Ning Tian walked out of his bedchamber feeling refreshed.
The exhaustion from most of last night was completely neutralized by the Pure Yang White Tiger Skill through today’s morning exercises.
Not only did he not feel weak now, but he was also filled with endless energy all over his body.
Stretching a big yawn, Ning Tian strolled along the corridor toward the Sect Master’s council hall.
Having obtained such generous rewards, it was only natural to show them off to his own people, and that was the proper thing to do.
As soon as he walked to the entrance of the hall, he heard Gu Rong’s highly recognizable voice coming from inside.
“Fengzhi, you didn’t see it. Yesterday, when that old scoundrel Yu Yuanzhen was slashed into a pit by Grandpa Sword with a single sword strike, his face was darker than the bottom of a pot!”
“I heard from my subordinates that after they went back, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan closed their gates and didn’t even go down the mountain!”
Inside the hall.
Ning Fengzhi sat upright in the main seat, with Chen Xin and Gu Rong sitting on either side.
Chen Xin didn’t even lift his eyelids.
“He asked for a beating by coming to our door himself; who can he blame? If this old dragon dares to come again, I’m afraid it won’t just end in a miserable defeat.”
Ning Fengzhi put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly.
“To the current Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is nothing to be feared.”
“However, the Upper Three Sects are branches of the same root, so naturally we shouldn’t easily leave behind any grudges. I think Sect Master Yu also understands this point.”
“What we need to worry about is Spirit Hall.”
Ning Fengzhi bent his fingers and knocked on the tabletop.
“That old fox Bishop Salas, after watching the show yesterday, directly took his men and left Tiandou City overnight, heading straight for Spirit Holy City.”
Gu Rong curled his lips.
“Let him go then. Can Spirit Hall directly start trouble over a small matter like this?”
“We must guard against it.”
Ning Fengzhi’s expression was serious.
“The trump cards we revealed yesterday were too terrifying. I estimate that Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu might make a move, and by then, it might be a bit troublesome.”
As they were speaking, the heavy wooden door of the hall was pushed open forcefully.
“Trouble? What is there to be afraid of?”
Ning Tian swaggered across the threshold, casually pulled over a chair, slumped directly onto it, and didn’t forget to cross his legs.
“Dad, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is now strong and powerful. If Spirit Hall isn’t convinced, at worst we can just clash with them.”
Seeing Ning Tian’s unserious appearance, the atmosphere in the room instantly relaxed quite a bit.
Gu Rong strode over in two steps, circled around Ning Tian, looked him up and down, and the expression on his old face couldn’t have been more lewd.
“Yo, our groom got up so early?”
“This old man thought you would sleep until the sun was high in the sky today!”
Gu Rong extended his big hand, heavily slapped Ning Tian’s shoulder, and chuckled with a hehe.
“Tian’er, is it that your little physique can’t handle it?”
“I reckon that girl from the Shui family has an ice-attribute Spirit with heavy cold Qi. Last night on your wedding night, didn’t she freeze you up?”
“Or should Grandpa Gu go to the pharmacy to grab a couple of heavily nourishing formulas for you and boil more velvet antler and ginseng?”
Ning Tian rolled his eyes and pushed Gu Rong’s hand away.
“Grandpa Gu, you are looking down on people way too much.”
“My body is in great shape, and my internal heat is blazing.”
He casually picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
“Me running over early in the morning, isn’t it because I have the Sect at heart? To share the worries of Dad and the two Grandpas, I even abandoned my warm wife.”
He immediately stood up, walked to Ning Tian’s front in a few steps, and lowered his voice by a few degrees.
“Tian’er… Could it be that the old immortal in your dream has rewarded you again?”
As soon as these words came out, Gu Rong, who was still chuckling aside, and Chen Xin, who was resting his eyes, froze at the same time.
Two pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Ning Tian, their eye-bases full of uncontainable anticipation.
What was given the last time the old immortal entrusted a dream?
Taking out any random item would be a supreme treasure capable of stirring up bloody storms across the entire Douluo Continent.
What about this time?
Looking at the tense expressions of the three, Ning Tian grinned and snapped his fingers crisply.
“Dad is wise.”
“Last night, right after Bing’er and I finished and fell asleep, that old immortal entered my dream.”
“His Elder praised this marriage of mine for being handled beautifully, making a great contribution to adding descendants to the family.”
Ning Tian didn’t even draft a single sentence when telling lies; they just came right out of his mouth.
