tulip. That's why I could break the spirit's limitations."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's gaze returned to his daughter.
Seeing the curiosity in his eyes, Ning Rongrong's lips curved up slightly as she suppressed a laugh. "The Beautiful Silk Tulip is extremely rare in this world. Even our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan would struggle to find one. Dad, maybe you should focus more on my marriage instead."
Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh and looked toward the handsome Yu Tianming. He was caught in a dilemma. "Tianming, for helping Rongrong evolve her spirit, the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan owes you a great debt."
Having witnessed the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda with his own eyes, Ning Fengzhi felt as if his life's dream had been fulfilled. But allowing Ning Rongrong to marry into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—known for its offensive power—would mean letting the Nine Treasures bloodline flow outside the clan. How would the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan maintain its place in the soul master world?
He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You've been gifted since childhood. From the first time I saw you, I knew your future would be extraordinary. Tell me, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"
Back then, Yu Tianming's soul tool concealed his presence. Now, with divine energy surrounding him, even veteran soul masters couldn't perceive his true strength.
"I've already reached Titled Douluo."
"Titled Douluo?!"
Not only Ning Fengzhi but also the two previously silent elders—Bone and Sword Douluo—exclaimed in shock.
Yu Tianming wasn't even twenty years old. Reaching Soul King would've already been jaw-dropping. As for Titled Douluo? Even with immense talent, that usually took until age forty at the earliest. How could he possibly reach such a level in his teens?
Ning Fengzhi's face turned grave.
He and the two Douluos by his side understood the cultivation path better than anyone. For a soul master to improve, they had to advance steadily. Rushing the process could mean death.
However, there were taboo methods in the soul master world—exchanging one's life force for power, or even absorbing the life force of others to fuel one's cultivation.
Sensing their wariness, Yu Tianming casually released a trace of his soul power into the hall.
Though only level 95, he had undergone the baptism of the Dragon God. His pressure surpassed even Qian Daoliu at level 99. The aura swept past Ning Rongrong and her father, pressing directly onto the two Douluos. That divine and solemn energy made even the withered Bone Douluo break out in a cold sweat.
Sword Douluo smoothed back his white hair and, for the first time today, opened his mouth. "Fengzhi, Tianming grew up under our watch. We know his character and his strength. He'll surely bring happiness to Rongrong."
Bone Douluo quickly added, "Old Sword is right for once. Let young people handle their own affairs. Fengzhi, don't interfere."
Sharp as ever, Ning Fengzhi immediately understood their message. He'd been torn between the clan's future and his daughter's happiness—but now, there was no longer a need to choose.
As if unburdened, Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath and smiled warmly. "Tianming, if Sword Uncle and Bone Uncle agree, then I agree too. I consent to your marriage with Rongrong."
Half an hour later, after staying a while with her father, Ning Rongrong remained in the clan. Yu Tianming, wearing a bright smile, strolled out of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.
It was mid-March, the season when peach blossoms bloomed.
Just outside the clan lay a vast peach grove. Under the clear sunlight, pink blossoms formed a sea of clouds, white stamens like snow, red threads like silk, scattered across the ground. People strolled among them, chatting and admiring the vibrant spring scene. Some even sat quietly, soaking in nature's beauty.
Yu Tianming walked leisurely toward Blue Tyrant Academy in Heaven Dou City. As he reached a fork between the clan and the academy, a large group of men and women gathered beside the peach grove, blocking his path.
At the center of the crowd stood the handsome Heaven Dou Crown Prince—Xue Qinghe. Dressed in white, he stood beneath the peach blossoms, watching them bloom, while hundreds around him were captivated not by the flowers but by his appearance.
Yu Tianming thought, 'Who is this jade-like young man, returning from the river crossing to shock the people of Luoyang?' That poem perfectly captured the youthful Xue Qinghe.
As he observed, Xue Qinghe suddenly turned, locking eyes with Yu Tianming through the crowd.
The moment he saw Yu Tianming, Xue Qinghe's face lit up with delight. He stopped admiring the flowers and walked straight toward him. Perhaps due to his status as prince, the crowd parted like the sea, making way.
All eyes turned to the one Xue Qinghe approached—Yu Tianming.
"Tianming, my good brother! It's been years! You've vanished from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—where've you been? And what brings you here?"
