Chapter 53: The Fallen Tear of the Ocean

"Ahhh!"

In the forest of the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, bursts of drizzle brought a chill.

In the woods, the figure of a young man knelt on the ground.

He kept pounding his own heart, yet he could not alleviate that pain at all.

His face was covered in tears...

What hurts a person's heart in this world is never blades or swords, nor is it battle; it is the despair and pain that arise when the true feelings and intentions born from the bottom of one's heart are forcibly torn to shreds.

"Ahhh!"

Mimicry cultivation... Imperial Palace training... graduation performance... hunting Soul Beasts...

So many memories, so many sweet pasts—from now on, they are no longer possessed.

He wept bitterly...

Inside the external monitoring room.

Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo stood quietly.

Looking closely, one could see Jian Douluo's lips trembling slightly, and even Ning Fengzhi's eyes were somewhat moist.

"Sigh... such a good child... why must the heavens be so hard on him..." Ning Fengzhi sighed in a low voice.

Originally, he had been exceptionally furious upon learning of the Nine Trials of the Emotion God on Qin Jian, wishing he could directly tear them apart forever, but now, seeing Qin Jian's various displays, he could not help but be moved.

Such sincere affection—how many people in this world could possess it!

"I only blame that becoming a god is too difficult; I, this teacher, cannot protect him!"

Bang!

Jian Douluo slammed a fist hard onto the tabletop, and the table instantly shattered into pieces.

And just at this moment, inside the light screen, a bright Purple Soul Ring slowly lit up on the body of the painfully struggling Qin Jian.

"This is the Second Soul Ring, a Soul Ring of over a thousand years!"

Ning Fengzhi exclaimed: "It actually really is that one must suffer heartbreak to obtain a Soul Ring; how could such a thing exist?"

"Fengzhi, I want to go see Jian'er off..."

Jian Douluo suddenly walked toward the door: "As a teacher, I cannot help with much, but I must at least know his plans for the next step..."

"Let us go together..." Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and said.

When the two arrived at the exit of the cultivation ground, Qin Jian's dejected figure also stepped out from within.

He was slightly dazed, and only when he discovered that Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were standing before him did the focus in his eyes slowly gather.

"Teacher... and... Sect Master..." He lowered his head and said.

He should have called him Uncle Ning, but at this moment, he could not bring himself to say it.

"You..."

Ning Fengzhi patted his shoulder and said gently: "It is still better to call me Uncle Ning; after all, you are Rongrong's fiancé..."

"Un... Uncle Ning..."

Qin Jian was somewhat stunned: "Are you still willing to recognize our engagement?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded lightly and said: "I only hope that in the future you will not let Rongrong down, and will not let down such fiery affection."

"Where do you plan to go next?" Jian Douluo stepped forward and asked with concern.

Qin Jian said softly: "After I obtained the Second Soul Ring, the target for the next trial appeared, so I must go to Tianshui Academy."

"Tianshui Academy?"

Jian Douluo nodded slightly: "It seems that person must be a student at Tianshui Academy, then? It is fortunate that you received an invitation from Tianshui Academy."

"Qin Jian."

Just then, Ning Fengzhi could not help but interject: "Even if you still have to suffer heartbreak eight more times in the future, as a father, I still hope that the person you love most will always be Rongrong."

Qin Jian looked at him, looked at Ning Rongrong's father, and then said softly: "Rongrong... is my first love... she will always be the most special one..."

Only then did Ning Fengzhi nod slightly: "Rongrong's cultivation will not last much longer; if you are going to leave, you should take this opportunity now."

"This letter, please trouble Uncle Ning to give it to Rongrong for me."

Qin Jian took out a letter and handed it over.

After Ning Fengzhi took it, he slowly turned around, took one last look at the entrance of the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, and then headed toward the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main gate.

"Wait..."

Ning Fengzhi's strange voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Your Ocean Heart... did not fall off?"

Qin Jian stopped upon hearing this; he touched his forehead, feeling the clear, moist aura there: "My Ocean Heart has always been there."

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fluctuated for a moment, then he said: "You are good... truly good... go... I will wait for you to return to marry Rongrong..."

Not long after Qin Jian left, Ning Rongrong finally finished her cultivation.

"Hum!"

Radiance bloomed from her body, and her martial soul appeared.

"This fluctuation, it is at least level 27!"

Ning Fengzhi stood by the bed and said incredulously: "What on earth did Qin Jian feed Rongrong?"

Jian Douluo hurriedly stepped forward to grab Ning Rongrong's wrist, and only after checking did he say: "Fortunately, it is not that kind of medicine that overdraws potential."

"Wait... wait a moment..."

Ning Fengzhi's voice suddenly stuttered: "Jian... Uncle Jian... you count how many levels Rongrong's Glazed Tile Pagoda has... is my vision blurred?"

"It seems to be... nine levels?"

Jian Douluo also appeared somewhat uncertain.

The two looked at each other...

"Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

The next moment, the two of them exclaimed in unison.

"The Tulip that Qin Jian gave Rongrong actually allowed Rongrong's martial soul to evolve... From now on, the strongest Support System martial soul can also grow into a Title Douluo!"

Ning Fengzhi took a few deep breaths to suppress the shock in his heart.

His expression was filled with a sense of deep emotion: "This little fellow Qin Jian is a great benefactor to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Brother Jian!"

And at this moment, Ning Rongrong finally opened her eyes.

Without any hesitation, she blurted out: "Don't go!"

Only then did she realize that the people appearing before her were not Qin Jian, but Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo.

"Dad, where is Brother Jian?" Ning Rongrong asked loudly.

Her anxious appearance as she searched everywhere made Ning Fengzhi's nose sting, but he still said: "Rongrong, Qin Jian... has already left..."

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong let out a cry of surprise, and the next moment she ran toward the outside of the tent, but she was blocked at the entrance by Jian Douluo.

"Jian Yeye, move aside! I want to go find Brother Jian and bring him back!"

Ning Rongrong tried to go around Jian Douluo, but was pulled by the arm from behind by Ning Fengzhi: "Rongrong, don't go; he has been gone for a long time, you won't be able to catch up."

"Is... is it true..."

Ning Rongrong turned around, her whole body trembling, and tears flowed down again.

Ning Fengzhi nodded gently.

"Why... why... did he... have to leave me..."

Ning Rongrong's body went limp, and she slowly sat down on the ground.

"Hum!"

Suddenly, the blue teardrop on her forehead began to flicker.

"Ocean's Tear!"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze shifted.

Ning Rongrong was startled and hurriedly reached out to cover her forehead, but she only felt a chill in her palm as the Ocean's Tear fell into her hand.

"My Ocean's Tear... it detached..."

Her gaze was dazed, and her tears flowed ceaselessly.

"He doesn't want me anymore... he doesn't want me anymore..."

"What did I do wrong..."

"How could he... not want me anymore..."

Seeing his precious daughter hurt like this, Ning Fengzhi felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Because he knew that no one was wrong; what was wrong were the rules of this world...

"Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi crouched down to bring his line of sight level with Ning Rongrong's.

"Dad wants to tell you one thing, and that is..."

"Qin Jian's Ocean's Tear did not detach!"

(End of this chapter)