After Ning Rongrong's detailed explanation.
Ning Yun and Ye Lengleng, who touched the light orbs, sat cross-legged in meditation and entered cultivation.
Ning Rongrong first came to the bedside and slightly checked Ning Tian's condition.
"Hmm..."
Well, a very nice little sister.
Affected by the God of Love's dissipating divine soul for too long, there's no way to change back.
However, there shouldn't be any aftereffects or the like.
Who made you called Ning Tian!
If you don't change gender, who will?
Probably the second... cough cough, second sister will be very happy when she wakes up!
After all, on a whim, she can experience the pleasures of both genders, hehehe~
After confirming that Ning Tian was fine, Ning Rongrong withdrew the hand she had placed on her forehead.
She unhurriedly came to Ning Fengzhi's side and took a deep breath: "Congratulations, Father, you have another beautiful daughter."
"Eh, you don't like it?"
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
Looking at Ning Rongrong with a surprised expression on her face, Ning Fengzhi didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Is this a matter of liking or not?
From Rongrong's meaning, Ning Tian changing back or not was already set in stone?
"That Rongrong..." Ning Fengzhi coughed lightly twice, putting on a righteous face. "Can't your second brother's abnormality be restored?"
Ning Fengzhi still held a tiny bit of hope—what if it could?
"What's wrong? Having one more daughter is so unacceptable to you?"
"No, I mean, Ning Tian might not be used to it." Ning Fengzhi shifted his gaze away from Ning Rongrong. "If he can't accept it, it might be quite troublesome."
"What's the big deal?" Ning Rongrong spread her hands. "Ye Lengleng doesn't mind Ning Tian's gender at all. You're overthinking it!"
"Cough cough~" Ye Renxin finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up. "Young Sect Master, our Nine Heart Begonia lineage has been passed down singly."
"Senior Ye, the curse on Lengleng-jie has already been lifted. You promised you wouldn't interfere with her choices, remember?"
"But..."
Ye Renxin's mouth twitched. Was this Ning Rongrong truly not understanding, or pretending not to?
Seeing Ye Renxin anxious like an ant on a hot pot, his eyelids twitching nonstop, Ning Rongrong smiled slightly:
"As long as the strength is sufficient, creating life isn't too difficult."
"If you're worried about the inheritance issue with the Nine Heart Begonia, you can rest assured on that point."
"For example, like me now, using my own blood, I can create life. It's a bit troublesome, but in terms of the martial soul, at least it's at the level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"Rongrong, you..."
Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Ning Rongrong's next words blocked him.
"However, in terms of cost-effectiveness, of course, it can't compare to a certain great sect master going out to branch and scatter leaves."
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
Don't think that just because you didn't say the name, I don't know who you're referring to.
"Rongrong, skip this topic." Black lines covered Ning Fengzhi's forehead.
After fusing with Tokisaki Kurumi, Ning Rongrong's personality had become even more mischievous than before; teasing her own father was no longer something she avoided in front of others.
"I know, I know."
Ning Rongrong chuckled,
"A certain great sect master is anxious, huh? Then let's not discuss this serious matter—change the topic!"
Ning Rongrong's originally teasing tone became slightly serious as she said:
"Regarding Ning Tian's side, I really have no way. The time has been delayed too long; although the soul hasn't fully stabilized, it can't be changed back."
The God of Love had originally changed Ning Tian's state precisely for possession; if it could be changed back, then why change it at all.
What Ning Rongrong had severed was only the portion of the God of Love's will that was preparing to erode Ning Tian's soul; she hadn't stopped the rest.
The initial fusion of the two's divine soul auras ensured that Ning Tian's consciousness and memories wouldn't be affected—that was already the limit of what could be done.
To draw out and peel away the God of Love's infiltrating soul aura, which had entwined itself in the consciousness space, would be basically impossible.
"It seems there's no way." Since Ning Rongrong had put it this way, Ning Tian would probably have to live on with her current appearance; he could only hope she could accept it.
