NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1 Ning Rongrong
The girl with short ear-length hair sat cross-legged, with her hands folded in front of her body. The luxurious clothes on her body were gently fluttering with the dense breath floating around her body.
The girl's eyebrows raised slightly, and a vivid expression appeared on her face.
"The day after tomorrow you will succeed."
The murmuring voice broke the peaceful atmosphere.
The girl exhaled softly, slowly opened her eyes, and stood up from sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"Six years..."
In his previous life, he was a martial arts enthusiast. When he was looking for the treasures to break through the realm, he accidentally ran into an avalanche that had never happened in a century.
When he regained consciousness again, he found that he had traveled to Douluo Continent, and his gender had also changed from "he" to "she". His identity was still Ning Rongrong, the youngest daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect.
Yes, it’s the little witch from the original work.
From being at a loss at the beginning to accepting it now, just in the past few years, sometimes I have to lament people's ability to adapt.
But there was one thing that Ning Rongrong couldn't let go of.
The martial arts practiced in the previous life seemed to be subject to certain restrictions in Douluo Continent.
"If you become a martial artist the day after tomorrow, Lin Daiyu can't even pull up a weeping willow tree."
"If you tell me this kind of thing, do you dare to believe it?"
Unless he could feel his true energy nourishing his meridians, Ning Rongrong would have suspected that his cultivation method was imported from Xibei, and that he had bought two knives from an online store in his previous life.
"Does it have something to do with Wuhun?" Ning Rongrong does not reject Wuhun, but she vaguely feels that awakening Wuhun will have an impact on the current way of cultivation, and this impact is likely to be negative.
"Miss, the martial soul awakening ceremony has begun. The sect master wants you to go over now." When Ning Rongrong was thinking about things, the voice of the maid came from outside the courtyard gate.
Ning Rongrong retracted her thoughts, glanced at the closed door, and answered casually:
"I understand, you go down first."
After the maid left, Ning Rongrong rubbed her temples with her hands.
"Will my martial spirit be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"
While practicing, Ning Rongrong noticed the existence of Wuhun.
She did not touch that point to activate the martial spirit.
Awakening your martial soul in advance, if something unexpected happens, you won't be able to cry at all.
Ning Rongrong opened the door and walked towards the main hall.
Today is the day when the martial soul awakens once a year.
"Some are happy and some are sad!"
When we came to the main hall, there were "scenes of warmth and warmth in the human world" everywhere.
The child who awakened his martial soul and had soul power was very happy, but the child whose martial soul was scum and had no soul power had a painful expression on his face, and his eyes were dull and dull.
The Qibao Glazed Sect also has many ordinary people.
The awakening of a martial spirit is an uncertain factor. Although you can increase the probability of having soul power and becoming a soul master when awakening by taking a medicinal bath to a certain extent, the medicinal materials are rare and expensive, and not everyone has this opportunity.
Ordinary people without soul power and unable to become soul masters can only do some errand work for the sect, but they are still members of the sect after all, and their lives are much better than those of ordinary civilians outside the sect.
Ning Rongrong squeezed through the crowd and reached the high platform at the front.
"Dad, I'm coming."
In front of him was an elegant middle-aged man, with an old man standing on his left and right, none other than Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Ning Rongrong greeted the three of them one after another.
"Rong Rong, are you busy again?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded.
Ning Fengzhi also knew about his own cultivation.
I was anxious at first, but gave in due to Ning Rongrong's insistence.
After all, Ning Rongrong had not awakened his martial spirit.
In all aspects, he has reached the physical fitness of an average soul master.
Therefore, Ning Fengzhi was worried about this practice method, but he did not say it out loud.
Ning Fengzhi brought Ning Rongrong to the Wuhun Awakening Stone.
"Rongrong, put your hand up."
"Um."
Ning Rongrong looked at the large basketball crystal ball and placed his hands on it with ease.
I have watched Awakening of the Martial Spirit many times over the years.
The moment my palm touched the Awakening Stone.
Bright light emerged from the Awakening Stone, and the light became brighter and brighter, slowly forming the outline of the pagoda.
On its side, a scale from 1 to 10 is engraved.
Seeing the beating luster on the scale, the expression on Ning Fengzhi's face became more and more surprised.
"The martial spirit is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled a little, "The initial soul power level is nine, no, nine and a half..."
"Wow!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong spurted a mouthful of blood.
Scarlet blood sprinkled on the clear crystal ball.
"Rongrong!"
Ning Fengzhi quickly reached out and hugged his daughter, and the two titled Douluo also appeared, standing beside Ning Fengzhi, quickly checking Ning Rongrong's status.
After realizing that Ning Rongrong did not have any major accidents and only fainted temporarily, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes slowly opened.
Her eyes were confused.
"What am I doing?"
Ning Rongrong's murmuring voice attracted the attention of Ning Fengzhi and others, and the three of them quickly gathered around the bed.
"Rong Rong, you suddenly fainted when you awakened your martial spirit, which shocked your father." Ning Fengzhi had a worried look on his face.
"Yes, at that time..." Ning Rongrong sat up from the bed with all her strength. Seeing her daughter's weakness, Ning Fengzhi quickly put her hand on Ning Rongrong's back to support her.
Ning Rongrong's childish face gave people the pale look of someone recovering from a serious illness.
"Rong Rong, don't practice any more skills." Sword Douluo said seriously.
"That's right." Bone Douluo also agreed, "We don't have to ask where you came from the technique you practice, but it can make a bitch rest for more than a month to recover. This kind of evil technique is unreasonable no matter how you think about it. It’s not something a child like you can practice wantonly.”
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo examined Ning Rongrong's physical condition in detail.
There was a strange energy in Ning Rongrong's body.
This energy conflicts with one's own soul power, causing one to become comatose when the martial soul awakens.
When Ning Rongrong's practice was discovered, Ning Fengzhi was worried about the danger and ordered Ning Rongrong to reveal the practice, otherwise she would not be allowed to practice.
As a result, Sword Douluo, who was as curious as a cat, believed that the technique was theoretically feasible.
After practicing according to the above movement track several times, a reverse flow of soul power occurred, which almost killed me. With two dark circles under my eyes, I struggled for more than a month to eliminate the sequelae of the practice.
With Bone Douluo's reminder, Ning Fengzhi also recalled what happened and said to Ning Rongrong:
"It's not worth leaving your future uncertain for an unknown skill. You have a brighter future."
"No." Ning Rongrong shook his head, "Just think of it as my willfulness! I can't promise you to give up cultivation."
"Rongrong! You are at the ninth and a half level of innate soul power. You may even have full innate soul power." If Ning Rongrong hadn't suddenly passed out and stopped the awakening ceremony, the soul power might have continued to rise.
"Dad, I know." Ning Rongrong stretched out his palm, and a small and exquisite pagoda floated out of his palm, "Level 10 innate soul power."
In Ning Fengzhi's slightly trembling eyes, he was sure that his innate soul power was full.
Ning Rongrong took back the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with a very serious expression: "Can you give me some time? Just three years will be enough. I am confident that I can solve my problems."
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