Chapter 75 Ning Fengzhi, feeling fortunate: Rongrong, did you properly thank Tianchen?
Only a gust of wind remained, making the pages of the books on the table rustle.
Ning Fengzhi and his daughter Ning Rongrong looked at each other, and then couldn't help but laugh.
These two elderly people, who bickered and argued their whole lives, were also the most reliable guardians.
The study returned to quiet.
Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze and looked at his daughter again.
His gaze softened and became complex.
"Rongrong."
He asked softly.
"Are you really going to give it to Dad? You know, the evolution of a Spirit isn't absolute, but a rare herb like this, which defies the laws of nature, is often one of a kind. If we miss this opportunity, we may never have another chance."
His voice was soft, but every word was spoken with seriousness.
Ning Rongrong met her father's deep eyes without the slightest hesitation.
"Regardless of whether my Spirit can evolve in the future."
She said in a clear and firm voice.
"I would always choose to have my father take this Beautiful Silk Tulip. In fact, when Tianchen gave it to me, I never thought of taking it myself."
Ning Fengzhi's heart was deeply touched.
This child...
"Not to mention."
Ning Rongrong continued, her eyes sparkling with intelligence.
"My father is already a level 79 Soul Saint, while I am only level 30. It is more cost-effective for my father to become a Title Douluo than for me to become a Title Douluo."
She paused, her tone becoming even more serious.
"The situation is turbulent now. What our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect needs more now is a solid foundation, not undeveloped geniuses. So no matter how you look at it, Father is more suitable than me to take this Beautiful Silk Tulip."
Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter in silence, at the unwavering determination in her clear eyes.
He suddenly felt a little dazed.
When did his daughter, who used to be a mischievous troublemaker and was known as the "little witch," become so sensible?
"And..."
Ning Rongrong's voice suddenly turned sly, and a mischievous smile flashed in her eyes.
"Only when the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect becomes stronger will I, as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, have more confidence to be a little witch!"
Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
This child...
He knew that his daughter was using her own way to help him take the herb with complete focus.
"Good."
He finally nodded, his eyes slightly warm.
"Dad accepts it."
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and a bright smile bloomed on her face.
But Ning Fengzhi had one more question before taking the Immortal Herb.
"Ye Tianchen..."
He looked at his daughter.
"Does he know you're going to give me the Immortal Herb?"
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously.
"He knows."
She said.
"When Tianchen handed the Immortal Herb to me, he said that I had the right to use it and could give it to whomever I wanted."
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, feeling even more grateful to the boy.
He recalled his interactions with Ye Tianchen—helping him escape the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family and sending Sword Douluo to the Star Dou Great Forest for reinforcements.
That was all.
Moreover, judging from Sword Douluo's words, even if he hadn't sent anyone, Ye Tianchen wouldn't have been in any danger.
After all, there was a 100,000-year-old soul beast beside him at the time, whose strength was comparable to that of a Title Douluo.
But these two seemingly insignificant acts of kindness in his eyes resulted in the acquisition of an Immortal Herb that could resolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's thousand-year-old regret!
Ning Fengzhi suddenly smiled.
He laughed at himself, as the Sect Master of one of the three great sects was actually feeling fortunate to have some interaction with a junior.
That was actually kind of funny.
But it really was... worth it.
"Rongrong."
He suppressed his smile and looked at his daughter intently.
"I will accept the herb, but I will remember Ye Tianchen's kindness."
He paused, then asked.
"Did you properly thank him?"
Ning Rongrong's face suddenly turned red.
She recalled the scene—the kiss she had left on Ye Tianchen's face in a moment of excitement.
And those bright eyes, and the fleeting surprise in them.
Yes... yes.
She lowered her head, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.
"I have thanked him properly."
Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter's appearance and found it rather strange.
If she was going to thank him, then thank him. Why was she blushing?
But he didn't think much of it and just nodded in satisfaction.
"That's good."
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the familiar scenery of the sect outside.
"Rongrong, go and invite your Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone in."
Ning Rongrong nodded, turned around and opened the door.
Outside the door, the two Title Douluo who had just been clamoring to "go out and practice" were now standing guard on either side of the entrance.
One stood upright like a sword, the other stood with his hands behind his back.
There wasn't a hint of a fight going on.
It was obvious that the argument just now was just a performance for the father and daughter, intended to encourage them to communicate properly.
Looking at the two elderly people, Ning Rongrong felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone."
She said.
"Dad invites you in."
Sword Douluo nodded and looked at Bone Douluo.
Bone Douluo gave a light snort and stepped into the study first.
Sword Douluo followed closely behind.
Shortly after, Sword Douluo came out of the study, waved to close the study door, and stood with his hands behind his back.
His voice, enveloped in soul power, resounded throughout the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—
"No one is allowed to approach the sect building within a hundred paces; violators will be killed without mercy!"
"At the same time, seal off the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. No one is allowed to leave. Anyone who violates this rule will be executed without mercy!"
The two orders resounded like thunder across the sect.
Countless disciples stopped what they were doing and stared in astonishment toward the direction of the sect building.
But none of them dared to question it.
Because that was the voice of Sword Douluo.
With these orders issued, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was already impregnable.
Even if Spirit Hall were to break in now, it would be impossible for them to get even half a step closer to the sect building in a short period of time.
Inside the study, Bone Douluo stood beside Ning Fengzhi, his expression solemn.
"Fengzhi, absorb it with peace of mind. With me and Old Sword here, no one can get in."
Ning Fengzhi nodded and took out the golden tulip from the jade box.
The Immortal Herb shimmered in the sunlight, breathtakingly beautiful.
He took a deep breath and put the herb into his mouth.
The herb melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed into his limbs and bones.
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.
Soul power began to circulate slowly.
Bone Douluo stood guard to the side, his expression serious.
Outside the study, Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
The sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.
In the distance, the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gazed at the direction of the sect building and whispered among themselves.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, but since Sword Douluo personally gave the order, it must be something big."
"Could it be the Sect Master...?"
"Don't talk nonsense! The Sect Master is perfectly fine, what could possibly be wrong with him?"
Speculation abounded, but no one could guess what had actually happened.
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