Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Inside the side hall, all was silent.

Ning Fengzhi knelt on one knee on the cold ground, maintaining that humiliating posture, not daring to move an inch.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo behind him clenched their fists tightly.

Their faces were filled with humiliation and resentment.

But there was nothing they could do.

Lin Ye sat in the main seat, expressionless as he looked down at the man who had once dominated the world and rivaled the Spirit Hall, the leader of the three upper sects. His heart was completely unmoved.

All of this was within his expectations.

This is the result he wanted.

"Hehehe..."

After a long while, Lin Ye let out a low laugh.

He slowly stood up from his seat, walked over to Ning Fengzhi, and helped him up.

"Sect Leader Ning, please rise quickly."

His face wore a warm smile, as if he wasn't the one who had just forced someone to kneel.

"I am deeply gratified that Sect Leader Ning has made such a wise choice."

"From today onwards, we are family, so there's no need for such a grand ceremony."

Ning Fengzhi was helped up, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that from the moment he knelt down, the fate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was inextricably linked with the Spirit Hall and the unfathomable young man before him.

"Thank you, Your Highness," Ning Fengzhi said humbly.

"Hey, we're practically family, why are you still calling me 'Your Highness the Holy Son'? It's too formal," Lin Ye said with a chuckle, patting his shoulder.

"From now on, you can call me Lin Ye, or you can call me Young Master."

Little Lord?

Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat.

This title signifies that Lin Ye has already regarded him and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as his private property.

Although he felt bitter inside, he dared not show it on his face. Instead, he forced out an even more respectful smile.

"Yes, young master."

"Yes, that's right." Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

He walked back to the main seat, sat down, and then waved to Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Leader Ning, oh no, Hall Master Ning, please have a seat."

"Thank you, young master."

Ning Fengzhi sat down as instructed, but only dared to sit on half of his buttocks, keeping a very low posture.

"Master Ning, you are a smart man and a pragmatic man."

Lin Ye looked at him and said slowly,

"I, Lin Ye, have never liked to mistreat my own people."

"Since your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, or rather, your Seven Treasure Hall, has chosen me, chosen my Spirit Hall, then naturally I will not let you give in vain."

Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said:

"It is an honor for my Seven Treasures Hall to serve the young master and the Spirit Hall. I dare not ask for any reward."

"Hehe, you can't say that." Lin Ye waved his hand.

"Talking is too empty; I prefer something more concrete."

As he spoke, something suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was a tulip that was dazzling all over, as if it were carved from crystal.

Its petals display a strange seven-colored hue, emitting a faint, dreamlike halo in the dim light of the side hall.

A unique and refreshing fragrance instantly filled the entire side hall.

Just by smelling the fragrance, Ning Fengzhi felt his soul power become more active and his spirits were lifted.

"What... what is this?"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze was instantly drawn to this unusual tulip.

He could tell that this was definitely not an ordinary item!

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo behind him also looked at the immortal herb in Lin Ye's hand with surprise and doubt.

They could feel a powerful and pure life energy emanating from that plant.

"This item is called the Qiluo Tulip."

Lin Ye's voice carried a faint hint of amusement.

"I obtained it by chance in a blessed land in my early years. It is the finest among immortal items."

A divine product?!

Ning Fengzhi and the other two were deeply shocked!

They certainly knew what a "celestial-grade" product meant.

That is a priceless treasure that only exists in legends, capable of bringing the dead back to life, healing flesh and bone, and even transforming a Soul Master and evolving their Martial Soul!

"Master Ning, your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, although known as the number one support-type martial soul in the world, has a fatal flaw."

Lin Ye said calmly:

"Throughout their lives, they can only possess a maximum of seven spirit rings, and their spirit power will never break through level eighty."

"I wonder if what I said is correct?"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's biggest secret, and also the eternal pain in the hearts of successive sect leaders!

Unexpectedly, Lin Ye saw right through it all!

"Young Master... has keen insight." Ning Fengzhi nodded with difficulty, acknowledging the fact.

"This flaw, like a curse, has plagued your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for over a thousand years," Lin Ye continued.

"Countless brilliant predecessors have tried to break this constraint, but without exception, they all failed."

"So, in your view, this is almost an unsolvable dead end."

Ning Fengzhi remained silent.

Yes, it's a dead end.

If it weren't for this flaw, why would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School be so passive in front of the Spirit Hall?

If he can break through to the Title Douluo level, and with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo on his side, the presence of three Title Douluos would be enough to protect him, even if he couldn't defeat the Spirit Hall.

"but……"

Lin Ye changed the subject and handed the Qiluo tulip in his hand to Ning Fengzhi.

"Today, I'll help you break this deadlock."

He smiled enigmatically.

"If you take it, your Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda will no longer be seven treasures."

"It is, Jiu Bao!"

"What?!"

Lin Ye's words instantly petrified Ning Fengzhi and the other two!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their faces contorted in disbelief!

Nine... Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!

How...how is this possible?!

A martial soul defect that has plagued the sect for thousands of years can be solved by eating a single herb?!

Are you kidding me!

Ning Fengzhi's mind went completely blank.

He stared blankly at the tulip that Lin Ye had handed him, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda!

For anyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, these four words represent a supreme honor and an unattainable dream!

The sect's ancient records state that the ancestors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School originally possessed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.

However, for some unknown reason, the martial soul degenerated and became the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as it is today, leaving behind the fatal flaw that the soul rings and level cannot be broken through.

For thousands of years, countless ancestors have devoted their lives to finding a way to re-evolve martial spirits, but all of them have ultimately failed.

The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda has long since become a dream that exists only in legends.

But now, Lin Ye is telling him that as long as he eats this herb, his martial soul can evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!

This...this is even more outrageous than a fairy tale!

His first reaction was disbelief.

I absolutely don't believe it!

This must be Lin Ye's conspiracy!

This so-called celestial plant is definitely some kind of highly poisonous substance!

He wanted to test his loyalty in this way, or even... poison himself directly so that he could legitimately and completely annex the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Yes, that must be it!

A layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from Ning Fengzhi's forehead.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo behind him also recovered from their initial shock, and looked at Lin Ye with wariness and suspicion in their eyes.

"Sect Master, be careful, it might be a trap!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin directly reminded him, his voice icy.

Lin Ye seemed to have anticipated their reaction.

His smile remained unchanged as he quietly held up the tulip, looking at Ning Fengzhi with a playful expression.

"What? Hall Master Ning, you dare not accept it?"

Lin Ye's voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Or do you think I'm trying to harm you?"

"No... I wouldn't dare!" Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head to hide the surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

"Young Master's reward is an immense blessing. I... am just too shocked to react for a moment."

As he spoke, his mind raced.

Answer or not answer?

this is a problem.

He accepted it. If it really is poison, then he'll probably die here today.

Refusing to answer would be tantamount to questioning Lin Ye to his face and offending him.

Given this young man's domineering and ruthless style, the consequences could be even more serious than ingesting poison!

This is a sure-fire, doomed situation!