After reading the letter,Dongfang Yao couldn't help but fantasize about the future, that her brother would come riding on auspicious clouds to marry her... no, to pick her up!
She smiled slightly and wrote back:
[I love you, brother!]
After calming her excited heart, Dongfang Yao put on a serious face, adopting a grief-stricken expression as if her brother had died.
If she were in front of Dongfang Jing, her acting skills wouldn't last even a second; her eyes would become shifty, and she would make many small movements.
But in front of others...
Led by the sect disciples, she arrived at the sect's council hall.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Ning Rongrong, and other sect elders were already waiting there.
Ning Fengzhi said, "Elders, this is Sword Douluo's newly accepted disciple yesterday, Dongfang Yao."
"I... I'm called Dongfang Yao. Greetings, elders." Dongfang Yao gave everyone a very awkward bow.
Gu Rong stared wide-eyed, puzzled, "Wasn't it supposed to be a boy? How did it turn into a girl?"
Ning Fengzhi sighed softly and recounted the events of that day, emphasizing Dongfang Jing's exceptional talent.
After hearing this account, everyone wore expressions of regret.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School might have missed out on a future Title Douluo!
Ning Fengzhi turned to an elder and instructed, "Elder Song, please lead a hundred disciples into the forest later to see if the boy has survived."
"Yes, Sect Master."
The topic returned to Dongfang Yao.
A bearded elder stepped forward, first bowing to Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, then asked, "Sword Douluo, since you are willing to take this girl as your disciple, she must have extraordinary abilities. Is it her innate soul power that is outstanding, or the quality of her martial soul?"
This elder was quite resentful; his son possessed innate level five soul power and his martial soul quality was not bad, yet he had been flatly refused when he wanted to become Chen Xin's disciple.
The other elders shared similar thoughts.
Chen Xin wasn't angry, but instead said gently to Dongfang Yao, "Disciple, show your martial soul to the elders."
As he spoke, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Gu Rong.
Gu Rong frowned, feeling that this old swordsman was unusually smug today.
"Yes, Master," Dongfang Yao replied, her eyes swirling with starlight, a purple soul ring rising beneath her feet, and the Star Sword appearing in her hand.
This scene left all the elders dumbfounded, even Gu Rong couldn't help but stand up. Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.
"The first ring in a thousand years! I'm not seeing things, am I?"
"Level nineteen soul power! How old is this girl?"
"The quality of this martial soul... hiss, I can't see through it!"
The elders whispered among themselves, now they had to admit defeat.
Chen Xin nodded in satisfaction, his gaze softening as he looked at Dongfang Yao, but his tone towards the elders was exceptionally serious: "This disciple of mine possesses innate full soul power, her martial soul is the mutated Star Sword, and she is a rare sword-training prodigy. Do any of you have any further questions?"
The elders exchanged glances,and finally, the bearded elder spoke up: "Congratulations to Sword Douluo on gaining such a distinguished disciple.
However, I wonder why this young lady's first soul ring is an unprecedented thousand years? Is there some special method involved? If we could find out, the strength of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would surely rise to a new level!"
Ning Fengzhi's lips curled slightly; this was exactly what he wanted to ask.
He had originally thought that Dongfang Jing simply had a special physique, but now it seemed she indeed possessed a special method.
He followed up, "Yao'er, could you tell me how you absorbed the thousand-year soul ring?"
Hearing this, Dongfang Yao's eyes reddened, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed, "It was...it was...my brother concocted a potion for me to drink, and then took me to the sea to hunt soul beasts. I did as he instructed, and I easily absorbed the soul ring."
"A potion?" Ning Fengzhi's eyes lit up. "Do you know how to make this potion?"
Dongfang Yao shook her head: "I don't know why my brother is always so mysterious. He said I don't need to worry about these things, sob sob sob, brother, Yao'er misses you so much." With that, she stood in the center of the hall and began to cry.
"Daddy!" Ning Rongrong whispered. Even this little devil understood that she shouldn't bring up sad things in front of someone who had lost a loved one.
She ran down the steps and pulled the tearful Dongfang Yao to Chen Xin's side. "Don't cry,my disciple," Chen Xin comforted her, frowning slightly as he looked at Ning Fengzhi. "Sect Master..."
Ning Fengzhi realized he had been too hasty and felt somewhat embarrassed.
He took out a gold card and handed it to Dongfang Yao: "Yao'er, it was my fault. There are 200,000 gold soul coins in this card. Buy whatever you like. Can you forgive your uncle?"
Seeing this, Dongfang Yao first looked at Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong. Seeing them nod, she took the gold card and whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Ning. Yao'er doesn't blame you."
Ning Fengzhi laughed, and the topic was dropped.
But Chen Xin raised an eyebrow at Gu Rong and coughed lightly, his meaning clear.
Gu Rong's face was stern, his expression displeased.
'What incredible luck this old swordsman had to get such a talented and adorable disciple?!'
But under everyone's watchful eyes, he couldn't show any reaction.
He could only take out a pair of bracelets: "Little girl, although you already have a storage soul tool, you shouldn't have too many, right? These bracelets are for you; there are 100,000 gold soul coins inside. Ask me for more when you've used them up."
Originally, it was just a polite remark; Gu Rong didn't intend to give any more money—ask your master for more.
But hearing Dongfang Yao softly say, "Thank you, Grandpa Gu,"he thought giving her some more pocket money wouldn't be a bad idea.
After the elders dispersed, only six people remained in the hall.
Chen Xin glanced smugly at Gu Rong and said gently to Dongfang Yao, "Disciple, come with me to practice swordsmanship."
"Yes, Master!" Dongfang Yao replied obediently.
"Wait! I want to go too!" Ning Rongrong skipped after the two.
Watching the three figures leave, Gu Rong couldn't help but show a hint of envy.
Ning Fengzhi pondered thoughtfully, still pondering the mysterious potion mentioned by Dongfang Yao.
The elder surnamed Song stepped forward and bowed, asking, "Sect Master, should we still lead people into the forest to search for that boy?"
"Of course we should search," Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Although the chances of survival are slim, what if a miracle occurs? However, you only need to search the mixed zone; do not venture too deep. If we encounter a horde of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, the loss of disciples would be a greater loss."
"But what if the boy isn't in the mixed zone, but has entered the core zone?"
"Heh," Ning Fengzhi shook his head dismissively. "Even Title Douluos dare not linger in the core zone of the Star Dou Great Forest, let alone a Soul Venerable being hunted. I'll trouble Elder Song."
"Yes, sir."
After Elder Song took his leave, Gu Rong asked, "Fengzhi, do you think that potion truly exists?"
"It should be." Ning Fengzhi lightly touched his sleeve. "Otherwise, how do you explain the unusual soul ring configuration of the siblings?"
He sighed softly, "It's a pity that the girl is still young and relies on her brother for everything. If she knew the formula, Rongrong might also be able to absorb a high-age soul ring."
"Do you think that girl might be acting?"
"Acting?" Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "Not everyone is as precocious as that boy. A girl not even seven years old, yet she imitates others even when bowing. If she can act so convincingly, that's truly remarkable."
"That's true," Gu Rong nodded. "I hope that boy is still alive."
"I hope so."
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