The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's main assembly hall.
Unrelated personnel like Shui Bing'er had already left.
At this moment, only Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Grandpa Bone, Dugu Bo, and Ye Renxin remained in the hall.
After settling Dugu Yan, who was still unconscious, Dugu Bo arrived with a heavy heart.
As the master of both medicine and poison on the Douluo Continent, even if he didn't fully understand the situation, he could tell Dugu Yan's condition was extremely dire.
"Rongrong, can you explain your plan in detail? I'm really worried about Yan Yan."
Dugu Bo took a seat, his face clouded with anxiety—clear evidence that Dugu Yan's condition was far from optimistic.
Earlier at the training grounds, Ning Rongrong had vaguely mentioned a solution, but Dugu Bo remained uneasy.
"I didn't anticipate Sister Yan's situation either. For that, I apologize to you, Senior Dugu."
Dugu Yan's fear of poison stemmed from the loss of her parents—something Ning Rongrong would never have guessed. Who would have thought someone who wielded poison would instinctively fear it?
Without giving Dugu Bo a chance to speak, Ning Rongrong continued, "But there is a solution. However, we'll need the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for the next steps."
"Like when you helped Yan Yan condense her Misfortune Poison Body years ago?" Dugu Bo pressed.
"No, not like that." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "The Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well has the ability to neutralize toxins—something you're well aware of, Senior Dugu."
"I plan to artificially engrave a balancing formation on Sister Yan's martial soul—one that can harmonize the serpentine toxins of her martial soul with the conflicting nature of her Misfortune Poison Body."
"Engraving a formation on a martial soul? Is that even possible?" Ning Fengzhi frowned deeply.
Every time Ning Rongrong returned, she always brought some new, outrageous idea.
Now she wanted to modify a martial soul itself?
"Theoretically, I can't do it." Ning Rongrong glanced at her father. "But I have this."
A sword materialized in her hand, its blade etched with strange patterns and radiating a sacred aura.
"The Angel Sacred Sword—a weapon once wielded by the Angel God, a first-rank deity of the Spirit Hall."
"A treasure infused with tens of thousands of years of the Angel Clan's faith, along with divine power embedded in the blade. With this, I can accomplish what would otherwise be impossible at this stage."
"The Angel Sacred Sword…" Ye Renxin muttered, awed despite himself.
Damn, the young sect master had even gotten her hands on the Spirit Hall's heirloom.
Ignoring Ye Renxin's astonishment, Ning Rongrong pondered briefly before speaking. "Explaining the details would take too long."
"In short, we need the Fire Clan's Seven-Colored Flame Stone to restabilize the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."
"The other issue is that Dugu Yan's psychological fear of poison must be mitigated—otherwise, this won't work."
She retrieved a jade box from her storage bracelet and turned to Ye Renxin.
"Senior Ye, I recall you have good relations with the Fire Clan. This is a celestial herb called the Phoenix Crested Grass—it can enhance the aptitude and talent of fire-attribute soul masters."
"I'd like you to take this to the Fire Clan and exchange it for the Seven-Colored Flame Stone."
"If this isn't enough, they can name their price—as long as it's not outrageous."
After speaking, Ning Rongrong glanced at Ning Fengzhi, who remained silent.
Her gaze returned to Ye Renxin, her tone turning grave.
"If they refuse to trade, then don't blame the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for being impolite!"
"T-This… Young Master." Ye Renxin forced a bitter smile. "Understood."
It seemed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was determined to obtain the Seven-Colored Flame Stone by any means.
"Rongrong, I could handle this matter myself," Dugu Bo interjected, eyeing the jade box.
"No, Senior Dugu must remain at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Whether it's stabilizing the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well or guarding the sect, your presence is indispensable."
"Right now, apart from me, you're the only one in the sect who truly understands the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."
"I'll take Sister Yan to Heaven Dou City and see if Tang Yuehua's Noble's Halo can help."
Ning Rongrong sighed.
"Father will need both Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone to accompany him. Right now, whether it's the Spirit Hall or the Clear Sky Sect, both have Limit Douluo at level 99."
"Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is comparable to those factions, it's only in relative terms. If Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone were to separate, given the quasi-godly strength of Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, there's a real chance they might not return."
"Moreover, we don't know where the Star Dou Great Forest stands either."
It had been over two years, and Bi Ji hadn't even glanced in the sect's direction.
Who knew what schemes were brewing?
"So that's why, Rongrong. Two years ago, you insisted that the sect's top figures must always move together," Sword Douluo remarked thoughtfully.
"Exactly. I don't want to gamble with odds. Some bets, if lost, could bring disaster."
"Senior Dugu—"
"Rongrong, I understand. I know what's at stake," Dugu Bo waved his hand.
His granddaughter's situation was critical, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was also walking on thin ice.
After all, the sect's level 99 strength relied entirely on buff stacking.
The Spirit Hall had Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, and a host of elders. The Clear Sky Sect had Tang Chen, Tang Xiao, and others.
Among the three supreme factions, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the weakest.
What?
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?
Why even mention that minor sect?
The final decision was made: Ye Renxin would take the Phoenix Crested Grass to the Four Elements City.
After discussing with Shui Cangyue, he would pressure or persuade the Fire Clan into willingly handing over the Seven-Colored Flame Stone.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong's group found an auspicious location within the sect.
"This spot should work." Dugu Bo stroked his chin. "It's remote, with little foot traffic, but close enough to the Alchemy Pavilion for me to retrieve ingredients whenever needed."
Ning Rongrong nodded and summoned her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The pagoda emitted a soft glow as it expanded, its light spilling onto the ground.
The reflection of a blue and red lake materialized, shifting from illusory to solid.
Witnessing this miraculous feat—yet another bizarre function of Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—Dugu Bo couldn't help but marvel.
But moments later, his brow furrowed.
"Rongrong, the temperatures of the flame and ice springs seem slightly different from before."
"They are." Ning Rongrong briefly recounted the events in the Far North to Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, and the others.
By the time she finished, Dugu Bo's eyelid was twitching.
"You're saying the bones in the ice spring were sealing the soul energy of a first-rank deity?"
"Mhm. I obtained it by accident. Don't worry about it."
"The temperature difference is because the two springs aren't in equilibrium. Before I left, I couldn't find a suitable object to act as the formation's core."
With that, Ning Rongrong tossed the Angel Sacred Sword into the flame spring.
Instantly, the entire Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well erupted with radiant light.
Now, it looked exactly as it had in the Sunset Forest—perfectly balanced, without the violent fluctuations of before.