“The immortal grandpa was happy, so naturally he casually tossed down a few small trinkets, saying they were wedding gifts for me.”
Finished speaking, Ning Tian flipped his wrist.
Six round Medicinal Pills appeared out of thin air on the tabletop.
Faint halos flowed across the surface of the pills, and an extremely pure medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the entire hall.
Immediately following that, Ning Tian grabbed out a large handful of colorful fragments.
They were precisely those ten black ten-thousand-year soul ring fragments, as well as ninety-nine purple thousand-year soul ring fragments.
“These six are called soul ascension pills.”
Ning Tian pointed at the pills.
“After eating them, they can purify the Origin power of the Spirit. Eating more of them has a probability of causing the Spirit to undergo a benign evolution.”
“You’ve all eaten them.”
“As for this pile of fragments, you’ve also used them.”
Ning Tian poked and prodded the pile of crystals on the table a couple of times.
“The difference is that for the purple ones, each can only add one thousand years.”
“Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Gu, I’ve given the items to you. Just divide them up however you see fit, and smash them into whatever spirit rings catch your eye.”
Inside the council hall, there was a deathly silence.
Ning Fengzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only feeling his throat dry up.
Chen Xin’s habitually calm face was now filled with shock.
“Such an act, apart from deities, no one else in the entire world can produce.”
“It seems the immortal is truly satisfied with your marriage this time!”
Ning Fengzhi paced back and forth in excitement and slapped his thigh with a palm.
“Tian’er!”
“With these things, the combat power of our Sect’s upper echelons can definitely double once more!”
Looking at the three’s fussing appearance, Ning Tian let out a long sigh.
He leaned against the back of the chair and said.
“Dad, it’s not that I’m lecturing you guys, but this perspective is still too small.”
“You’re already shocked by this?”
“Could it be… there is something even better?”
Ning Tian hummed twice and leisurely felt out three cards emitting a pale yellow glow from his bosom.
Afterwards, he pinched them between two fingers and waved them in front of the three.
The three cards looked neither like gold nor jade; there were no patterns on them, and not even the slightest fluctuation of spirit power could be felt.
Gu Rong leaned forward, his eyeballs almost sticking to the cards, but after looking for a long time, he couldn’t figure out the knack of it.
“What is this thing again?”
Chen Xin also examined them for a moment, his brows tightly locked.
“Without a trace of spirit power, what use does this thing have?”
Ning Tian slapped the three cards onto the table, making a crisp smack sound.
“This gadget is called a martial soul awakening self-selection card.”
Ning Tian knocked on the tabletop and explained word by word.
“As long as blood is dripped onto it, this card can conjure up three Elementary Spirits out of thin air. The user can pick any one of them and awaken it directly!”
As soon as these words came out.
Gu Rong directly jumped up from his chair, his head almost hitting the ceiling beam.
“What the heck?!”
“You mean this card can force ordinary people without a Spirit to awaken a Spirit?!”
The ironclad rule of the Douluo Continent was that Spirits are innate.
If you have one, you have one; if you don’t, you don’t.
A trash Spirit is simply a trash Spirit!
Spirit Hall’s Awakening ceremony merely guided out the Spirits latent within a person’s body.
He had never heard of anything that could create something out of nothing and forcefully manufacture a Spirit!
Now Ning Tian actually said that this little card could make someone possess a Spirit?
Even if it was just an Elementary Spirit, that was definitely an explosive existence that subverted the cognition of the entire continent!
Looking at the three’s expressions of shock to the point of speechlessness, Ning Tian smiled.
“Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Gu. Why did you think of letting ordinary people without a Spirit awaken a Spirit?”
Ning Tian pointed his finger at the cards on the table, the corners of his mouth curving into a mischievous smile.
“Think about it from another perspective.”
“This card can let ordinary people awaken a Spirit.”
“Then what if… this card is used by those Disciples in our Sect with extremely high talent who already possess one Spirit, or the powerful Outer Sect Elders?”
Boom!
This sentence was like a thunderbolt, directly exploding in the minds of the three.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, his knee hitting the corner of the table, and the tea spilled all over the table, but he didn’t even take a look.
Gu Rong gasped a breath of cold air, almost biting off his own tongue.
On the back of the hand Chen Xin used to grip the Seven Kill Sword, veins bulged one by one, and even the surrounding air was sliced with subtle cracks by the Sword Qi he unconsciously emitted.
The three big shots standing at the pinnacle of the continent exchanged a glance.
Afterwards, they spoke in unison.
“Tian’er, you mean, artificially created twin spirits?!”