"Ordinary Soul Kings require considerable effort to advance even one level, yet you've reached level 56 right after breaking through to Soul King. It seems that opportunity was truly remarkable."
"I was just fortunate," Su Yu replied modestly, not mentioning his acquisition of the 100,000-year Soul Bone.
Ning Rongrong listened nearby, her eyes wide with amazement: "Husband, you're so amazing! You're already at level 56!"
She hugged the little tiger as she approached, her tone filled with shared pride.
Xue Na also nodded, her small face full of admiration: "Brother is the best."
Ning Fengzhi watched the children's reactions with a deepening smile: "Improving your strength is good, but remember to build steadily."
"Your current Soul Power Level already makes you outstanding among the younger generation!"
"But the path of a Soul Master is long - you mustn't neglect your foundation due to rapid progress."
"Uncle Ning, don't worry, I understand," Su Yu responded seriously.
He knew Ning Fengzhi genuinely cared for him, and this advice was completely reasonable.
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup, looking at Su Yu with deep satisfaction: "Good child, with those words, I can rest assured."
He felt countless emotions - a twelve-year-old Soul King, such talent was exceptionally rare throughout the entire Soul Master World.
Not only was Su Yu exceptionally talented, but his temperament was also steady and humble, completely lacking the impetuousness of youth, which was truly remarkable.
"For Rongrong to have someone like you as her partner is her blessing, and fortunate for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as well."
Ning Fengzhi looked toward his smiling daughter, his tone gentle.
"Take this opportunity to stay at the school for a while and spend time together properly. You can return to the Holy City in a few days."
Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly as she subtly moved closer to Su Yu, tightening her arms around the little tiger while unable to suppress her smiling lips.
Su Yu smiled and ruffled her hair, saying to Ning Fengzhi: "We'll follow Uncle's arrangements!"
The more Ning Fengzhi watched, the more satisfied he became. He took another sip of tea, the premonition in his heart growing stronger.
With Su Yu's talent and opportunities, becoming a Titled Douluo before twenty was definitely not an empty boast.
If this truly happened, the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and even the entire continent's situation, would likely change because of this young man.
He set down his teacup and stood up: "You young people chat, I need to handle some school affairs."
After Ning Fengzhi left, Ning Rongrong immediately moved closer to Su Yu, her eyes sparkling: "Husband, where should we go play? There's a new flower field that just opened on the back mountain of the school - it's so beautiful!"
Xue Na also nodded, her small face full of anticipation.
Su Yu watched the two excited girls and smiled: "Whatever you want. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you there."
Sunlight streamed through the hall's windows, falling upon the three of them, warm and bright.
In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
Su Yu had been away for quite some time already, and he planned to return to Martial Soul Holy City with Xue Na.
The little tiger named "Xiao Bai" remained at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, keeping company with Ning Rongrong who couldn't bear to part with it.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's mountain gate, the morning dew hadn't yet dissipated, the air carrying the freshness of grass and trees.
"Brother Husband... Rongrong doesn't want you to leave."
Ning Rongrong clung to Su Yu's embrace, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
Her voice carried a thick nasal tone, wilted like a little rabbit drenched in rain.
Su Yu steadily supported her waist with one arm while gently patting her back with the other, softly comforting her:
"Be good, Rongrong. Brother will come visit you in a few days. If you really miss me, just ask Uncle Ning to take you to Martial Soul Holy City to stay for a while, alright?"
Ning Rongrong buried her face in his chest, muffling an "mm" sound, but her fingers gripped even tighter.
Xiao Bai perched on her shoulder, seemingly sensing the parting atmosphere, and nuzzled her cheek with its small head, emitting faint whimpers.
Xue Na stood nearby, her small hand tightly clutching the hem of Su Yu's clothes.
Su Yu lowered his head to kiss Ning Rongrong's hair, speaking softly:
"Alright, brother should get going now. Be obedient to Uncle Ning at the sect, practice well, and don't be naughty."
"Rongrong isn't naughty..."
Ning Rongrong sniffled, slowly releasing her grip and stepping back from his embrace. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she forced out a smile.
"Brother Husband must take good care of yourself too. And Xue Na little sister, you must take good care of yourself too!"
Ning Rongrong stepped forward and gently hugged Xue Na, while Xiao Bai affectionately nuzzled Xue Na's face too.
"Mm, Rongrong sister, you must take good care of yourself too, and Xiao Bai as well. Xue Na will come visit you in a few days!"
"Mm, I will!"
Watching the two little ones embracing, Su Yu ruffled their hair before turning to Ning Fengzhi standing nearby.
"Uncle Ning, we'll be setting off now."
Ning Fengzhi nodded, his eyes filled with expectation: "Be careful on the road. Remember to send word when you reach the Holy City."
Su Yu acknowledged, taking Xue Na's hand.
Xue Na waved to Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong sister, we'll be back."
"Mm! I'll be waiting for you!"
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, watching as Su Yu led Xue Na onto the carriage, the vehicle gradually disappearing from their sight.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help her reddening eyes, tears tracing paths down her cheeks.
Xiao Bai extended its tongue, gently licking away her teardrops as if comforting her.
Two days later—
Su Yu returned to Martial Soul Holy City with Xue Na. After escorting Xue Na back to Holy Son Hall, Su Yu went to pay respects to Bibi Dong.
Inside the Papal Hall, Bibi Dong looked down at the piled memorials on her desk, fingertips lightly pinching her brow, a faint trace of weariness concealed between her eyebrows.
These past days, the affairs of Spirit Hall had been numerous and complex, nearly exhausting her mental energy.
Just then, a guard from outside the hall entered quietly, bowing to report:
"Your Holiness the Pope, His Highness the Holy Son requests an audience outside the hall."
Bibi Dong, who had been showing signs of fatigue, immediately straightened upon hearing this, the weariness in her eyes vanishing completely.
She cleared her throat lightly, her voice regaining its usual authority and calm:
"Mm, let him enter."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!" The guard acknowledged and withdrew.
The hall doors opened gently as Su Yu entered, dressed in casual attire:
"Disciple Su Yu, paying respects to teacher!"
Bibi Dong raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze lingering on him for a moment, her tone carrying a hint of feigned displeasure:
"You're back? I thought you were so content at Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that you'd forgotten there's a Papal Hall to return to."
Su Yu quickly stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiation as he gently placed his hand on her shoulder:
"Your Highness, you jest. How could that be? Didn't I return immediately after handling my affairs?"
"I promise, in the coming days, I will stay properly in the Holy City and not go anywhere else."
Bibi Dong leaned back slightly, resting against the spacious chair back, and slowly closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes cast faint shadows beneath her eyes, her tone betraying little emotion:
"Our Holy Son is such a busy man now, occupied with accompanying those young girls. How could he possibly have time to spare for this old woman?"
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