Douluo: I Achieve Supremacy with Life Blue Silver Grass

Inside the main hall of the Ye Residence.

Ling Zhantian sat cross-legged. He placed the left leg bone beside his calf, then slowly channeled his spirit power into it.

In an instant, the Spirit Bone glowed with a brilliant azure light, transforming into a mass of blue energy that surged into his leg.

Moments later, a wave of powerful spirit power burst forth from the Spirit Bone. With his eyes shut tight, Ling Zhantian began absorbing and refining the spirit power contained within.

There was no doubt—this left leg bone was a high-quality Spirit Bone from the Clear Sky Clan's inheritance. Its age couldn't be low.

Once Ling Zhantian had finished absorbing and refining the soul power from this ten-thousand-year Spirit Bone, his spirit power fluctuations and aura surged explosively.

His rank had clearly broken through to Rank 89!

Afterward, he proceeded to absorb the left arm bone and right leg bone.

Though these two bones weren't quite as old as the inherited leg bone, the fact that they were chosen by the prideful Tang Hao himself to be fused into his own body meant their ages must be at least fifty thousand years each.

As Ling Zhantian absorbed both, his aura continued to climb. He even made one attempt to break through the bottleneck to Rank 90.

But ultimately… he fell just short.

"Still not enough…"

Opening his eyes, Ling Zhantian's expression was tinged with frustration. He clenched his fist and sighed deeply.

"It's fine, Uncle Ling,"

Ye Yu said with a reassuring smile. He wasn't surprised that the three Spirit Bones alone hadn't been enough to push Ling Zhantian to Title Douluo.

As he spoke, Ye Yu took out a jade box and handed it over.

Inside was a stalk of Blood-Penetrating Dragon Ginseng — a top-tier medicinal herb of the same rank as the Ninth Grade Purple Ganoderma and the Ten-Thousand-Year Jade Ginseng King.

While the Jade Ginseng King was gentle in nature—nourishing essence and expelling impurities—much like a lesser version of the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, the Blood-Penetrating Dragon Ginseng was fierce and vigorous in medicinal power.

It strengthened the body and invigorated blood—perfect for battle-type Spirit Masters like Ling Zhantian.

"This… this is too precious!" Ling Zhantian and Ye Zhilian were both moved. The moment they sensed the herb's energy, they could tell it was extraordinary. They instinctively wanted to refuse.

"Uncle Ling, Aunt Ye, please just accept it," Ye Yu said sincerely. "We're family. And if you reach Title Douluo rank, that just means I have another powerful ally by my side."

Moved by Ye Yu's heartfelt words, the two finally accepted the ginseng.

And once Ling Zhantian consumed the Blood-Penetrating Dragon Ginseng, under its overwhelming medicinal effect—he finally succeeded in breaking through to Rank 90!

He had become a Title Douluo!

"Haha! I did it! I've finally reached Rank 90!"

Ling Zhantian sprang up with joy, his eyes radiating light, and let out a triumphant laugh.

"Xiao Yu, I can't thank you enough—for these three ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones, and this Blood-Penetrating Dragon Ginseng!"

"Without them, I might never have stepped into the realm of Title Douluo in this lifetime."

Suppressing his emotions, he turned toward Ye Yu and said earnestly:

"From now on, if anyone dares to bully you—just say the word. Even if it's Spirit Hall, your Uncle Ling will draw his sword!"

His words carried the conviction of someone ready to challenge even the heavens.

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Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan...

After parting ways, Ning Rongrong returned home, eager to report the good news of her Martial Soul's evolution to her father Ning Fengzhi, and her two godfathers: Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

"Father! Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone!"

Outside the clan's symbolic Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Rongrong skipped and ran, laughing joyfully as she called out.

Inside the hall at the base of the tower, all three—Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo—were present.

"I think I just heard Rongrong's voice..." muttered Bone Douluo Gu Rong, blinking in surprise. "Am I hearing things?"

"You old fool, that's her for real!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin scolded with a sigh, already rising to his feet with Ning Fengzhi. "Rongrong's back!"

They quickly stepped outside the hall.

"Father! Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone!"

Ning Rongrong cried out sweetly, tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. She dashed forward like a swallow returning to its nest and threw herself into her father's arms.

"Rongrong, weren't you supposed to be studying at Shrek Academy?" Ning Fengzhi gently stroked her hair, smiling with warmth. "Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Hmph!"

Ning Rongrong pouted with a snort and said with contempt:

"That so-called Shrek Academy? It's a total scam!"

"There's no way I'm wasting time in a con-artist academy like that!"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chuckle. Naturally, he had his doubts about Shrek Academy too, and didn't really expect it to teach his daughter much.

He had only hoped it would tame her little devil of a temper.

"I'm with Ye Yu now," she said proudly. "We've both joined Heaven Dou Imperial Academy and were selected for the official team for the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament!"

That shocked all three of them.

"What?! Rongrong, you're with Ye Yu now? And you joined Heaven Dou Imperial Academy... AND made the tournament team?"

Bone Douluo was incredulous.

"That's right! I ran into Ye Yu on the way to Suotuo City..."

With stars in her eyes, Ning Rongrong hugged her chest and told them everything: how she had met Ye Yu, how he'd stood up for her when Flender berated her, how he'd exposed Shrek Academy's lies...

From Ning Fengzhi's experienced eyes, he could tell with one look—his daughter was in love.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged glances, their hearts sour.

They had raised this little cabbage for years, only to have her plucked by a wild pig!

"Oh right! Father, guess what level I am now!" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked with a teasing grin.

"Hm... Level 27?" Ning Fengzhi guessed, smiling. "You were at Level 26 when you left the clan. Three or four months of cultivation—27 is about right."

"You guessed wrong~!"

Ning Rongrong giggled, hands on her hips with a smug smile.

"I'm already a Level 35 Spirit Elder!"