Clear knocking on the door sounded in the quiet room, with a bit of restrained politeness.
"Come in."
Ning Liu's voice came from the door, still calm.
Shui Bing'er took a deep breath of the cool night breeze before pushing the door open and entering.
The furnishings in the room are simple. On the main seat, the young sect master who stirred up the turmoil in the entire continent is sitting casually, his eyes falling on the deep night outside the window, and the outline of his profile is particularly clear in the moonlight.
He turned his head when he heard the noise.
The moment their eyes met, Shui Bing'er's heart skipped a beat.
The teacher's words about how iron can never be transformed into steel echoed in my mind like a curse.
"If you miss a true dragon like the sect master, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
"Be proactive, we will not suffer a loss!"
True dragon...
She looked at that ridiculously handsome face and those deep eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, and for the first time, the lake that was always frozen in her heart rippled uncontrollably.
Even her cheeks were stained with a thin layer of unconscious red.
But this ripple was quickly overwhelmed by a stronger emotion.
That is shameful.
She thought of the women around him.
Xiao Wu, the future God of the Sea, a first-level deity.
Ning Rongrong, the Nine-Colored Goddess, although she is a third-level deity, she is a member of the Qibao Glazed Sect.
Each of them carries the inheritance of the gods and is the future god.
And what about yourself?
A soul master who has just reached the threshold of the Soul Saint. Although the martial soul is top-notch, it is still an ordinary thing.
Even if you are lucky enough to get the top seven tests of Poseidon, it is just a test, and there is an insurmountable barrier between you and the true successor to the throne.
Under their light, I am like a dim star, and even the foil seems somewhat unqualified.
The teacher asked me to take the initiative, but I...
What should I do to take the initiative?
This sudden cowardice made her cold face turn red and white, and her hands hanging by her sides subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.
Ning Liu didn't notice her thoughts that were changing over and over again.
He just felt that something was wrong with this woman who was always calm and self-possessed tonight, and the expression on her face was changing.
However, he did not delve into it.
"I asked you to come here because I have something for you."
He got straight to the point, directly breaking the subtle atmosphere in the room.
Shui Bing'er was suddenly startled, and her chaotic thoughts were instantly cut off by these words.
"Things for me?"
Ning Liu nodded, didn't say much, just spread his palms.
In an instant, a flash of extreme ice-blue light bloomed in his palm.
It was a crystal "teardrop" about the size of a pigeon egg. It was completely clear, like the purest ice crystal in the world.
Just looking at it, it seems that you can feel a chill coming from the depths of your soul, but the chill is not hurtful, but carries a sacred and aloof aura.
The core of the teardrop seems to be sealed with an endless miniature snowstorm, with countless tiny ice crystals circling and flying, reflecting a dreamlike luster.
The moment it appeared, the Ice Phoenix Spirit in Shui Bing'er's body buzzed like never before!
A longing originating from the depths of her blood and soul, like a flood that broke a dam, instantly washed away all her reason.
She stared hard at the "teardrop", and for the first time, the emotion called "greed" was revealed in her beautiful ice-blue eyes.
What is that?
It is calling me!
"This object is called the 'Tears of the Black Ice God'."
Ning Liu's voice sounded at the right time, clearing up her doubts.
"The God of Black Ice?"
Shui Bing'er murmured to herself, her heart shocked.
God!
Another god!
Ning Liu's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing:
"Third-level god, the God of Black Ice. This tear is the core of his divine power and the medium of inheritance. Your martial soul is the Ice Phoenix, which perfectly matches his divine power attributes."
Hand "With it, you can start the inheritance of the God of Black Ice."
His words, like thunder from the sky, struck Shui Bing'er's Heavenly Spirit Cap one after another.
She was completely confused.
The inheritance of the God of Black Ice?
Give it to me?
Just...give it?
A moment ago, she was still feeling ashamed of herself for the gap between herself and Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong and others, feeling that she was as small as dust in the sequence of gods.
The next moment, this man placed a complete inheritance of the gods in front of her in an understatement.
This huge contrast made her brain go blank, leaving only the buzzing in her ears.
The face, which was flushed with excitement and shyness, had lost its color and turned completely white.
"Sect master... this... this is too precious! I can't..."
She subconsciously refused, her voice trembling.
This is a god! Not a fairy grass, not a piece of soul bone! This is the ultimate dream that countless soul masters cannot achieve in their entire lives!
"There's nothing you can't do."
Ning Liu interrupted her words, his expression still calm, "Liu Litian doesn't care for idlers. Your talent is very good, and I don't want it to be wasted."
His eyes fell on Shui Bing'er with an unquestionable scrutiny.
He needs a team, and I am just the right one.
The panic and cowardice in Shui Bing'er's heart quickly subsided in these straightforward words.
These words, now it seems, are more acceptable to Shui Bing'er than any soft words, and instead make her find an unprecedented peace of mind.
She raised her head, and in her beautiful ice-blue eyes, all the confusion and uneasiness had faded away, leaving only the clarity and determination after making a decision.
"I understand."
She nodded solemnly.
Ning Liu saw that she had adjusted her mentality so quickly, and a glimmer of approval flashed in her eyes.
Speaking to smart people saves effort.
As soon as he moved his wrist, the drop of "Xuan Bing Shen Yin's Tears" turned into an icy blue stream of light and flew lightly in front of Shui Bing'er.
Shui Binger stretched out her slightly trembling hands and carefully held it in her palms.
The biting chill and holy breath flowed into her body along the palm of her hand, making her so comfortable that she almost moaned.
The Ice Phoenix Spirit in his body chirped happily, as if he had seen his final destination.
"Absorb it first." Ning Liu's voice sounded again.
"Yes." Shui Bing'er didn't hesitate and immediately sat down cross-legged, ready to start fusing this drop of divine tears.
“Not here.” Ning Liu shook his head.
He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, where there was nothing.
I saw his palm gently touching the void.
Buzz!
The space was slightly distorted, and a simple circular altar appeared quietly in the center of the room.
"This is...?"
Shui Bing'er stood up and looked at the altar that suddenly appeared curiously.
"Altar of faith." Ning Chuan's words are concise and comprehensive.
"Perhaps through this, you can speed up the inheritance of the Black Ice God!"
Ning Liu did not explain any more, he just raised his chin towards the altar.
「上去吧。」