Ning Rongrong accelerated the time flow around Ye Lengleng and Ning Yun within the Zafkiel: City of Devouring Time.
In the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and the others, only about ten minutes had passed, but in reality, a full day and night had gone by.
Finally, Ye Lengleng and Ning Yun successively woke up.
"How is it?"
Ning Rongrong looked toward the two who were approaching.
"My soul power increased by three levels, reaching level 55." Ye Lengleng summoned her martial soul, the Nine Heart Begonia. "It feels much easier to use the martial soul now."
"Not bad; the harvest is pretty good." Ning Rongrong's gaze shifted to Ning Yun.
Seeing this, Ning Yun spoke up: "Soul power reached level 58, an increase of about two levels."
As she spoke, Ning Yun activated her martial soul, and a miniature treasure pagoda appeared in her palm.
"Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Before Ning Rongrong could even speak, surprise appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.
"Yes, but it's still a far cry from Father's and Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"Don't compare yourself to Ning Fengzhi; he's your dad—it's very normal for him to be stronger than you, right?" Ning Rongrong said. "Of course, don't compare with me either; our cultivation methods are different."
Ning Yun: "..."
Can't compare with Dad, and can't compare with my own little sister—then who should I compare with?
Could it be with the second... second sister who's still lying on the bed?
At that thought, Ning Yun remembered something.
"Rongrong, can Ning Tian still recover?"
"No, it's set in stone." Ning Rongrong shrugged. "Didn't you often complain about not getting to experience the sense of accomplishment from taking care of a sister? Well, here it is, delivered right to your door."
Ning Yun's mouth twitched slightly: "Taking care of Ning Tian... I'd feel so awkward..."
This Ning Tian guy was originally big and burly, all rough edges, and now he's turned into a delicate girl—forget whether I can accept it; can she herself?
"Alright, second brother still needs a bit of time to wake up." Ning Rongrong waved her hand casually, dispelling the Taiji domain and the Zafkiel: City of Devouring Time.
The "barrier" surrounding the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect vanished, and the sect returned to its usual liveliness.
Aside from the few people present here, no one else had noticed the time stagnation at all; they were basically still doing exactly what they'd been doing before.
Ning Rongrong walked past Ning Yun and came before Ning Fengzhi.
"Father, my current state can't be maintained for too long. Next, I'll help Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Gu break through; I'll leave things here to you for now."
With that said, Ning Rongrong placed her hands on the shoulders of the two men.
"Is there no problem?" There was a hint of worry in Ning Fengzhi's tone.
"No, the God of Love's appearance made my plan a bit rushed, but on the Limit Douluo side, there's still no issue."
"Swish—"
Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo vanished from everyone's sight.
"Father, what is Rongrong off to do?" Ning Yun was somewhat puzzled.
"Do you remember the matter from not long ago, helping the venerables break through to Title Douluo?" Ning Fengzhi sighed. "I, Uncle Jian, and Uncle Gu still haven't cleared our meridians."
The original plan had been to wait until after Bone Douluo broke through to Limit Douluo.
That way, their strength would probably be even greater, but the God of Love's appearance had advanced the matter.
As for the thoughts that followed, Ning Fengzhi didn't voice them aloud; knowing it was to increase their strength was enough.
Tokisaki Kurumi and Ning Rongrong entering their current state would bring a huge burden.
If they didn't do it now, who knew how long they'd have to wait, so Rongrong planned to handle it all at once.
However, without full preparation for the plan, the breakthrough in strength would likely be much weaker.
Ning Fengzhi gazed toward the sky, where pure white clouds drifted high above.
Suddenly, he smiled self-deprecatingly:
"Since when did I start thinking that just breaking through to become a Limit Douluo powerhouse would result in relatively weak strength?"
That was a Limit Douluo...
If he'd known ten years ago that Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo could successively reach the Limit Douluo level within a span of ten years, he'd probably have grinned like an idiot even in his sleep!
Indeed, I've become greedy!