That Is Not My Sister But Bibi Dong?!

Amid the eruption of earth flames, the sparks flying from the collisions were dazzling.

Beside the flames, a figure dressed in black could vaguely be seen.

The person in black heard the commotion, immediately opened his eyes, walked over to Ye Tian, and bowed, "Young Master."

Ye Tian smiled indifferently and waved his hand, "Haha, Thirteen, I've disturbed your rest."

Thirteen's martial spirit was a Heavenly Flame, a very special kind that could absorb the energy of other flames. Specifically known as "The Nihility Devouring Flame"

Before meeting Ye Tian, Thirteen had no idea about his own abilities, thinking his martial spirit was just an ordinary flame.

Thus, before becoming one of Ye Tian's subordinates, his cultivation was quite poor, only at level forty-one, with his spirit rings configured as white, yellow, yellow, yellow.

After meeting Ye Tian, Thirteen received a cultivation technique called "Burning Art."

By simply absorbing flames, he could grow stronger.

Since obtaining the Burning Art, Thirteen's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

He quickly reached the rank of Spirit Emperor, and now he was even close to touching the threshold of Spirit Sage.

More importantly, the Burning Art could enhance the age of his spirit rings.

Currently, apart from the first spirit ring still being purple, all the others were over ten thousand years old.

His sixth spirit ring was even a hundred-thousand-year red ring.

Even against a level seventy-nine Spirit Sage, he could challenge across ranks!

"Young Master, even if you didn't come, my cultivation is still intermittent; it's not really a disturbance."

Thirteen spoke with deep respect.

He understood that the young master Ye Tian would not come to the alchemy room without a reason.

Coming here certainly meant he intended to refine pills.

So he said, "Young Master, I'll first handle some matters related to intelligence, so I won't accompany you here."

"Alright," Ye Tian nodded lightly.

…

Before long, Chen Jian arrived.

He took out the medicinal materials from the storage space and carefully arranged them in the alchemy room.

Ye Tian, already skilled, had placed seven or eight pill furnaces on the earth flame.

This process was to heat the furnaces, preventing them from cracking during pill refining due to sudden temperature changes.

After arranging the materials, Chen Jian approached Ye Tian from behind and said with a smile,

"Young Master, your pill refining skills are becoming more and more proficient. If it were me controlling the furnaces, one at a time would be my limit."

Ye Tian remained calm, pointing at the pill furnaces, and spoke eloquently, "This is the power of standardized techniques."

All it takes is to meticulously record the details of a successful experience.

Then, by gradually refining the process, the success rate will increase each time.

Hearing this, Chen Jian nodded, somewhat understanding.

He had heard the young master talk about standardized techniques more than once, but each time he only grasped a part of it.

Seeing the continued confusion in Chen Jian's eyes,

Ye Tian smiled slightly, "Pill refining is not just about the pills themselves. If you want to keep improving in this area, Chen Lao, you could go to the smelting workshop and study for a few days."

"Over there, I believe you'll gain a deeper understanding of what I mean."

The main task of the smelting workshop was to forge various types of metal alloys.

Throughout the entire smelting process, whether it was temperature, time, or proportions, everything was strictly controlled according to a set procedure.

It could be said that the smelting workshop was the place where standardized techniques were most comprehensively applied.

Chen Jian took note of this and nodded, "I will go there after the young master's wedding."

"The pill furnaces should be hot enough by now."

Ye Tian glanced at the fiery red furnaces and flexed his fingers.

It was time to show his skills.

…

Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.

Ning Rongrong, with her long, beautiful black hair, sat by the window, gazing outside, lost in thought.

For some reason, she had been feeling restless lately.

She missed the boy who always wore glasses on his forehead and whose martial spirit could transform into sausages and mushrooms.

"There are only a few months left until the five-year promise. I wonder where Xiao San and the others are now?"

Ning Rongrong's expression was wistful.

"…And that scoundrel Oscar!"

Thinking of him made Ning Rongrong's eyes turn red.

There had been no news for years, how could he be so heartless!

However, the thought of the five-year promise being just months away lifted her spirits.

Even if Oscar didn't want to come back to her, he would still attend the reunion of the Seven Monsters, right?

…She would see Oscar again then.

Thinking back, it was partly her fault.

After graduating from Shrek Academy and returning to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan with Oscar,

To motivate Oscar to keep cultivating, she had spoken of the clan's iron rule: the sect master's spouse must be exceptionally strong in combat.

Unexpectedly, her encouragement had gone too far.

After learning this, Oscar left behind only a letter and disappeared overnight.

The content of the letter was brief.

In summary, it stated that he would return to her side after becoming stronger.

"Idiot, idiot! I never intended to inherit the position of sect master!"

Ning Rongrong lay on the windowsill and threw a maple leaf in her hand far away.

Raising her hand, she suddenly saw her father Ning Fengzhi and Grandpa Sword riding off on horseback.

"Father, where are you going?"

Ning Rongrong propped herself up and shouted out the window.

The refined and gentle Ning Fengzhi looked back from his horse and smiled,

"Rongrong, stay home. Your father and Grandpa Sword are going to the East Sea for some business."

"The East Sea?" Ning Rongrong twirled a strand of her black hair, tilting her head in confusion.

Over the years, she had visited many places,

But she had never been to the coast.

"What are you going there for?" Ning Rongrong asked, surprised.

Then,

She swung her slender, graceful legs over the windowsill, preparing to jump from the third-floor loft.

"Take the stairs, don't jump," Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.

But Ning Rongrong seemed not to hear.

She continued on her own way.

She stumbled, appearing to fall headfirst from the window.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo immediately leaped from their horses, rushing to catch Ning Rongrong.

But they saw her execute a graceful mid-air spin and land softly.

"Got you! Haha," Ning Rongrong clapped her hands and laughed.

"You're getting more mischievous with age," Ning Fengzhi shook his sleeve.

Ning Rongrong hugged Ning Fengzhi's arm and tilted her head, "No matter how mischievous, I'm still your daughter."

"By the way, what happened? Why are you going to the East Sea?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed, "His Highness the Crown Prince went to the East Sea to investigate the matter of the Spear Douluo, but was unexpectedly attacked and seriously injured."

"So I was entrusted by Emperor Xue Ye to go to the East Sea and bring the Crown Prince back."

Sword Douluo added, "The sect master is His Highness Xue Qinghe's teacher, so it's only natural that he should go to the East Sea."

"I see," Ning Rongrong thought aloud.

Then she cheerfully lifted her head, "I want to go too! I'm bored to death at home, and I could use a break at the East Sea."

"No. The situation in the East Sea is complicated right now. If you go, we'll have to keep an eye on you," Ning Fengzhi reprimanded.

Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes and leaned on Ning Fengzhi's shoulder,

"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. Besides, Father, you're so powerful, and with Grandpa Sword as well, even that wretched Pope wouldn't be able to harm me in the East Sea."

"Father, please let me go!"

After saying this, Ning Rongrong glanced hopefully at Sword Douluo.

Her pitiful expression was irresistible.

Sword Douluo remained expressionless, "It won't help to persuade me; it's up to your father."

But after saying this, he added to Ning Fengzhi,

"Rongrong has had a rather dull time training at home. It wouldn't hurt for her to come along to the East Sea for a change of scenery."

"With the two of us there, she won't be in any danger."

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly,

"Sword Uncle, you're still biased toward Rongrong."

"Alright, I agree."

(End of Chapter)

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