Just last night, after Ning Rongrong was "invited" back from outside Spirit City…
Gold Crocodile Douluo led a group of High Priests into an overnight emergency meeting titled:
"Spirit Hall's Measures to Ensure the Stability of Logistics for High-End Combatants."
The agenda consisted of precisely one item:
How to prevent Comrade Ning Rongrong from ever 'running away from home' again.
During the meeting, Gold Crocodile Douluo pounded the table, voice full of grief and righteous fury.
"Once Comrade Ning Rongrong is lost, we will face a severe barbecue crisis! The consequences are unimaginable!"
"This young woman possesses core strategic technology crucial to the future happiness index of our Spirit Hall!"
Every Titled Douluo nodded vigorously, deeply moved.
Finally, the committee unanimously passed the:
"Highest-Level Strategic Talent Protection Proposal."
In simpler terms:
—24-hour surveillance.
—Zero gaps.
—Personal safety guaranteed by two Titled Douluos even when she goes to the restroom.
In even simpler terms:
House arrest.
Thus, after an entire night of grilling without rest…
their "royal barbecue chef" was now being forced to sit, eat a proper meal, then continue grilling in the evening.
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong burst into tears again and shovelled fried rice faster.
If she didn't eat enough—how would she have the strength to cry?
Or the strength… to continue being exploited by these old bandits?!
Meanwhile — On Sea God Island
"Xi Xi! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"
"I shouldn't have broken your scepter! I'll compensate! I'll give you the Pontiff's scepter in exchange, alright? Just stop hitting me!"
The "world-shaking battle" the Seven Sacred Pillars had imagined…
Ended pathetically fast.
Or rather—
Qian Daoliu lost pathetically fast.
The reasons were extremely straightforward:
First:
He had flown day and night across half the continent.
His spirit power was drained; his body was worn out.
Second—and fatal:
This was Sea God Island.
Bo Saixi's home turf.
Here, she could freely draw on the Sea God's divine force; the entire ocean was her weapon.
Qian Daoliu had barely unfolded his Angelic Domain—
when suddenly—
Bo Saixi lifted her hand lightly.
A golden trident, formed entirely from seawater and divine power, condensed in her grip.
The moment it appeared, the sky dimmed.
A projection of the Sea God Trident.
Not the true artifact, but more than enough to make Bo Saixi terrifying in short bursts.
Qian Daoliu stared, numb.
It's just a fight…
Why are you bringing out a divine artifact projection!?
But he wasn't stupid—merely insane. His reaction was swift:
You have a divine artifact?
I have one too!
Qian Daoliu raised his right hand skyward, striking a dramatic pose, voice low and filled with pretentious grandeur.
"Angelic Sacred Sword—
COME!"
Three seconds passed.
Sea breeze: whoosh~
A seabird flew overhead and politely pooped onto his head.
No sword.
Qian Daoliu's smiling expression slowly froze.
Wait…
Where's my sword?
He held the pose two more seconds.
Still nothing.
Then—
Buzz!
His mind went blank.
—He forgot to bring it.
In his rush to fly out, he had left the Angelic Sacred Sword in his bedroom!
Fighting on enemy territory…
with low spirit power…
without a divine weapon…
This fight was doomed from the start.
And so—
Qian Daoliu was pressed into the beach by Bo Saixi and beaten like a rented mule.
The Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos watched their High Priestess pounding the Spirit Hall's High Priest into the sand.
They kept their gazes down, pretending to admire the seabed.
Can't afford to provoke.
Truly can't afford to provoke.
After venting her fury, Bo Saixi stood over Qian Daoliu's motionless body.
She pointed toward the mainland.
"Scram."
Qian Daoliu immediately sprang up like a revived carp, slapped off the sand, and grinned brightly.
"Xi Xi! We already fought, you vented your anger, so… can you come back with me now?"
Bo Saixi: ?
Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos: ??
Did you not understand a single word she said?!
Bo Saixi felt a stabbing pain in her chest.
She deeply inhaled, ignored him, and turned away.
But she had taken only a few steps when—
pap pap pap pap—
That shameless man followed her again.
He was like chewing gum stuck to her shoe—
persistent, annoying, impossible to shake off.
Bo Saixi took one step—
He took one step.
She stopped—
He stopped, pretending to appreciate the scenery, looking extremely shameless.
Bo Saixi's patience ran out. She abruptly turned around.
"What EXACTLY are you trying to do?!"
"Take you away, of course!"
Qian Daoliu replied with the righteous indignation of someone who was clearly the wronged party.
He raised a solemn finger.
"I won't leave."
"Unless you come with me to Feng Ran Pavilion and become the security deputy captain!"
Bo Saixi didn't even want to breathe the same air as him anymore.
She turned and practically vanished with her speed.
Qian Daoliu immediately sprinted to follow.
Thus—
A dramatic chase scene unfolded around the Sea God Temple.
One fleeing in fury.
One chasing in obsession.
This lasted…
until lunchtime.
Inside the Sea God Temple
Servants brought in white jade plates bearing exquisite dishes infused with oceanic spiritual energy.
Bo Saixi pressed her temples, finally enjoying a moment of peace.
Among the Seven Sacred Pillar Douluos, only the innocent Sea Witch dared stay.
"Lady Bo Saixi, may I eat lunch with you?"
Bo Saixi nodded slightly.
Then—
"Scrrrr—eeeeee—ch!"
The harsh sound of a chair dragging scraped across the floor.
Bo Saixi's eyelid twitched violently.
Qian Daoliu had somehow fetched a chair, sat down opposite her, and looked as if he were at home!
The veins on Bo Saixi's hand clenched around her chopsticks.
"Who permitted you to sit?! Get up!"
But Qian Daoliu ignored her completely.
He even took out his own gold-rimmed bowl and chopsticks.
Then he calmly picked up a piece of Bo Saixi's prized Deep Sea Silver Cod, and—under her murderous stare—popped it into his mouth.
"Oh, Xi Xi, why are we still acting like outsiders?"
He mumbled while chewing, ready to make the conversation even more irritating.
But—
His chewing slowed.
Then completely stopped.
His roguish smile froze.
And then—
"PTOO—!!"
Qian Daoliu abruptly spat out everything in his mouth.