Watching the waterspout grow farther and farther away, Bing Di appeared beside Xue Di. She glanced at the notebook-like book that had landed in Xue Di's hand and asked,
"Are we really just letting them leave like that? That Tang San…"
"What else can we do if we don't?" Xue Di sighed. "Bo Saixi's strength is not something I can handle right now. For the moment, things are still peaceful between us, which shows she doesn't want to offend me too much—or perhaps it's because of the nonexistent Kindness God behind me."
"Ugh, really!" Bing Di puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "Bo Saixi just became a god a bit earlier, and now she acts all high and mighty. It's so annoying."
"It's because she's strong enough. If I could reach the level of the Ice God, I might not have let them leave either."
"Sigh…" Hearing Xue Di's words, Bing Di helplessly shrugged. "Speaking of which, where's that little Ning Rongrong kid? She didn't get taken out by Bo Saixi, did she?"
"If she did get taken out, that'd be fine too. Saves me from having to see her strutting around and wanting to punch her."
"Bing Di, speaking ill of someone behind their back is immoral behavior."
A figure appeared out of nowhere, materializing a few meters away from Bing Di.
That ghostly appearance, combined with Bing Di already feeling guilty like a thief caught red-handed, made her jump in fright.
"You… how are you here?" Bing Di stammered incoherently.
"Xue Di, look at the little scorpion you've raised." Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. "Haven't I been in the Far North the whole time?"
After saying that, Ning Rongrong's gaze fell on the notebook in Xue Di's hand.
"Can you make me a copy of this?"
"You don't even cultivate soul power—what use do you have for it?" Bing Di grumbled.
"Just because I don't cultivate it doesn't mean the people I care about don't. I want to see if there are other ways to help someone become a god…"
"Here, take it."
Without waiting for Ning Rongrong to finish, Xue Di tossed the notebook over. Ning Rongrong caught it instinctively, casually made a copy, and then stored it inside the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Xue Di took the notebook back and looked at Ning Rongrong with a deep, scrutinizing gaze.
"Your current state doesn't seem to be the same as before."
"It's not. If I release it, things will get very troublesome in the short term." Ning Rongrong smiled.
"How's the seal down below?" Xue Di asked with some concern.
"It won't have problems for the next two years. The two divine artifacts are enough." Ning Rongrong said, then added, "By the way, Xue Di, for these next two years, I'll have to trouble you to look after the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—mainly my father and the Sword Bone and Bone Douluo."
"What happened?" Xue Di frowned.
Others might not know, but how could she not know the strength of Ning Fengzhi and the other two?
They were existences whose martial soul fusion skill could rival a god. Even now, she wasn't entirely sure she could withstand the three of them working together.
"I need to go into seclusion for a while. This time I actually gained quite a bit."
"Didn't you just come out of seclusion not long ago?" Bing Di couldn't help but speak up.
"I gained something. You wouldn't understand even if I explained." Ning Rongrong shrugged, then shifted her gaze slightly. "Is that possible, Xue Di?"
"To what extent?" Xue Di asked cautiously.
"Just keep them safe. You don't need to worry about anything else." Toward Xue Di, Ning Rongrong still had trust. After all, she knew her personality quite well, and with the gift of a first-level god position, asking Xue Di to protect her somewhat useless father and the others for a period of time should be acceptable.
"Fine, I agree." Xue Di nodded.
"Thank you." Ning Rongrong cupped her hands. "By the way, I still have some things to do, so I won't disturb you two any longer."
With that, Ning Rongrong turned into a streak of light and flew out of the Far North.
"Always rushing off like a gust of wind—I have no idea what she's even doing." Bing Di complained. "Speaking of which, Xue Di, are you really going to help her watch over people?"
"Mm. Consider it repaying the favor this time. Ning Rongrong is different from other humans—she's relatively trustworthy. I think you agree with that too, right?" Xue Di nodded.
