The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda

"As expected, the same red dragon martial soul as the elder! And it's at the eighth level of innate soul power! No wonder she's Miss Wu Feng!"

The sun was high in the sky, and the sky was clear and cloudless.

The gentle sunlight enveloped the bustling Kowloon City, and also illuminated the delicate face of a red-haired girl in the center of the square.

Listening to the report from the sect leader in front of her, the red-haired girl blinked in surprise.

She looked back at the crimson dragon shadow that was faintly appearing around her with some disbelief, and countless emotions flashed in her bright eyes.

Panic, shock... and then ecstasy!

After announcing the results to everyone, Wu Feng left the square in a flash and rushed straight to another girl not far away.

"Young Master! I..."

Her voice still carried a faint hint of sobbing.

"Alright, Xiaofeng, isn't this a good outcome? I told you before, you didn't need to think so much about it. Oh? Why are you crying?"

Wu Feng bumped into the blonde girl, and all the repression and anxiety he had felt over the past few days were finally revealed during the awakening ceremony.

Large tears streamed down uncontrollably, leaving two long tear tracks on Wu Feng's face.

Now she finally knows that she has not only successfully inherited the powerful red dragon martial soul passed down from her ancestors, but also has innate soul power exceeding level five. She can be directly included in the core disciples of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and enjoy the same treatment as the direct descendants.

That way, she'll never have to be separated from Ning Tian again!

"Okay, okay, don't cry, everyone's watching." Ning Tian gently stroked Wu Feng's hair with his tender hand, lightly wiping away the tears on her face.

Although she is the daughter of the current sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, the two little girls have been close playmates since they learned to walk. If they are forced to separate in the future due to the issue of martial soul cultivation, it would be a great pity.

"Sigh, why hasn't that person arrived yet?"

While comforting Wu Feng in his arms, Ning Tian pursed his lips helplessly, scanning the square but still unable to find the figure he was looking for.

This is the core area of ​​the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and the inner city of Nine Treasure City. Today happens to be Awakening Day, and all descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School at the level of steward or above will undergo a unified Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony here.

Children with talent like Wu Feng will become disciples of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School after today, where they will cultivate, study, and serve the school.

As a direct descendant of the sect, Ning Tian naturally awakened the ancestral Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, and possessed innate level nine soul power, indicating a limitless future.

"Next up, Ning Fan."

Just as Ning Tian looked around, the scene she least wanted to see still happened.

In the neatly arranged line of children waiting for the awakening ceremony, one empty seat stood out clearly.

"Next up, Ning Fan!"

The sect elder in charge of the awakening ceremony clearly raised his voice, and after glancing at the empty space, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

After a tiring morning, anyone would be a little impatient. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, this elderly elder also became impatient.

"Ning Fan! Ning Fan? Hey, where did that kid run off to again?"

As the elders shouted, the once orderly square gradually became noisy.

"Sigh, I knew it. Your good-for-nothing cousin is going to be late again. Why doesn't he care about anything?"

In Ning Tian's arms, Wu Feng took a long time to wipe away her tears.

She pouted slightly, a picture of a refined young man unconsciously appearing in her mind, but soon her long red hair began to shake like a rattle.

She didn't understand why someone like that would be related to Ning Tian by blood!

"There's nothing we can do, that's just his personality."

Ning Tian shook his head helplessly, but soon, a panting voice came from the crowd.

"Sorry I'm late again... It's just the beginning of the month, I just delivered some living expenses to a few elderly people in the city..."

Upon hearing this sound, the crowd spontaneously made way for them.

At the edge of the square, a boy with long, platinum-blonde hair, who looked no more than five or six years old, was clutching his knees with both hands. He had something that looked like a candy in his mouth, and a helpless smile was forced on his face.

The young man wore a blue robe with a pagoda emblem on the collar, a mark reserved for direct descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

At such a young age, his delicate face already possessed a touch of refinement, and his bewitching red agate eyes were mesmerizing.

"Ning Fan? You're late at a time like this? You… sigh…"

The elder in charge of the awakening ceremony stared at the boy who had suddenly barged into the square. Although he was angry, he swallowed the words of reprimand he wanted to say.

He knew that although the boy in front of him was only the sect leader's nephew, for some reason, the boy was no different from the sect leader's own son, and few people could afford to offend him.

"Wow, as expected of Young Master Ning... He doesn't even know when to be 'virtuous'! He dares to be late at a time like this?"

"Don't underestimate this little kid. The money he's sent to poor families over the past two years is enough for several years' worth of our sect's salary."

"Hey, at least he's better than his womanizing father who died a womanizer. I wonder what Ning Lao Er would think if he saw his son, this spendthrift, from the afterlife. Heh... Young Master Xian, I wonder who gave him that nickname."

Also at the edge of the square, several senior sect elders responsible for maintaining order looked at the panting young man with mixed feelings in their eyes.

"Hehe, excuse me, Elder, may we begin?"

Ignoring the whispers around him, Ning Fan strode forward, quickly chewed the candy in his mouth, and the sweet aroma spread to his nostrils, which relieved him of the fatigue from running for miles. He then smiled at the elder.

"A strange little thing..."

The young man's relaxed appearance left me speechless.

This kid is the first to be late for the awakening ceremony on Awakening Day!

At this moment, he appeared calm and composed, as if he didn't care at all.

This is Awakening Day!

This is the most important festival on the entire Douluo Continent. Countless children look forward to this day to awaken their martial soul and become the legendary powerful soul masters. How come this young master...

Well, we can't blame the elders for their lack of knowledge.

After all, even if you gave him a hundred heads, you couldn't figure out that this god-like person who was late for the awakening ceremony was carrying a soul that didn't belong to this world at all.

Although it's a bit cliché, like many fan fiction stories, Ning Fan is a transmigrator who has been in this world for nearly six years. As a direct descendant of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, he has been living a very comfortable life these past few years.

However, this guy was born in the wrong era. You can tell just by looking at the name of his sect. At this time, Tang San had probably already ascended to immortality.

Looking at the history of the mainland, a nine-treasure glazed pagoda like that of Ning Rongrong's ancestor has not appeared for nearly ten thousand years. Now, it is probably in the timeline of Peerless Tang Sect.

As everyone knows, this is the time when our Tang God King is training his dog... oops, I mean, when the Tang God King is recruiting a son-in-law.

Fortunately, Ning Fan doesn't currently see any special cheat codes he has, so he shouldn't be targeted and tormented by any guy.

As for his martial spirit, barring any unforeseen circumstances...

"Hiss, I knew it!"

In the center of the square, Ning Fan, who arrived late, had already taken his place.

Soon, within the six-pointed star magic circle, seven-colored light shone brightly, and the boy enveloped in the colorful light felt his vision become somewhat blurred.

Where the seven-colored light gathered, a pagoda over a foot tall appeared in Ning Fan's hand.

"I knew it... it really is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda..."