Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"Now, there is the Qiluo Tulip, a celestial herb that has the potential to evolve one's martial soul. The possibility of discovering two celestial herbs at the same time is like gold coins falling from the sky. Comparing the two, it is not difficult to guess where the Qiluo Tulip came from."

Ning Fengzhi spoke eloquently and clearly, explaining everything in a logical and thorough manner.

Even though he didn't know that Hu Liena was taking the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum or that Tang Yuehua was taking the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma, he could guess their location just by looking at the Acacia Heartbreak Red and Qiluo Tulip that Dongqing had just revealed.

"so what?"

Dong Qing still didn't understand what Ning Fengzhi was trying to say. What was he trying to say after all that nonsense?

"According to ancient records, after the immortal herbs mature, they will leave behind young plants to prevent themselves from becoming extinct after being picked. However, under normal circumstances, the growth cycle of these immortal herb young plants is very long, requiring at least several hundred or even thousands of years."

"Unfortunately, the ancestor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School obtained the immortal herb Qiluo Tulip by accident and could no longer find that overseas island. Otherwise, the young Qiluo Tulip seedlings might be almost mature by now."

"Now that these celestial herbs come from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, a treasure land suitable for plant growth, their growth time must have been compressed by at least ten times. In other words, these celestial herb seedlings only need a few decades or even a hundred years to mature."

Ning Fengzhi spoke slowly and deliberately. Although he hadn't said anything particularly special yet, those present weren't stupid and had already guessed what he really wanted to express.

really.

next second.

With Dong Qing and Xue Yan looking exasperated, Ning Fengzhi said to Ning Rongrong with a sincere expression, "Rongrong, your father doesn't have decades or hundreds of years to wait, but you do. You are still young and can wait for more than a hundred years. You can definitely wait until the next batch of immortal-grade medicinal herbs matures."

"Dad promises you that as long as Dad's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul evolves successfully, he will do everything in his power to help you find the Qiluo Tulip, a celestial herb that may still exist. If we really can't find the Qiluo Tulip, then we will cultivate the Qiluo Tulip seedlings of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well."

Speaking of it.

Ning Fengzhi sighed heavily, his face also filled with sadness.

"No matter what, Rongrong, you don't need to worry too much. But your father is already this old. If his martial soul doesn't evolve now, he may never have another chance."

“Rongrong, you know that your mother keeps calling your father useless, which is because of the flaws in your father’s martial soul, or rather, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul.”

"Rongrong, you know how your father has treated you all these years. If you are willing to help your father this time, your relationship with your father will definitely be restored to what it was before."

The voice just fell.

Before Ning Rongrong could speak, Xueyan could no longer hold back. With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a massive surge of soul power, forming a blood-red palm print that slammed heavily towards Ning Fengzhi.

The immense soul power created a terrifying pressure, and the blood-red palm print seemed to grow larger. In the blink of an eye, the blood-red palm print transformed into a colossal hand capable of leveling a mountain.

This palm strike.

If this is implemented, Ning Fengzhi will undoubtedly die. He is only a level 79 Soul Saint, and facing a level 97 peak Douluo, he is no different from an ant.

Right at this crucial moment.

Despite having their mental powers activated and being clearly eavesdropped by Dong Qing and Xue Yan, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong did not jump out to resist the giant blood-red octopus.

I don't know why.

The two remained silent, staring blankly at the blood-red hand without making a move, seemingly contemplating some profound life decision.

As for Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengzhi, they were not qualified to sense these two peak Douluo with soul power at level 96, so naturally they had no idea that these two old devils were hiding to the side.

"No... Mom... please don't..."

Ning Rongrong looked tense and horrified. She really didn't understand why her family had turned out like this. Was her birth a mistake?

She wasn't some naive and innocent girl like Dugu Yan. This move contained a resolute killing intent. She could tell that her mother was truly enraged and wanted to kill her father with a single blow.

And at this critical moment...

Dong Qing flashed and stood in front of Ning Fengzhi, throwing a punch that unleashed a terrifying force that pierced through the void, directly shattering the blood-red giant palm that was powerful enough to kill a Soul Master below the eighth ring.

“Madam Ning, you are too impulsive. This won’t do. No wonder you have so many shocking records in the Spirit Hall’s historical archives. It seems the world has not wronged you.” Dong Qing said calmly.

If we only consider strength and not soul power level, a mere level 97 peak Douluo is no longer a threat to him.

"Dongqing, are you a pig? Didn't you hear me? This dog, Ning, is a piece of trash. He's trying to steal Rongrong's things!" Xueyan shouted.

She was now completely enraged and didn't care to think about why Dong Qing, a six-ring Soul Emperor, could so easily block her, a level 97 peak Douluo's, soul power attack.

After cursing.

Regardless of whether Dong Qing answered or not, the Crimson Swan Martial Soul reappeared, and a Crimson Swan with a body size of 700 meters appeared in the empty sky.

The crimson swan spread its wings against the wind, staring viciously at Ning Fengzhi, its body radiating endless killing intent, as if it was ready to crush this lowly ant in the next second.

“Madam Ning, stop. Do you want to kill Rongrong’s biological father in front of her?” Dong Qing said calmly, his arms crossed.

He felt that this woman really had something wrong with her head. How could she kill her own father in front of her daughter? Was she sure her daughter wouldn't hate her for this in the future?

