Chapter 67: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Rongrong suddenly jumped up from the ground, pounced on Ye Xuanming, and held up the pagoda in her hand in front of him, as if she were offering a treasure.
"Of course." Ye Xuanming reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Why would I lie to you?"
Ye Xuanming lowered his head and whispered in Ning Rongrong's ear,
"Rongrong, isn't my betrothal gift pretty good?"
Ning Rongrong's body stiffened.
Dowry.
These two words struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.
She looked up at Ye Xuanming.
Brother Ye made a promise to her with a treasure that could change the fate of the entire sect.
Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly reddened.
But she didn't cry.
She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms tightly around Ye Xuanming's neck, and pressed her lips forcefully against his.
"Brother Ye, I want it!"
She shouted these words with all her might, her voice filled with undisguised possessiveness and desire.
Ye Xuanming scooped her up in his arms.
The bed curtains swayed gently.
Outside the window, the last ray of sunset disappeared, and night deepened.
...
The next morning.
When Ye Xuanming opened his eyes, Ning Rongrong was lying on his chest, poking his abs with one finger.
"woke up?"
"Hmph, you're pretending to be asleep again!"
Ning Rongrong raised her head, her cheeks still flushed with satisfaction.
She felt her whole body brimming with power and her soul energy overflowing, without the slightest bit of the soreness she had felt before.
The evolution of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda also seemed to have improved her physical condition.
"When are we going to see my dad?" Ning Rongrong turned over and lay on her side next to Ye Xuanming.
"Let's go today." Ye Xuanming sat up.
"Really?" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.
She couldn't wait to show her father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone just how outstanding Ye Xuanming was.
Of course, they also need to know that their precious daughter has been completely taken over.
Thinking of this, a sly smile appeared on Ning Rongrong's face.
...
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The sect was built on a majestic mountain range, with pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted rafters, all exuding the word: wealth!
When Ye Xuanming and Ning Rongrong arrived at the mountain gate in their luxurious carriage, the disciples guarding the gate were stunned for a moment before recognizing Ning Rongrong.
"Miss is back!"
A disciple scrambled and crawled towards the sect to report the news.
Ning Rongrong, holding Ye Xuanming's hand, walked into the mountain gate with her head held high.
She was like a queen returning to her own territory, proudly displaying her most precious spoils to those around her.
The message quickly reached the main hall of the sect.
Ning Fengzhi was handling sect affairs when he heard the news of his daughter's return, and he paused, pen in hand.
He stood up, his face beaming with undisguised joy.
"Quickly, come with me to take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared silently beside him.
A man dressed in white, with a cold and stern face and a straight posture, resembled a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
It was Sword Douluo, Chenxin.
The other person was shrouded in a black robe, with an eerie figure and a perpetually nonchalant smile on his face.
Bone-shaped grove, ancient banyan tree.
"Rongrong, that girl, has finally decided to come back." Gu Rong chuckled.
"Let's go see if she's been bullied outside." Chen Xin's voice was calm, but her steps were even faster than Ning Fengzhi's.
The three of them transformed into three streaks of light and headed towards the mountain gate.
Soon, they saw Ning Rongrong in the sect square.
And there was Ye Xuanming beside her, whose hand she was holding tightly.
Ning Fengzhi and the other two stopped in their tracks at the same time.
Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter.
She has grown taller and more beautiful.
But what caught his attention even more was the genuine, undisguised happiness and dependence on her face.
That kind of expression only appears when facing the closest people.
His gaze slowly fell on Ye Xuanming.
Ye Xuanming stood tall and straight, his face calm, showing no sign of tension or unease in the face of the three of them.
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly.
Chenxin and Gurong were also sizing up Ye Xuanming.
Chen Xin frowned slightly. He sensed a strange aura from Ye Xuanming, as if more than one force was entrenched within him, yet strangely maintaining a balance.
The ancient banyan tree's reaction was much more direct.
"Hey kid."
He moved swiftly and appeared in front of Ye Xuanming in an instant, less than half a foot away.
"So it was you who kidnapped our Rongrong?"
An immense pressure of soul power, like a mountain, pressed down on Ye Xuanming.
This is a show of force from a titled Douluo.
Under this oppressive force, an ordinary Soul Master would be unable to stand, let alone breathe.
"Grandpa Bone!"
She spoke hastily, and the light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda flashed and disappeared in her palm.
Ye Xuanming raised his hand and pressed her down, gently pulling her behind him.
He single-handedly absorbed all that immense pressure.
He stood firmly on the spot, his body not swaying at all, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering.
Neither Ning Fengzhi nor Chen Xin uttered a sound.
They also wanted to see just how capable Ye Xuanming really was.
Gu Rong's lips curled into a grin. The young man before him remained completely unfazed by the pressure from his Soul Master level power.
That's interesting.
"Kid, you've got some backbone."
Gu Rong chuckled, preparing to put in even more effort.
Ye Xuanming spoke first.
"Senior Bone Douluo, this little bit of soul power pressure is not enough."
He stretched his neck and made a crisp cracking sound.
The sound wasn't loud, but it caused all three people on the square to freeze in their tracks.
Gu Rong's smile froze.
Even Chen Xin's eternally cold and aloof face twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.
"Good lad!"
Gu Rong laughed in anger, abandoning his playful intentions.
"I'd like to see just how tough your bones are!"
Boom!
The pressure of soul power suddenly increased.
The immense pressure from the Soul Master instantly rose to the level of the Soul King.
The bluestone slabs in the square groaned under the weight of the weight.
Even while hiding behind Ye Xuanming, Ning Rongrong felt a tightness in her chest.
The ground beneath Ye Xuanming's feet sank down by half a centimeter.
His leg muscles were taut, but his back remained ramrod straight.
Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat.
This kid's physical strength is probably already comparable to that of a Soul King who specializes in defense.
"Old man, don't go too far," Chen Xin reminded him.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Gu Rong said this, but seeing that Ye Xuanming was still handling things with ease, her competitive spirit was completely aroused.
"Again!"
He gave a low shout, and the oppressive aura surged once more!
Soul Emperor!
This time, Ye Xuanming could no longer rely on his body to withstand the strain.
He groaned, and blue-gold and purple-gold light suddenly burst forth from his body.
Two strange Blue Silver Grass martial souls appeared simultaneously in his left and right hands.
Immediately afterwards, four soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Purple, purple, black, black!
When the two black, ten-thousand-year soul rings appeared, the entire square fell silent.
The smile on Gu Rong's face vanished completely.
He stared intently at the four soul rings, especially the last two.
Are the third and fourth soul rings both ten thousand years old?
How is that possible!
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