"Fengzhi, sneaking around to spy—seems you still can't rest easy!"
"Ah, if only I could truly set my mind at ease regarding Dugu Yan's situation."
"Then why did you leave it to Rongrong to handle?" Sword Douluo said somewhat displeased.
"Let's see first. I want to know if my useless daughter has a solution."
Ning Fengzhi and the other two hovered high in the air, looking down from above. The scene of Dugu Yan losing control happened to be fully visible to them, yet none of the three made any move to intervene.
"What if Rongrong can't handle it?" Grandpa Bone's face showed concern.
The last time Dugu Yan went berserk, it took several Title Douluo just to contain the poison within a certain range.
And back then, Dugu Yan had only recently broken through to Soul Emperor. Now, she was already at level 65.
"If there's no other way, Dugu Yan will have to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for the time being," Ning Fengzhi sighed.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda wasn't just him and a few Title Douluo elders. If Dugu Yan didn't leave, many other sect disciples would have to.
Otherwise, if Dugu Yan lost control again and couldn't be restrained in time—
The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda might end up looking like it had been plowed through by Dugu Bo's ninth soul skill.
"I've already discussed this with Dugu Bo, and he agreed."
"Dugu Yan's psychological pressure isn't small!" Sword Douluo's tone was calm but carried a hint of lament. "Her emotions now have a much greater influence on the toxins of her Misfortune Poison Body than before."
Before, as long as Dugu Bo was present, a heartfelt call could bring her back to her senses, allowing her to slowly rein in the poisonous mist.
But now? Forget clarity—it felt like her very consciousness was being corroded by the poison.
This was far worse than when Dugu Bo had yet to condense his poison core and was still in his "eccentric state."
"That's exactly why I'm worried," Ning Fengzhi sighed.
"Ning Tian's talent in soul tools is quite impressive. I never expected that after modifying this soul tool, it would trigger Dugu Yan's emotions and cause the Misfortune Poison to spiral out of control."
The seventh-ranked soul tool in Ning Tian's hands possessed remarkable purification abilities.
It could weaken the poison's erosion to some extent, which was why Ning Tian had been allowed to bring it from the Soul Tool Pavilion to show his would-be "girlfriend" Ye Lengleng and let her try it out.
Yet, who could've predicted this outcome? Truly, the most unexpected things happen when you least expect them.
"If not absolutely necessary, I wouldn't want Dugu Yan to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to live outside either," Ning Fengzhi said, equally troubled.
Though designating a secluded area for Dugu Yan wouldn't be an issue—
It would still feel like exile. Even if Dugu Bo claimed not to mind, he would inevitably care deep down and would likely follow her there.
Watching the spreading poison below, Ning Fengzhi frowned.
Dugu Yan was still only a Soul Emperor. The toxins she released could still be suppressed by old-timers like them.
But if she reached Soul Sage—or even Soul Douluo—containing her would become far more difficult.
The gap between Soul Sage and those below it was immense. Losing control while also activating her Martial Soul True Body would truly ensure the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda achieved "stability" in the graveyard first.
"If Rongrong finds out we just stood by and watched, she might get angry."
"Bone Elder, do you really think Rongrong doesn't know?"
"Even if she can't sense our presence nearby, she can still deduce it," Ning Fengzhi chuckled.
"She knows my personality well. With a situation like Dugu Yan's, there's no way we'd just leave without concern."
"You father and daughter—always talking and acting like you're playing guerrilla warfare," Grandpa Bone shook his head with a sigh.
"Let's move closer, old bone. If something really goes wrong, we can still intervene in time." Sword Douluo was far more level-headed, unlike a certain defense-type soul master with the surname "Gu" who only knew how to charge in recklessly.
Grandpa Bone nodded, this time not arguing with Sword Douluo. He adjusted the spatial barrier slightly closer to the training field to prevent any accidents where they couldn't respond in time.
On the hill, at the training field.
Pale green poisonous mist spread outward, suppressed to a small area by Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor's poison. Yet, some of the vaporized toxins still seeped through.
At this moment, the importance of the Nine Heart Begonia became evident.
Ye Renxin relied on brute-force healing to wear down the poisonous mist, while Ning Tian and the others were shielded behind him.
Sweat beaded on Ye Renxin's forehead as he glanced at Dugu Bo, who was struggling to hold the toxins back.
"Old Poison, this time seems a bit different from before!"
"I know. Yan Yan's soul power has increased, and…" Dugu Bo waved a hand, clearing a small, toxin-free space beside him.
"Renxin and I will stay to stop the poison from spreading. The rest of you, use the Wind Wings to notify the sect master and the two elders immediately."
"Got it." Ning Tian and the others nodded, finally understanding why they had been instructed to bring the flying soul tool Wind Wings.
So it was for emergency alerts! They quickly retrieved the Wind Wings from their storage soul tools.
"No need to notify them. Dad already knows what's happening here. But this time, I'll handle it."
A sudden voice rang out, its familiar tone sending a surge of relief through Dugu Bo, who had been anxious for two and a half years.
"Rongrong? Ning Rongrong!?"
"Mhm, it's me."
As Ning Rongrong's voice faded, she stepped out from her concealed position. Her pinkish, slightly wavy hair left Dugu Bo momentarily stunned.
Ning Rongrong formed a few hand seals, and a streak of white light descended from the sky.
"Boom—"
The ground trembled faintly.
"This… what is this?"
The white light had fallen too quickly for anyone to see clearly. Only after the dust settled did they recognize the object embedded in the ground—
A sword engraved with strange characters, half-buried in the soil, its surface radiating rippling white light.
"Though I can't use my martial soul for now, which is a bit troublesome, with the Glazed Sacred Sword, it's more than enough!"
Angel Sacred Sword?
What kind of thing was that? Never heard of it.
Since it's already taken my shape, I'll name it whatever I want.
The Glazed Sacred Sword emitted a purifying glow, swiftly dispersing the poisonous mist covering the mountaintop. Even Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Serpent poison weakened rapidly.
"Rongrong, this sword…" Dugu Bo was astonished. Even just looking at it, he could sense the sword's uniqueness—it carried an aura of sacred purity.
"Beautiful, isn't it? I snatched it from Qian Daoliu a few years ago."
"Now, it's mine."
Though the Misfortune Poison was potent, at Dugu Yan's current level, it still couldn't compare to the Angel Sacred Sword—no, the Glazed Sacred Sword—which had been nourished by faith and divine power for years.
Especially its purification ability. Under the influence of her Xiantian-level zhenqi, the sword continuously radiated an intense purifying effect.
As the poisonous mist dissipated, Dugu Yan's figure, previously obscured by the thick toxins, was finally revealed.
At this moment, she was on her hands and knees, her silver-white hair swaying gently. Her pupils had turned deep green, and between ragged breaths, she muttered:
"Go back… please go back… I don't want to… I don't want to hurt everyone…"