Bab 151: Chapter 146: The Surprisingly Coquettish Ning Rongrong, Yu Xiaogang's Final Stubbornness!【Three More】_1
"You didn't hear wrong."
Luo Yu smiled as he gently stroked Ning Rongrong's hair.
The strands were soft and fragrant, slipping through his fingertips and bringing a smooth touch.
"Really?"
"Brother Yu, do you really have a way to evolve the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her beautiful eyes repeatedly, bombarding him with questions.
She found it hard to believe, knowing how much effort and energy Ning Fengzhi had invested in this with no results.
Xiaowu, feeling a bit jealous, watched the hand stroking Ning Rongrong's hair while a strong curiosity rose in her pink eyes.
Curious about how the man would help Ning Rongrong evolve her Martial Soul.
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, the sister pair, exchanged glances, each seeing an indescribable shyness in the other's eyes as their cool, youthful faces reddened slightly.
Because they both thought of how Luo Yu had helped them evolve their Martial Souls at the Rose Hotel.
He wouldn't use the same method, would he?
Memories of some intense movements with shapely legs shaking involuntarily sprang to Zhu Zhuqing's mind,
and she cursed inwardly, embarrassed beyond belief.
She didn't know that Luo Yu's method only worked on beast Martial Souls and had no effect on weapon Martial Souls.
Yu Xiaogang let out a rapid call, shaking his head continuously in disbelief.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"The restrictions of a Martial Soul are innate; how could you possibly break and evolve them just because you say so."
"Do you think you're a god?"
Flander, Zhao Wuji, and Shrek's Dai Mubai and others all looked doubtful.
They, of course, did not doubt Luo Yu's strength and talent.
But the idea of helping someone evolve their Martial Soul was too far-fetched, and they simply couldn't believe such a thing existed in the world.
They couldn't imagine how Luo Yu could accomplish it.
Luo Yu ignored the doubtful gazes around him and Yu Xiaogang's clamor.
Under everyone's watchful eyes,
he slowly took out something from his Storage Space.
"Swoosh!"
A flash of gold.
An Immortal Herb appeared.
Fragrance filled the air, pure and refreshing.
The room was instantly filled with a rich and regal scent.
This was a strange Immortal Herb, with its roots and leaves resembling trellised curtains, fine and well-groomed, but at the top was a splendid golden tulip, the surface of the Immortal Herb shimmering with radiant gold.
"Wow!"
"So beautiful!"
"Brother Yu, where did you get this? It's too gorgeous!!"
Xiaowu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the other beauties were instantly attracted by the tulip, exclaiming in amazement.
Ning Rongrong, who was closest to the tulip, felt her limbs relax and her blood pulse just by catching a whiff of its unique fragrance, as if she had an intense desire for the large flower.
"What kind of flower is this?"
"Why does it look so extraordinary?"
Flander looked left and right, but no one could give him an answer.
Eventually he asked Yu Xiaogang, "Brock, what flower is this?"
Yu Xiaogang managed to keep his face expressionless as usual, but inside he was panicking and secretly wiping sweat from his brow.
Don't ask me!
Who the hell knows what this flower is.
But he still had no choice but to answer, lest he seem ignorant.
"From my observation, this is a mature medicinal herb that has developed a spirit."
Flander rolled his eyes.
Isn't that obvious? Anyone with eyes could see that.
He couldn't bear to criticize any further and no longer trusted Yu Xiaogang, turning his gaze to Luo Yu instead.
"What you're holding in your hand... what treasure is it, exactly?"
Luo Yu didn't answer directly and looked at Yu Xiaogang with a raised eyebrow.
"Isn't there a grandmaster here? Surely he knows. Let him explain it to us."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes trembled, his face stiffened.
This kid is knowingly giving me a hard time; it's too much!
Ning Rongrong directly hugged Luo Yu's arm, employing her flirtatious charm.
"Dear brother, let's not keep secrets anymore, he clearly knows nothing. You explain it to us."
Luo Yu felt the incredible softness coming from his arm and the slippery touch of skin, which, coupled with the coquettish voice of the beauty, made his mind waver.
"This item is called the Damask Tulip. Taking it will help you break through inherent limitations and achieve the evolution of your Martial Soul."
Before Ning Rongrong could speak, Yu Xiaogang's skeptical and mocking voice rang out.