"Whatever you say." Bing Di shrugged. "I just always feel like she's very hypocritical. Don't let yourself get sold out someday and still count the money for her—especially that Dark Devilgod Tiger. What a bastard."
Grabbing my twin tails and using them as a steering wheel—who the hell treats that as a steering wheel?
"Alright, let's head back." Xue Di waved her hand.
Gentle frost lifted Bing Di up. The cold wind carried the two of them as they flew toward the sleeping palace.
…
Bo Saixi brought Tang San to a remote location.
"Are you Senior Sea God?"
The Sea God revealed her form. Tang San quickly bowed respectfully.
Bo Saixi waved her hand and said, "You are my inheritor—no need to be so formal. Speaking of which, you really are reckless. Can someone at your current level really take a god-level move head-on?"
"This…" Tang San said awkwardly, "I still have some trump cards. Maybe I could have."
"Hmph! Do you even know what god-level means? Gambling like that—what would the consequences be if you lost?" Bo Saixi raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry."
Tang San lowered his head in apology. What he was really thinking in his heart was unknown.
"Forget it." Bo Saixi sighed. "The reason I came down this time is because the seal in the Far North loosened. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it. In short, don't casually enter there to hunt soul beasts anymore."
"Bing Di and Xue Di won't be as easy to talk to next time we meet."
After giving the necessary warnings, Bo Saixi looked Tang San up and down and asked, "I remember your name is Tang San, right? How old are you this year?"
"A few months short—I should have just turned eighteen." Tang San didn't understand why the Sea God was asking this.
"Let's say just turned eighteen then." Sea God Bo Saixi sighed emotionally. "An eighteen-year-old Title Douluo—you have even greater talent than I did. If not for that girl, your talent would be unmatched across the entire Douluo Continent. Even compared to Qian Renxue, you probably wouldn't fall short."
"That girl?" Tang San asked in confusion.
"Yes, Ning Rongrong."
"Ning Rongrong!" Tang San exclaimed.
"You know her?" Bo Saixi looked somewhat puzzled, but after thinking about it, it made sense. Once you reached a certain circle, it was like the top of a pyramid—a small group of people all knew each other. It wasn't strange.
"Now the young sect master of the number one sect, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Supposedly just an auxiliary soul master, yet she possesses the combat power of a battle soul master."
"It's not a rumor—she's truly terrifying to an extreme degree." Bo Saixi gave a helpless smile. "She was chosen by an evil god king. If not for that, I might have fought for her myself."
Fought?
Fought for what?
Give my Sea God position to Ning Rongrong?
Bo Saixi, are you even human?
Moreover, was Ning Rongrong really that terrifying?
To be honest, Tang San—or rather, the Tang San who had crossed over—had never truly met Ning Rongrong in person. But according to the known information, especially what his own ancestor had brought back,
Ning Rongrong had gone alone and suppressed two Limit Douluo, to the point where she nearly shattered the Sea God Trident.
Although in his original world, he already knew Ning Rongrong was very bold—entering Shrek Academy and straight-up saying things like "thick bread" that even scared Dai Mubai.
But that kind of boldness was completely different from the current kind.
This combat power—something felt very wrong!
Tang San braced himself and asked, "Senior Sea God, are you very familiar with Ning Rongrong? From your tone, it sounds like you've met her before?"
He wanted to probe for information about Ning Rongrong indirectly. Many things were different between the two worlds. Knowing yourself and knowing the enemy ensured victory in a hundred battles—that was the wisdom a God King should have.
Not like Destruction and the current Asura, who only knew how to charge in blindly!
Neither Bo Saixi nor Tang San noticed that not too far from where they had landed,
Time and space were showing slight ripples, as if forcibly folded.
A pair of heterochromatic time-pupils was watching their conversation.
"Interesting… killing intent…"
Tang San was actually showing faint killing intent toward Bo Saixi.
(End of chapter)