"Young Master Ning's" Troubles

"It really is it..."

Amidst the seven-colored light, Ning Fan stared at the exquisitely crafted pagoda in his palm and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The reason he dared to be so relaxed in this situation was that he had long anticipated this outcome.

When it comes to what constitutes a useless martial soul, the first thing that comes to mind might be Blue Silver Grass. But at least Blue Silver Grass has no cultivation limit. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, although hailed as the number one support-type martial soul in the world, also has a fatal weakness.

That means it can only have a maximum of seven spirit rings attached to it!

In other words, a Soul Master with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul can only reach the peak of Soul Saint in their lifetime, unless they can find the legendary immortal herb and complete the evolution.

"Ning Fan, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power Level 5!"

As the light faded, and Ning Fan stared at the exquisite pagoda in his hand with a bitter expression, the elder had already completed the soul power test and made it public.

Although he inherited the sect's direct lineage martial soul, his innate level five soul power did not cause much of a stir among the crowd. He just barely crossed the threshold of becoming a core disciple, and his talent was mediocre.

Sigh, no martial soul mutation occurred. I'm stuck with this crippled martial soul for the rest of my life...

With a sigh, Ning Fan suddenly felt his vision blur and a pang of sorrow welled up in his bloodshot eyes.

But he quickly composed himself, his face regaining its refined smile. After bowing to the elder, he quietly slipped into the crowd.

The awakening ceremony continues, and the little farce of someone being late is now over.

"Wow, you dare to be late at a time like this? Are you addicted to helping old ladies?"

After the boy returned to the edge of the square as if nothing had happened, a reproachful voice rang out behind him.

Looking back, Ning Fan gently brushed aside a strand of platinum blonde hair from his temple, and a red-haired girl with her arms crossed suddenly came into view.

"Sigh, Cousin Ning Fan, you really went too far this time. You even dared to be late for the awakening ceremony. Although there was a reason, this has happened far too many times. Dad is really going to scold you this time."

Ning Tian and Wu Feng held hands. As Ning Fan's cousin, Ning Tian knew all too well what kind of mess Ning Fan had made.

This kid, regardless of his status and the obstruction of his guards, helps this person and saves that person all day long. He uses his pocket money to take care of the elderly in the city, and sometimes he even uses it to subsidize some down-on-their-luck Soul Masters. He has completely embodied the ultimate in "virtue".

This doesn't seem like something a six-year-old could do, but he did it anyway, earning him the nickname "Young Master Ning".

This wasn't some rubbish system at work; it was Ning Fan's own doing.

He had already prepared for the worst. If his strength really stopped at the Soul Saint level, he would be far from enough in the era of the peerless Tang Sect, where talents emerged in abundance, and he would be destined to be bought for free.

Of course, it's not impossible that he might be captured and used as a prostitute when the Sun Moon Empire brings its army of soul-guided technology to the border; that would truly be a fate worse than death.

It's better to use money to gain the support of ordinary people than to be robbed later.

"Hehe, I'll explain things to my uncle myself."

Ning Fan put his hands behind his head and smiled elegantly. However, after staring at Wu Feng for a while, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"However, I'm not like some people who are afraid of not being able to see their sister again and can't sleep at night, or even cry."

"I get to be with Ning Tian every single day. Oh, and by the way, she even secretly slept in my room on rainy days before, especially when it was thundering..."

"Ning Fan, shut up!"

Before the boy could finish speaking, a small hand reached out to grab him, but he dodged it in time and slipped away, leaving behind only a sly smile.

When his attack missed, Wu Feng stomped his feet in anger and chased after the arrogant fellow like a madman, determined to teach him a lesson.

"Hey, you two... don't run so fast!"

The two bickering and joking ran off quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Ning Tian had no choice but to chase after them from a distance.

Before we knew it, it was dusk.

After grabbing Ning Fan and rolling around on the grass a few times, Wu Feng finally felt better. After all, they were all just kids; their tempers flared up quickly and subsided just as fast.

After dinner, the three of them reconciled and flew kites as the weather got warmer.

As the setting sun painted the sky red, two girls were laughing and playing on the riverbank next to Jiubao City, watching their kite fly higher and higher.

The wind is quite noisy today.

A slightly autumnal breeze rustled the yellowing lawns on both sides of the riverbank. On the riverbank stood several burly guards, their eyes fixed on two girls playing on the shore.

Ning Fan, sitting on the lawn by the river, was also watching the two girls laughing and joking.

He always felt that his vision was somewhat blurred, and his heart was as chaotic as a lone weed in the wind.