"This thing does look presentable, and I'm sure its medicinal properties are quite extraordinary, but to think that a single herb could help someone advance their Martial Soul is pure fantasy."
Luo Yu glanced sideways, a fierce light revealed.
"Shut up."
"Just watch quietly from the side."
"Say one more word, and I'll chop you down right now."
"You dare to threaten..."
Brock's pride had taken a hit, and he was about to roar when Flander promptly covered his mouth and dragged him to the side.
Flander whispered urgently, "Brock, don't doubt his words. If you anger him, you really will die, and no one can save you."
Brock shook off Flander's hand and glared, "Old Flander, you've been acting strange since yesterday. No matter how talented this kid is, you don't need to be this afraid of him."
"Moreover, you can't seriously believe that he can help this young girl from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect advance her Martial Soul with just a magical herb. It's impossible. Just watch, and my words will soon come true."
Brock turned back to look at the arena.
He remained silent, but his eyes shone with expectancy.
Waiting for Luo Yu to be proven wrong.
Ning Rongrong cautiously reached out her hand to touch the Damask Tulip held in the man's hand.
Unlike Brock's skepticism, she trusted this man who completely possessed her.
"Brother Yu, is it really so magical?"
Luo Yu nodded, "This Damask Tulip grows in a special treasure land, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, as well as nature's spiritual energy every day. It's already transcended the mortal realm and become a wonder of the immortals."
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes flickering.
Given her background, she naturally could discern the value of an item.
An inestimable treasure.
Such Immortal Herbs are true inestimable treasures.
"Brother Yu, do you really want to give it to me?"
"Didn't I say I would bring you a gift when I left the academy?" Luo Yu chuckled, "Don't you remember?"
"I remember," Ning Rongrong nodded.
Luo Yu's lips curled up, "I remember a certain tsundere girl saying she didn't care for gifts."
"No, you remembered wrong, I definitely didn't say that."
Ning Rongrong asserted righteously, her pretty face seemingly lit with a holy light at that moment.
"Oh? Could it be that I remembered incorrectly?"
"Right, you must have remembered wrong."
Luo Yu's lips bore a hint of a smile as he reached out to pinch Ning Rongrong's tender cheek.
Pinching it gently.
"Brother Yu, stop teasing!"
Ning Rongrong seemed somewhat shy, but mostly there was a chill running down her spine.
She could feel the murderous intent of more than one set of eyes locked on her at that moment.
"Feeling smug, huh? Soon you'll realize just how difficult it is to evolve a Martial Soul." Brock shook his head from the side, with the air of someone who had been there, "Indeed, just a bunch of youngsters. You're thinking too optimistically."
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Ning Rongrong slipped off her shoes. Her snow-white beautiful legs were crossed, and short white socks clung together, forming one as the indigo skirt covered her lower body while sitting cross-legged on the square stool.
She held the Damask Tulip with care.
Her beautiful eyes looked around, her mood a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The ancestral wish of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect was to break the chains and ascend the Martial Soul, but no one had achieved it.
They had all but given up and were in despair.
Now Luo Yu had brought her hope, making her feel somewhat anxious.
Hopeful yet afraid of failure.
She even dared not harbor too much hope, for the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
She was well aware of how difficult it was to ascend a Martial Soul—it was a desire that the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had been unable to fulfill over the years, despite all their efforts.
"Let's start, Rongrong," Luo Yu urged.
Ning Rongrong swallowed the saliva in her mouth, and amidst her nervousness, she managed to squeeze out a small smile for Brother Yu.
Then she turned her gaze to Brock and waved her little fist, showing off her cute little tiger teeth.
"Just so you know,"
"If the promotion fails,"
"It's definitely because my own aptitude is too poor, and it has nothing to do with Brother Yu!"
"If you dare to mock my Brother Yu, I'll have Sword Grandpa chop you down."
Having said that, she ignored Brock's green-faced expression.
Ning Rongrong steadied her mind and, under everyone's gaze and following Luo Yu's guidance, softly pressed her lips to the pistil, slowly absorbing the essence of the Immortal Herb.
Her usually tsundere face now looked solemn and full of seriousness.
Strands of extraordinary colors started to appear on her delicate body.
"Will it succeed?"
"Could there really be a miracle?"
Flander and the others had traveled far and wide and seen a lot.
But this was the first time they had witnessed such a scene, filled with curiosity…
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