The short-haired girl sat cross-legged, her hands clasped in front of her. Her luxurious clothes gently fluttered with the ethereal aura surrounding her body.
The girl's eyebrows subtly twitched, and a lively expression appeared on her face.
"Post-Heaven Minor Accomplishment."
A murmuring sound broke the peaceful atmosphere.
The girl exhaled a turbid breath, slowly opened her eyes, and stood up from her cross-legged meditation.
"It's been six years…"
In her previous life, she was a martial arts enthusiast. While searching for rare treasures to break through to a new realm, she unexpectedly encountered a hundred-year blizzard.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Her gender had changed from "he" to "she," and her identity was Ning Rongrong, the youngest daughter of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
Yes, it was the little devil girl from the original novel.
From the initial confusion and helplessness to the current joyful acceptance, only a few years had passed. Sometimes, one couldn't help but marvel at human adaptability.
But there was one thing Ning Rongrong could never let go of.
The martial arts she practiced in her previous life seemed to be restricted in some way on the Douluo Continent.
"A Post-Heaven Minor Accomplishment martial artist can't even pull out a willow tree like Lin Daiyu."
"If I told you this, would you believe it?"
If she couldn't feel her true qi nourishing her meridians, Ning Rongrong would even suspect that her cultivation method was a fake, a shoddy one she bought from an online store in her previous life.
"Is it related to my Martial Soul?" Ning Rongrong didn't reject her Martial Soul, but she vaguely felt that awakening her Martial Soul would affect her current cultivation method, and this impact was likely to be negative.
"Miss, the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony has begun. Sect Master wants you to come now," a maid's voice came from outside the courtyard gate as Ning Rongrong pondered.
Ning Rongrong withdrew her thoughts, glanced at the closed door, and casually replied, "I know, you can go now."
After the maid left, Ning Rongrong rubbed her temples with her hand.
"Will my Martial Soul be the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
While cultivating, Ning Rongrong had already sensed the existence of her Martial Soul.
She hadn't touched that point to activate her Martial Soul.
If she awakened her Martial Soul early and something unexpected happened, she wouldn't even know where to cry.
Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and walked towards the main hall.
Today was the annual Martial Soul Awakening day.
"Some are happy, some are sad!"
Inside the main hall, it was a scene of "human joys and sorrows."
Children who awakened their Martial Soul and possessed Soul Power were overjoyed, while children whose Martial Souls were trash and had no Soul Power had pained expressions on their faces, their eyes dull and lifeless.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect also had many ordinary people.
Martial Soul awakening was an uncertain factor. Although a certain degree of medicinal baths could increase the probability of awakening with Soul Power and becoming a Soul Master, the medicinal materials were rare and expensive, and not everyone had such an opportunity.
Ordinary people without Soul Power who couldn't become Soul Masters could only do odd jobs for the Sect, but in any case, they were still Sect members, and their lives were much better than ordinary commoners outside the Sect.
Ning Rongrong squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the high platform in the front.
"Father, I'm here."
In front of her was an elegant middle-aged man, with an old man standing on each side of him. They were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Ning Rongrong greeted the three of them in turn.
"Rongrong, are you busy again?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded.
Ning Fengzhi also knew about her cultivation.
At first, he was very anxious, but he compromised with Ning Rongrong's persistence.
After all, Ning Rongrong, who hadn't awakened her Martial Soul,
had reached the physical fitness of a general Soul Master in all aspects.
Therefore, Ning Fengzhi had some concerns about this cultivation method, but he didn't voice them.
Ning Fengzhi led Ning Rongrong to the Martial Soul Awakening stone.
"Rongrong, put your hand on it."
"Okay."
Ning Rongrong looked at the basketball-sized crystal ball and skillfully placed her hands on it.
She had seen Martial Soul awakenings many times over the years.
The moment her palm touched the awakening stone,
the awakening stone glowed, and the light grew brighter and brighter, slowly forming the outline of a pagoda.
On its side, there were markings from 1 to 10.
Seeing the flickering light on the markings, Ning Fengzhi's expression became increasingly surprised.
"The Martial Soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly, "Initial Soul Power level nine, no, nine and a half…"
"Wow!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Crimson blood splattered on the clear crystal ball.
"Rongrong!"
Ning Fengzhi quickly reached out and hugged his daughter. The two Titled Douluo also flashed over, standing beside Ning Fengzhi, quickly checking Ning Rongrong's condition.
Realizing that Ning Rongrong was not in any great danger, and had only temporarily fainted, the three of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Time passed, though for how long, she didn't know.
Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids slowly opened.
Her eyes were filled with confusion.
"What happened to me?"
Ning Rongrong's murmuring voice attracted the attention of Ning Fengzhi and the others, and the three of them quickly gathered around the bed.
"Rongrong, you suddenly fainted when you awakened your Martial Soul; you scared your father," Ning Fengzhi said with a worried expression.
"Oh, that's right, back then…" Ning Rongrong struggled to sit up from the bed. Seeing her daughter's weak appearance, Ning Fengzhi quickly placed his hand on Ning Rongrong's back, supporting her.
Ning Rongrong's tender face, however, gave off a pale look, like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
"Rongrong, don't practice that cultivation method anymore," Sword Douluo said sternly.
"Exactly." Bone Douluo also chimed in, "We can not ask where you got your cultivation method, but for it to take that scoundrel over a month to recover, such an evil method is not something a child like you should practice recklessly."
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had thoroughly examined Ning Rongrong's physical condition.
There was a strange energy within Ning Rongrong's body.
This energy conflicted with her own Soul Power, which caused her to faint during her Martial Soul awakening.
When Ning Rongrong's cultivation method was discovered, Ning Fengzhi, worried about potential dangers, ordered Ning Rongrong to reveal the method, otherwise, he wouldn't allow her to cultivate.
As a result, Sword Douluo, curious as a cat, believed the cultivation method was theoretically feasible.
After practicing it a few times according to its movement trajectory, he experienced a phenomenon of Soul Power backflow, almost sending himself to his grave. He endured for over a month with two dark circles under his eyes before the after-effects of the cultivation were eliminated.
With Bone Douluo's reminder, Ning Fengzhi also recalled what had happened and said to Ning Rongrong, "To risk your future for an unknown cultivation method is not worth it. You have a brighter future."
"No." Ning Rongrong shook her head, "Consider it my stubbornness! I cannot agree to give up cultivating."
"Rongrong! You are Innate Level Nine and a Half, and possibly even Innate Full Soul Power." If Ning Rongrong hadn't suddenly fainted, stopping the awakening ceremony, her Soul Power might have continued to rise.
"Father, I know." Ning Rongrong stretched out her palm, and a delicate, small pagoda floated out from her palm. "Level 10 Innate Full Soul Power."
As Ning Fengzhi's eyes trembled slightly, confirming the Innate Full Soul Power,
Ning Rongrong withdrew the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, her expression extremely serious: "Can you give me some time? Three years will be enough. I am confident I can resolve the issues with my body."