Moreover.

You secretly killed him behind his back.

Is it possible for me to find out about this?

I don't know!

If you don't know.

I don't care if he lives or dies.

Now that you've attacked me right in front of me, you're putting me in a very difficult position.

If I didn't help, then there's something wrong with me, since I'm still his son-in-law in name only...

Oh shit.

Ning Fengzhi, that old coin, really knows how to use someone else's strength against them.

In a short time.

Dong Qing mentally grumbled one complaint after another. He was truly fed up with Xue Yan's madness, killing people at will and without any regard for the occasion.

Is she really a witch?

Just like now.

"Mom, no...no...don't kill Dad." Ning Rongrong clung tightly to Xue Yan's slender waist, hot tears streaming down her azure eyes.

"Xueyan, a woman like you who kills people at the drop of a hat is someone no one would want even if you were given away for free, do you know that? Before Rongrong was born, I lived in fear of you countless times, afraid that you would slap me to death like you did today."

Ning Fengzhi remained calm and composed, showing no signs of lingering fear after experiencing such a terrifying brush with death.

"How dare you steal Rongrong's things, Ning, you good-for-nothing, you deserve to die..." Just as Xueyan was about to make another move, she noticed a wetness on her chest.

This moment.

She hesitated, and her heart softened.

It wasn't because of Ning Fengzhi, but simply because of Ning Rongrong's tears. She felt that she had greatly underestimated Ning Fengzhi's position in Ning Rongrong's heart.

"What do you mean by stealing? Madam Ning, Sect Leader Ning, you seem to have already taken the celestial herb, the Qiluo Tulip, for yourselves, without even asking me if I was willing to give it to you."

Dong Qing found it strange that some people always liked to distribute other people's things as if they were their own, without ever asking the person involved.

Believe it or not, I won't give it to anyone.

Do you dare to just rob it directly?

“Your Highness Dongqing, I never thought of it that way. I simply hope that Rongrong can give up this opportunity to evolve her martial soul. I will also do my best to help Ning Rongrong find the immortal herb Qiluo Tulip, or do my best to cultivate the young Qiluo Tulip.”

Ning Fengzhi spoke with utmost sincerity, appearing sanctimonious and hypocritical.

"Sect Leader Ning, you want Rongrong to give you the opportunity, but I'm not willing. This is mine, and I can give it to whomever I want. It's none of your business to interfere with and control my will," Dong Qing said coldly.

What the heck is this?

You think you can just give in like that?

If it weren't for Rongrong's sake, what would you be, Ning Fengzhi?

If I hadn't made a move, and those two old turtles hadn't made a move either, you would have been dead!

You still have the nerve to say things like that to me? Your skin is truly thick.

“Your Highness Dongqing, you are also a Soul Master, so you should understand how attractive it is for a Soul Master to have a flawed Martial Soul and the opportunity to upgrade their Martial Soul and get rid of these flaws.”

Ning Fengzhi showed no embarrassment whatsoever, maintaining his composed and refined demeanor.

"What attraction? Sect Master Ning, please, don't you even look at your own age? What age is Rongrong anyway? And... the immortal herb Qiluo Tulip isn't guaranteed to evolve your martial soul. It has a chance of evolving your own martial soul. What makes you think your martial soul will definitely advance?"

When Dong Qing mentioned the word "probability," his head immediately started to ache. Back when he was still in the Great Universe, on Earth in China, he had been tormented by this so-called probability.

of course.

This isn't about real life. In real life, Dongqing never gambles; he's just troubled by the low success rate of enhancements in a game called BabyBus.

I'm not going to say anything more; saying too much will only hurt my heart.

“The opportunity is right in front of us. If we don’t seize it, will we just watch it slip away? Your Highness Dongqing, you understand that what I’m asking for now isn’t unreasonable. Rongrong will only have to wait a hundred years at most. She can afford to wait. But I don’t have time anymore,” Ning Fengzhi said sincerely.

This statement is very sincere.

"What does it have to do with me if you don't have time?" Dong Qing found it somewhat amusing.

Chapter 647, Mother... Dongqing... I...

Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to speak in his defense, a voice he had expected rang out.

"Dongqing, give it to him."

Ning Rongrong's voice was somewhat hoarse, and she could not control her sobs.

"Why?"

Dong Qing looked annoyed. He hated being controlled by others. He could give his things to whomever he wanted, and no one could control him, not even Ning Rongrong.

Give it to him!

Ning Rongrong's voice held a hint of pleading, soft and pitiful, making one's heart ache and want to hold her in their arms to comfort her.

"My things are mine to give to whomever I want, Rongrong. Stop talking nonsense. I'm not giving them to anyone, and you're not getting any now either," Dongqing said, waving his hand.

"Help me..." Ning Rongrong pleaded.

Is it really necessary?

Dong Qing's expression was somewhat complicated. He didn't really value the immortal-grade medicinal herb, the Qiluo Tulip. To put it bluntly, it was just so-so. It only had a chance to evolve one's own martial soul, not a 100% guarantee of evolution.

Given his cautious nature, what he hates most in this life is anything with a chance, even if it's a 90% chance. What's the difference between that and courting death?

Moreover, the chance of the celestial herb, the Qiluo Tulip, evolving into a martial soul is at most only about 30%.