Yu Tianming casually rested his arm on Xue Qinghe's shoulder. Instead of answering, he smiled, "I just proposed marriage to Sect Master Ning. In a few years, you'll attend my wedding with Rongrong."
A political marriage between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan—this earthshaking news would soon be known across the continent. There was no need to hide it from Xue Qinghe.
"Wait—Sect Master Ning? Rongrong? Weren't you engaged to Dugu Yan? When did you and Rongrong get together?" Xue Qinghe's face filled with astonishment.
Yu Tianming scratched his head awkwardly. "Just these past couple of days. Your teacher is her father, and you watched Rongrong grow up. Us suddenly getting together… I bet you didn't see that coming."
"I really didn't." Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, his expression serious. "Tianming, you're set to lead the Blue Lightning Clan in the future. There are many girls around you—don't get too distracted by love. Focus on your cultivation."
Years of pretending to be a man in the royal court had made Qian Renxue's acting skills even sharper.
A few years ago, she would blush trying to persuade Yu Tianming to avoid women. Now, she spoke with genuine concern, like an older brother looking out for a younger sibling.
Yu Tianming responded frankly, "Across the continent, what strong soul master doesn't have three or four wives? The more talented one is, the more descendants they should leave. Youth is the key to a clan's future. Cultivation actually comes second."
Hearing that, Xue Qinghe's expression shifted slightly. She patted his shoulder, dropped the marriage topic, and smiled warmly. "Tianming, it's been three years. Let's have a proper reunion at my Heaven Dou Palace—no one leaves sober!"
Yu Tianming grinned. "Hahaha, it's been ages since I visited. I'm not sure I still remember the way."
Arm in arm, they pushed through the bustling crowd and headed toward the heart of Heaven Dou City.
If Heaven Dou City was the empire's most prosperous place, then the Heaven Dou Palace was its core of power and wealth. Every stone and beam reflected the empire's grandeur.
With Xue Qinghe leading, they passed through pavilions and gardens, eventually reaching a secluded courtyard surrounded by bamboo.
A breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, and with no servants around, the area felt serene and peaceful.
Most of the space was taken up by a man-made lake, crystal clear with lotus blossoms and koi swimming lazily beneath the surface. The quiet elegance radiated life and harmony.
Yu Tianming looked around, surprised. "Brother Xue, I didn't expect such a tranquil place inside the palace."
Xue Qinghe looked toward a two-story building by the lake, surrounded by bamboo.
Her smile deepened. "This is one of the palace's quietest places. I often stay here. You're the first person I've brought."
Yu Tianming laughed. "Hahaha, I'm honored to receive your first invitation."
"You might not want to leave once you've been here." Xue Qinghe laughed lightly, her voice ethereal and ambiguous, echoing through the bamboo.
They walked past the lakeside corridor and arrived at the small building.
When Xue Qinghe opened the door, they were greeted by shelves and shelves of books. There were no separate rooms—just books, like a mini library.
In the corner by the window sat a desk piled with books and thick stacks of manuscript paper.
Xue Qinghe led him to the desk, then gently pressed a hidden mechanism. A secret chamber slowly revealed itself.
Still smiling warmly, Xue Qinghe said, "This secret room holds some rare treasures. Since it was built, I haven't shown it to anyone. Today's your lucky day, Tianming. Come take a look."
Her expression was as excited as a child revealing a secret base.
Yet as he looked at the deep, narrow corridor, Yu Tianming sensed something was off. Still, he followed her inside without worry.
They passed through twisting passages and reached a small room. It contained only a small bed, simple furniture, and a bathroom.
If not for some basic decoration, it could've been a dungeon.
Xue Qinghe sat at the table as if nothing was unusual.
She pulled out a jar of wine from her storage ring, poured a glowing white drink into a cup for Yu Tianming, and said with a smile, "It's chilly underground. Drink this to warm up. Then I'll show you my treasures."
Yu Tianming downed the cup. "Brother Xue, after all this, I'm dying to see what treasure needs such secrecy."
Xue Qinghe's smile remained bright, but the glint in her eyes turned sharper. She said with a sly grin, "Tianming, wait here a moment. I'll go fetch it for you."
(End of chapter)
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