"I thought I'd finally get some kind of cheat system, and I've been waiting like a fool for so many years... Sigh, in the end, it's still just my ancestral useless martial soul?"

He had assumed that the transmigrator system was standard equipment, but reality told him that he didn't have anything that convenient for him.

If this were the era of Douluo Continent I, even without a system, Ning Fan, who possessed the ancestral Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, would never be so pessimistic. But this is Douluo Continent II.

That ordinary titled Douluo is no longer here, and his garden, which contained countless immortal herbs, has now become the Tang family's private treasure trove. Not to mention, there are some immortal herbs that have become sentient.

I remember that even in Douluo Continent III, Tang Wulin only managed to suppress the troublesome immortal herb because of his extraordinary bloodline.

Ning Fan had nothing but an endless supply of gold coins.

If I want to evolve my martial soul and break through the seven-ring limit, then I guess I can only become the Tang family's number two loyal dog...

Thinking of this, even the usually refined and easygoing young man couldn't help but sigh softly.

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"What's wrong, Fan'er? You look pale."

Just as Ning Fan was looking up at the sky in frustration, a tall figure appeared silently behind him.

The newcomer was a gentle man who looked to be in his early forties. He was none other than Ning Yunqing, the current sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Uncle, today I..."

Ning Fan quickly got up, wanting to explain what happened that morning, but Ning Yunqing gently pressed him down.

"Heh, Fan'er did nothing wrong, so why has he ever explained himself to me? He's late, so be it."

The man spoke gently, exuding an air of nobility in every gesture, and his eyes were full of doting affection as he looked at Ning Fan.

It is said that the sect leader treats Ning Fan like his own son, which is not wrong at all. After all, Ning Fan has been raised by his uncle Ning Yunqing since he can remember. He has not neglected chess, calligraphy and painting. The strict education has shaped the young man's refined character.

As for the reason, it's a bit embarrassing to say.

Ning Fan's biological father, whom he had never met and who was also Ning Yunqing's younger brother, was a womanizer.

Even though his wife was pregnant, he couldn't break the habit, and in the end, he died outside due to excessive indulgence...

Upon learning this news, Ning Fan's mother, Cao, fell ill and eventually passed away after giving birth to her child.

This incident was arguably the biggest scandal in the recent history of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. Cao's maternal family avoided the child like the plague, and even the elders were unwilling to accept the fetus. In the end, it was Ning Zong who overruled the objections and kept the child.

Even Ning Fan's name was given to him by his uncle, Ning Yunqing, who only hoped that he could live an ordinary life, or even not become a Soul Master.

At worst, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School can support him for the rest of his life.

The strictness that Sect Leader Ning showed to Ning Fan from childhood was a way of making up for his own failure to educate his younger brother properly.

Fortunately, Ning Fan's performance was outstanding. He was a child of good character, kind and generous, and he did not disappoint his uncle's expectations over the years.

However, most of the elders in the sect did not give Ning Fan a good look, and even less respect than the people in Jiubao City showed to "Young Master Ning," which was in stark contrast to Ning Yunqing's doting affection.

The more Ning Yunqing doted on him, the more uncomfortable Ning Fan felt.

He desperately wanted to repay his uncle for taking such good care of him, but what could he do at his age?

He thought his scumbag father, whom he had never met, could bring him some surprises and awaken a different kind of martial soul, but the ancestral Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda still limited Ning Fan's cultivation level.

This is so frustrating.

Sect Leader Ning naturally saw the boy's distress, but he guessed the reason for it wrong.

"Fan'er, don't be discouraged. So what if you have a level 5 innate soul power? You've just passed the threshold for becoming a core disciple of our sect, haven't you? The sect elders won't take this opportunity to make things difficult for you."

Ning Yunqing gently stroked Ning Fan's hair, then looked back at Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who were laughing and joking on the riverbank.

"Hehe, you are all very outstanding children, and your future achievements will surely surpass mine. I cannot let you bury your talents."

"In about three days, the teachers I invited from Shrek Academy will arrive. At that time, all the core disciples of our sect will first lay their foundation under their guidance before learning the true knowledge of Soul Masters."

"I can teach you the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and I can also provide you with the best of everything. But how to become a Soul Master, and what kind of Soul Master to become, I don't have the ability to teach you. You can only rely on yourselves to figure it out."

"However, Fan'er, your uncle respects your choice. Even if you don't want to suffer, you don't have to become a Soul Master. In our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, you can do whatever you want!"

In fact, Ning Yunqing really wanted to add a sentence at the end: "Just don't end up like your father."

But Ning Fan had already quietly turned his head away, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind.