Chapter 7: Ning Yuyan, Nine-Treasure Glazed Dragon, Level 96 Glazed Douluo! Bibi Dong: Hunting Time.
From childhood to adulthood, apart from her parents, no one gave her warmth.
Her father's biggest regret before his death was not being able to see her return to the sect.
But after her parents' deaths, the last thread of connection between her and the sect was completely severed.
"I understand."
Ning Fengzhi nodded. He knew that ordinary clan sentiments could not move this cousin whose heart had turned to ice.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and finally offered his bargaining chip.
"I came here to ask my cousin to return to the sect to oversee things for a while until I return after absorbing my soul ring. In exchange..."
Ning Fengzhi's gaze became extremely sincere.
"I swear in the name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master that from now on, I will use all the sect's trade routes, connections, and wealth throughout the continent, sparing no expense, to help you find someone."
Ning Yuyan's hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air.
Ning Fengzhi stared at her, saying each word slowly and deliberately,
"Search for... Yu Jingcheng!"
"Clang!"
The teacup slipped from Ning Yuyan's hands, shattering on the stone table.
Scalding tea splashed onto her hands, but she seemed oblivious.
Ning Yuyan abruptly raised her head, her usually calm eyes now showing intense emotion for the first time.
Shock, doubt, longing, pain... a complex mix of emotions.
"What...did you say?"
Ning Yuyan's voice trembled slightly with excitement.
For sixty years, she had cultivated while searching alone.
But the continent was vast; finding someone was like finding a needle in a haystack.
Ning Yuyan had also tried seeking help from her sect.
No matter how much she pleaded, how humble her attitude, the previous sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had refused without hesitation.
He even said that the two of them, these good-for-nothings, were a perfect match.
After Ning Fengzhi became the sect leader, Ning Yuyan once again sought the sect's assistance.
However, Ning Fengzhi, using the previous sect leader's words as an excuse, resolutely refused.
Therefore, Ning Yuyan became completely disillusioned with the sect.
She even once thought that Yu Jingcheng was long dead.
Until today, when the heavens descended!
Ning Yuyan discovered that Yu Jingcheng was not only alive, but had reached a level she could never have imagined!
"Cousin, you are alone; your strength is ultimately limited,"
Ning Fengzhi pressed on.
"But our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is different. We are incredibly wealthy, our caravans traverse every corner of the continent, and our informants are spread across the two great empires.
As long as he is still on this continent, as long as he has appeared, we will definitely find clues!"
Ning Yuyan's breathing became rapid.
She knew Ning Fengzhi was telling the truth.
She had searched for sixty years without success, but for the behemoth that was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it might not be a difficult task.
Years ago, Yu Jingcheng entrusted her with the Qiluo Tulip, helping her martial soul evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon.
This changed her destiny forever.
Yu Jingcheng had told her,
"Yu Yan, your martial soul isn't a lizard, but a dragon waiting to bloom.
Wait for me, wait until I find a way to transform my martial soul into a dragon, then I'll come back to find you."
She waited, waited sixty years.
Now, he has transformed into a dragon, but he is gone.
After a long silence, Ning Yu Yan slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all emotions had vanished, leaving only a resolute expression.
"Alright,"
Ning Yu Yan said, uttering only one word.
The heavy weight in Ning Fengzhi's heart finally lifted. He solemnly stood up and bowed deeply to Ning Yu Yan:
"Thank you, cousin.
The safety of the sect is in your hands."
Ning Yu Yan didn't look at him again, but slowly reached out and gently brushed her hand across the shattered teacup fragments, as if caressing a memory sealed away for sixty years.
"Yu Jingcheng…"
"This time, I will definitely find you."
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The next morning, the atmosphere in the school's council hall was solemn.
Ning Fengzhi entrusted the sect's affairs to several core elders, only stating that he would be in seclusion with Sword and Bone Douluo for a period of time to comprehend the mysteries of the Heavenly Blessing.
He kept the matter of acquiring spirit rings a secret.
Although the elders had doubts, they did not question him out of absolute trust in their sect leader.
Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to depart, a cold yet powerful aura enveloped the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Mountain without warning.
This aura was neither as overtly sharp as Sword Douluo's nor as unpredictable and domineering as Bone Douluo's. Instead, it carried a higher level of pressure originating from the depths of their bloodlines.
It caused the martial spirits within all the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples to tremble, as if they were paying homage to a king.
"This…this is?!"
The elders' expressions changed drastically.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo simultaneously opened their eyes, their faces showing complex emotions.
"She has arrived,"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin said slowly.
Before the words were finished, a figure in plain clothes silently appeared in the center of the hall, as if she had always been there.
It was Ning Yuyan.
"Yu...Yuyan?!"
An elderly elder exclaimed in disbelief.
He recognized the face; it was the girl who, decades ago, was considered a "disgrace" for her mutated martial soul and ultimately left the sect!
"Her soul power pressure...how is this possible!
It's actually...it's even above mine and the old monster's!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong cried out.
Gu Rong could sense that Ning Yuyan's soul power had reached a level that even he had to look up to.
At the very least, her soul power had reached level 96, and she even had one foot in level 97!
Ning Yuyan ignored the crowd's shock and simply turned her cold gaze to Ning Fengzhi:
"I'm here.
I will watch over the sect for you.
You'd better not forget your promise."
"Don't worry, cousin."
Ning Fengzhi nodded solemnly to her, then turned to Jian Gu and the other two.
"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, let's go!"
"Alright!"
Three streaks of light shot into the sky, flying towards the Star Dou Great Forest in the southeast at an astonishing speed.
Only after they disappeared into the horizon did the elders in the main hall recover from the shock brought by Ning Yuyan. Looking at this "fellow clansman" whose aura was unfathomable, their hearts were filled with a turmoil even greater than the celestial descent yesterday.
It turned out that their sect still harbored such a peerless powerhouse!
...
Martial Soul City, Papal Palace.
In the dimly lit hall, Ghost Douluo's ghostly figure appeared like a wisp of smoke, kneeling on one knee before Bibi Dong's throne.
"Your Holiness, intelligence confirmed.
Ning Fengzhi has left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School with Sword and Bone Douluo, their destination being the Star Dou Great Forest."
On the throne, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes, her purple pupils flashing with icy killing intent.
"Very good.He finally couldn't hold back."
Bibi Dong sneered.
"A mere support-type Soul Master dares to dream of reaching the Title Douluo level?
Heaven has given him this opportunity, and I will personally crush it!"
"Pass on the order!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, standing to the side, bowed and responded.
(End of Chapter)