Chapter 228: Let's get this over with quickly, lest things get complicated!
Upon seeing Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong rushed over excitedly, then fluttered into his arms like a butterfly, pouting slightly with a hint of grievance,
"Daddy, why are you only coming now? Do you know? I was so scared!"
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi gently stroked his daughter's hair, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda slowly rotating in his palm, and softly comforted her, "Rongrong, isn't Daddy here to protect His Highness the Crown Prince? I knew that with Poison Douluo's protection, you'd be alright."
"Hmph, all you ever say is that!" Ning Rongrong pouted, her slender fingers gently poking her father's shoulder, and said irritably,
"In your heart, His Highness the Crown Prince is more important than your daughter, isn't he? Those bad guys almost hurt me just now!"
Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly, lightly tapping his daughter's nose with his fingertip, and said:
"Silly girl, how could your father not care about you? It's just that as the head of a sect, I have certain responsibilities to bear. Look, I came here as soon as I made arrangements for His Highness the Crown Prince."
As he spoke, he took out a crystal jade pendant from his robes and tied it around his daughter's waist.
"This is a talisman left by your mother; it will surely protect you."
Originally, when Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo appeared, Sword Douluo had already proposed to help Tianxing Academy, after all, his beloved granddaughter Ning Rongrong was among them.
However, Ning Fengzhi rejected this suggestion.
He wanted to continue to observe for a while longer, after all, the Spirit Hall's foundation and strength were too great, and if they were not careful, it might bring great disaster to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to help, the other party had to be of value!
At the same time, Dugu Bo had already walked towards Tang Chuan.
He carefully examined the boy, confirming that although the boy had survived a fierce battle, he was unharmed. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and ask, "Kid, are you alright?"
"Not only am I alright, but I also gained a great deal!" Shaking his head slightly, Tang Chuan looked at Dugu Bo, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
Just as the Spirit Hall members retreated, the Crimson King's enormous figure also vanished.
No sooner had Dugu Bo arrived than Ning Fengzhi followed. His gaze fell on Tang Chuan, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, before he asked with a hint of deeper meaning,
"Young friend Tang Chuan, I truly didn't expect you to have such a great opportunity, obtaining a 100,000-year soul ring at such a young age. I also didn't expect that a 100,000-year soul beast would be hidden within Shrek Academy."
"But why would she choose to sacrifice herself to you?"
Hearing this, Tang Chuan pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "She probably didn't want to sacrifice herself to me, but rather to Tang San."
"What did you say? You mean this 100,000-year soul beast sacrificed herself to the wrong person?" Ning Fengzhi's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, incredulous.
"She was originally going to sacrifice Tang San." Tang Chuan's expression was perfectly calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. He said, "My simulation soul skill interfered with her judgment."
This casual explanation, however, sent shockwaves through the hearts of the two powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the continent. To deceive a 100,000-year-old soul beast into sacrificing itself for him? What an inconceivable ability!
Ning Fengzhi quickly suppressed his shock, his gaze turning to the deep claw marks on the distant cliff, the traces left by the Crimson King when it departed. He carefully chose his words, trying to unravel this intricate web of relationships. "Then who was the soul beast that appeared to help just now..."
Hearing this, Tang Chuan simply waved his hand. As the young man turned, his robes fluttered, casting a long shadow in the setting sun. He then turned his head and gave a meaningful glance, saying,
"Sect Master Ning."
"Some things, the less you know, the better for you."
After saying this, he didn't linger and walked straight towards the carriage of Tianxing Academy.
"Sect Master Ning, thank you for your help earlier!" Dugu Bo gave a slight bow, glanced at Ning Fengzhi, flicked his dark green robe sleeves, and silently followed behind.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin only spoke slowly after their figures disappeared into the sunset:
"Fengzhi, this…"
Ning Fengzhi watched the two figures recede into the distance, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand swirling with colorful light, and murmured softly, "It seems this continent is about to be turbulent."
…
Meanwhile, not far away.
The setting sun dyed the ravaged battlefield blood-red. Liu Erlong knelt on the scorched earth, her disheveled hair streaked with tears that clung to her cheeks. She hugged herself tightly to her chest, as if protecting the most precious treasure in the world.
It was a pure white rabbit, its soft fur shimmering with a faint pinkish sheen, now nestled obediently in her trembling arms.
This was the scene that greeted the Grandmaster and Flander when they rushed over.
"Erlong, what... what's wrong with you?" The Grandmaster strode forward, his usually calm face filled with confusion and worry. He had never seen Liu Erlong so distraught; even when she was separated from her family years ago, she had stubbornly bitten her lip, refusing to shed a tear.
Liu Erlong looked up, her tearful eyes widening, and upon seeing the Grandmaster and Flander, her tears flowed even more profusely.
She opened her mouth, but only managed broken sobs.
Flander adjusted his crooked glasses, gently patted her shoulder, and said, "Erlong, what... what's wrong with you? Where's Xiaowu? We just saw a red light shooting into the sky from afar..."
These words seemed to open a floodgate.
With another sob, Liu Erlong carefully presented the white rabbit in her arms to the two men. When the Grandmaster took the unusually docile rabbit, she finally choked out,
"This is Xiao Wu..."
Under the shocked gazes of her two old friends, she recounted in broken sentences everything she had just witnessed: how Xiao Wu had exposed her identity in a desperate situation, how the blood-red pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth had been formed, and how Tang Chuan had used a strange soul skill to trick Tang San into giving him the soul ring and soul bone that should have belonged to him.
"What?!"
"Erlong, is what you're saying true? No—"
Upon hearing this news, the Grandmaster suddenly took a half step back, the white rabbit in his arms almost slipping from his grasp. He clutched his aching chest, his face instantly turning ashen, and said,
"You're saying Xiao Wu was originally a 100,000-year-old soul beast? She was originally going to sacrifice herself to Tang San, and then that bastard Tang Chuan tricked her?"
Flander hurriedly supported the swaying Grandmaster, his eyes behind his glasses wide open, his face also filled with disbelief, and he stood frozen in place.
He gazed at the unusually quiet rabbit in the master's arms, finally understanding why he always sensed a faint, strange aura whenever he approached Xiao Wu.
At that moment, the white rabbit gently twitched its ears in the master's arms, its ruby-like eyes reflecting the last rays of the sunset, as if still holding the unspoken longing of a certain young girl.
Several hours later.
Outside the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, deep in the dense forest, dappled shadows swayed like ghostly claws.
Several men in black roughly threw an unconscious blonde woman onto the ground covered with fallen leaves. The faint golden aura surrounding her contrasted eerily with the darkness of the forest.
"Damn, this woman is too heavy!" An old man pulled off his mask, leaning on his knees and panting heavily. "Vice-Clan Leader, why don't we just extract her bloodline right here?"
Hearing this, the Vice-Clan Leader slowly lifted his black mask, his sinister face flickering in and out of the shadows—it was Yu Luomian, Liu Erlong's father!
"Drawing blood? What a waste!"
Slowly crouching down, Yu Luomian's withered fingers traced the blonde woman's neck, a greedy glint in his cloudy eyes. He said in a deep voice, "This is the bloodline of a golden dragon. Of course, we must take her back to the clan and raise her properly to continue the family line. Only in this way can we maximize the continuation of this bloodline."
Hearing this, another man in black licked his dry lips and said,
"Vice Clan Leader, should we finish this here first and then go back?" After speaking, the group exchanged glances, revealing a tacit, wicked look.
Yu Luomian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He then removed his clothes, crouched down, and pressed one knee against the blonde woman's petite body, coldly sneering,
"Alright, let's finish this quickly, lest something unexpected happens."
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