"Thump, thump, thump."
A crisp knock sounded in the quiet room, carried with a touch of restrained politeness.
"Come in."
Ning Liu's voice came from inside the door, calm and steady as ever.
Shui Bing'er took a deep breath of the cool night breeze before pushing open the door and entering.
The room was simply furnished. In the main seat, the young sect leader who had stirred up the entire continent sat casually, his gaze fixed on the deep night outside the window. The profile of his face was particularly distinct in the moonlight.
Hearing the noise, he turned around.
The moment their eyes met, Shui Bing'er's heart skipped a beat.
The teacher's words of disappointment and frustration echoed in my mind like a curse.
"If you miss out on a true dragon like the Sect Master, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Take the initiative, we won't lose out!"
True dragon...
Looking at that unbelievably handsome face, at those deep eyes that seemed to see through everything, the frozen lake in her heart began to ripple uncontrollably for the first time.
Her cheeks also unconsciously flushed.
But this ripple was quickly overwhelmed by an even stronger emotion.
That was out of shame and inferiority.
She thought of the women who had surrounded him.
Xiao Wu, the future sea goddess, a first-level deity.
Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess, is a third-level deity, but she is a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Each of them carries the legacy of God and is a future God.
And what about myself?
A Soul Master who has just reached the threshold of Soul Saint may have a top-tier Martial Soul, but it is ultimately a mortal thing.
Even if one is fortunate enough to obtain the seven supreme trials of the Sea God, it is still just a test. There is an insurmountable chasm between them and the true successor to the divine position.
In their brilliance, I felt like a dim star, not even worthy of being a foil.
The teacher told me to take the initiative, but I...
What can we use to take the initiative?
This sudden feeling of timidity made her usually cool face turn red and then white, and her hands, hanging at her sides, unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Ning Liu didn't notice her complicated thoughts.
He just felt that this usually calm and composed woman seemed a little off tonight, her expression constantly changing.
However, he did not investigate further.
"I called you here because I have something to give you."
He got straight to the point, breaking the subtle atmosphere in the room.
Shui Bing'er was suddenly startled, her chaotic thoughts instantly severed by those words.
"Something for me?"
Ning Liu nodded without saying anything more, and simply opened his palm.
In an instant, an extreme icy blue light bloomed in his palm.
It was a crystal-clear "teardrop" about the size of a pigeon egg, completely translucent, like the purest ice crystal in the world.
Just looking at it, one can almost feel a chill emanating from the depths of one's soul, but that chill is not harmful; instead, it carries a sacred and aloof aura.
At the core of the teardrop, a miniature blizzard seems to be sealed, with countless tiny ice crystals swirling and dancing, refracting a dreamlike luster.
The moment it appeared, the Ice Phoenix Martial Soul within Shui Bing'er emitted an unprecedented buzzing sound!
A yearning originating from the depths of her blood and soul, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed all her reason.
She stared intently at the "teardrop," and for the first time, a look of "greed" appeared in her beautiful, icy blue eyes.
What is that?
It's calling me!
"This item is called 'Tears of the Mystic Ice Divine Guide'."
Ning Liu's voice rang out at the right time, clearing up her doubts.
"The God of Mystic Ice?"
Shui Bing'er murmured to herself, her heart trembling violently.
god!
Another god!
Ning Liu's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about an ordinary little thing:
"A level three deity, the God of Mystic Ice. This tear is the core of His divine power and the medium for its inheritance. Your martial soul is the Ice Phoenix, which perfectly matches His divine power attributes."
"With this, you can unlock the legacy of the God of Mystic Ice."
These words struck Shui Bing'er like a series of thunderbolts.
She was completely stunned.
The legacy of the God of Ice?
Give me?
Just like that... you gave it to me?
Just a moment ago, she was feeling ashamed of the gap between herself and Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and others, feeling as insignificant as dust in the hierarchy of gods.
The next moment, this man casually placed a complete divine inheritance in front of her.
This stark contrast left her mind blank, with only a buzzing sound in her ears.
The face that had been flushed with excitement and shyness was now completely drained of color, turning deathly pale.
"Sect Master...this...this is too precious! I can't..."
She instinctively refused, her voice trembling.
This is a divine position! Not a celestial herb, not a soul bone! This is the ultimate dream that countless soul masters cannot reach even after a lifetime of effort!
"Nothing is impossible."
Ning Liu interrupted her, his expression remaining calm. "Liuli Heaven doesn't support idlers. Your talent is excellent, and I don't want it to be wasted."
His gaze fell on Shui Bing'er, with an unquestionable scrutiny.
"The seven trials of the Sea God are certainly an opportunity, but ultimately they cannot make you a god."
"As the core of my future pantheon, you are naturally the most suitable candidate."
So that's how it is...
He needed a core group, and I was the perfect fit.
Shui Bing'er's panic and timidity quickly subsided after hearing these straightforward words.
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