Chapter 17: The Treasure That Verifies a Meeting of Hearts

"It couldn't be absorbed at first?"

Qin Jian realized: "Does that mean they succeeded in absorbing it later?"

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "Since the Ocean's Tear has been awarded to you, it will not be taken back. You can slowly cultivate your bond until you are able to absorb it."

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong looked at each other again...

"Come, try it now..."

Ning Fengzhi placed the two drops of Ocean's Tear into the palms of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong respectively: "Just think of each other, then place the Ocean's Tear on your foreheads."

After he finished speaking, he stepped back a few paces.

Meanwhile, Jian Douluo, Gu Douluo, and other high-ranking members of the sect gathered around.

After all, it was the Ocean's Tear, which had been dormant for a thousand years; even knowing the possibility was slim, they still couldn't help but hope for a miracle.

"Rongrong..."

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Jian did not suffer from stage fright; he simply turned to look at Ning Rongrong, his gaze becoming gentle.

A meeting of hearts, is it...

He felt that perhaps it was possible...

Because from the very beginning, he had not held any intention of unrequited love, but had truly and genuinely poured out his heart, his feelings, and his sincerity.

And as for Ning Rongrong, she was still young and had fewer complicated thoughts; perhaps she was even more pure than him.

"Qin... Qin Jian..."

Ning Rongrong, who had been a bit shy, was drawn in by Qin Jian's gaze; gradually, her heart began to flutter, thumping and thumping, as if it were about to jump out.

Hum, hum.

The two raised their hands at the same time, placing the Ocean's Tear against their own brows.

Everyone widened their eyes...

"Hum, hum..."

A rich oceanic radiance emanated, illuminating everyone until they turned blue.

The light persisted and trembled, but it was slow to merge inside...

"Sigh, it really doesn't work after all..."

Someone sighed slightly.

"No, it's not over yet..." Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said.

At this moment, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong suddenly closed their eyes together.

Countless scenes flew out from their minds, displaying themselves one by one before their eyes.

Those nights spent leaning on each other telling stories...

Those days spent traveling over mountains and through water, through wind, frost, rain, and snow...

Those hands that were always held together...

And that shout of "Come on" they let out together that day facing the collapsing snow mountain...

"Hum—"

With a long chime, the two drops of Ocean's Tear suddenly vibrated at the same frequency!

Everyone subconsciously held their breath...

"Hum, hum!"

The next moment, both drops of Ocean's Tear simultaneously merged into the brows of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong!

An exceptionally cool ripple, like moisture, surged into his mind. Qin Jian felt his brain clear, and an extremely comfortable sensation made him almost moan out loud.

"Mmm..."

Ning Rongrong could not hold back: "It feels so good..."

Inside the Council Hall, there was silence.

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath: "I didn't expect them to succeed directly..."

The next moment, all the high-ranking members broke into smiles.

"Indeed, I didn't expect it could actually succeed. These two little ones are truly remarkable," said Gu Douluo.

Jian Douluo laughed even more happily: "From now on, their cultivation speed will become even faster; the benefits will be endless!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "The sect's supreme treasure finally has new owners."

At this time, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong had already adapted to their enhanced Spirit Power and opened their eyes at the same time.

Then they heard Ning Fengzhi step forward and say: "Congratulations to you both, but do not be careless. The Ocean's Tear does not mean everything is perfectly fine just because you have successfully absorbed it."

"Ah?"

Ning Rongrong and Qin Jian were full of question marks.

Ning Fengzhi explained: "The reason you could succeed now is perhaps thanks to your young age, as your minds are not yet so complex, which is why you gained the recognition of the Ocean's Tear."

His words caused Jian Douluo and the others to nod slightly, clearly in agreement.

"But as you grow older and your minds gradually mature, you will eventually have your own thoughts and pursuits. Whether you can still have a meeting of hearts then, that is hard to say..." said Ning Fengzhi.

"What will happen if our hearts are no longer in sync?" Qin Jian couldn't help but ask.

"The Ocean's Tear within the body of the person who can no longer understand the other will fall out..."

Ning Fengzhi sighed with emotion: "That is why the Ocean's Tear is the best object for verifying one's feelings."

"Oh..."

The two nodded in a daze.

And Jian Douluo, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, looked at Qin Jian, a flash of worry appearing in his eyes...

"Alright, the rewards have all been given to you. Next, you should rest well for a few days, and then go to the Imperial Palace to report," Ning Fengzhi suddenly said with a smile.

"The Imperial Palace?"

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong were once again filled with question marks.

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi said: "You have both worked too hard in the Mimicry Cultivation Ground this past year, and it has left behind some aftereffects. As the saying goes, one must balance work and rest. For the next half year, you will stay in the Imperial Palace and study etiquette classes with the princes."

"Etiquette? I don't want to learn that..."

Ning Rongrong immediately pouted her little mouth.

But Qin Jian's expression shifted.

The Imperial Palace... the princes...

He inevitably thought of Xue Qinghe; calculating the time, she must have been lurking for ten years by now...

The Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue!

Could she be one of the future eight people?

If she happens to be the second one... let alone heartbreak, even developing feelings would be difficult!

Qin Jian suddenly felt his future was bleak and not worth any anticipation...

"Rongrong, these etiquette classes have a great influence on a person's temperament. Daddy is doing this for your own good."

Seeing Ning Rongrong's expression, Ning Fengzhi felt a slight headache; he knew he would have to expend a lot of effort to persuade her again.

"Oh... alright then..."

Who would have thought that Ning Rongrong only glanced at Qin Jian, and then agreed.

"Rongrong... eh?"

Ning Fengzhi subconsciously prepared to persuade her further, but then froze, even finding it hard to believe his own ears: "You agreed?"

"Mm-hmm, isn't Qin Jian going too? Then Rongrong will go as well," Ning Rongrong said, looking up.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi did not know whether to feel gratified or to smile bitterly.

Originally, sending Ning Rongrong into the Mimicry Cultivation Ground was meant to temper her temper, and now it seemed she had improved quite a bit.

It was just that she had become closest to Qin Jian...

This made Ning Fengzhi feel quite annoyed.

"Alright, alright, you two go on..."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, shooing Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong out.

As a result, before they had even stepped out of the Council Hall, the two of them held hands again...

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched: "It's truly an indescribable feeling; I really want to give this little fellow Qin Jian a good beating..."

Behind him, Jian Douluo and Gu Douluo's faces twitched, both feeling a mix of amusement and frustration.

"I don't know if problems will arise between them in the future, leading to the Ocean's Tear detaching," Gu Douluo said, watching their retreating figures.

Jian Douluo rubbed his forehead; thinking of Qin Jian's future, he only felt an immense headache.

"Sigh, although I feel a bit uncomfortable inside, when I think about the possibility of Rongrong getting hurt in the future, I still cannot bear to see that scene..."

Ning Fengzhi sat down, his hands folded over his cane: "As expected, I should still ask for their intentions and settle things for them early; that could also prevent them from having other thoughts later on..."

Beads of sweat slowly seeped from Jian Douluo's forehead...

(End of this chapter)