"How should I put it? A lot of things happened." Ning Rongrong mumbled as she casually sat down next to Ning Fengzhi. She picked up a piece of fruit from the table on the stand, popped it into her mouth, and crunched away like a hamster taking a small bite.
"I went to the Heaven Dou Palace to find Qian Renxue, and also to the Star Dou Forest to find Xue Di. Overall, I gained quite a lot."
"Then what about the situation at Vast Sea City…"
Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brows slightly. Ning Rongrong's words didn't seem to connect at all with the thunderstorm out at sea!
"Oh, you mean that place!" Ning Rongrong switched the apple from her right hand to her left and said casually,
"Lan Fozi asked me for help earlier. By the time I got there, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress had already been chopped up and killed by Tang San."
"What? The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress are dead?" Shock appeared on the faces of Ning Fengzhi and the other two.
Those were existences at the Limit Douluo level—and in their own domain, no less—yet they had fallen at Tang San's hands. Wasn't that a bit too absurd?
"Tang San… that guy has already reached Rank 100 and become a god." Ning Rongrong shrugged and dropped another bombshell. "So, I killed Tang San."
"Uh…" Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo were stunned. "Rongrong, you killed a god?"
"Why are you all so surprised?" A trace of confusion appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes. "Killing one or two gods isn't normal for me? It's not like I haven't done it before."
Tang San becoming a god came with the experience of a god king, plus a high degree of familiarity with various rules—making him roughly a second-level god, perhaps barely half-step first-level god at best. But that was completely insufficient.
"Y-Yeah, you're right."
After hearing Ning Rongrong's words and seeing her nonchalant attitude, Ning Fengzhi let out a dry laugh.
"With the Demon Empress and Deep Sea Demonic Whale King fallen, what about Lan Fozi's situation?"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had no formal alliance with soul beasts, but Ning Rongrong did have some connection with them.
The upper circles were only so big—basically, you either knew someone or were on the way to knowing them.
"Didn't I already say? It was divine tribulation!" Ning Rongrong rested her chin in her hand and answered languidly.
"Tang San is human—uh… a vegetable now—but humans don't need to undergo tribulation. The ones who usually have to cross thunder tribulation are soul beasts."
"The thunderstorm at Vast Sea City was caused by the Dragon God's rule that soul beasts cannot become gods."
"That's why Lan Fozi's ascension caused such a huge commotion."
"That's no longer just a 'huge' problem!" Ning Fengzhi's eye twitched. Ning Rongrong had definitely played some role in it.
Lan Fozi seemed to be a soul beast who had only recently crossed one thunder tribulation and taken human form. Reaching the quasi-god level of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King wasn't something that could be done in a short time—especially since she was a soul beast.
"It's nothing." Ning Rongrong's voice was calm. "I helped her resist the Dragon God's rules a bit and assisted her in becoming a god. First-level god position—Water God. Mm, not bad."
"Hiss—" Sword Douluo sucked in a cold breath. "Water God? Could a soul beast actually be favored by the Divine Realm?"
It wasn't surprising that Sword Douluo was shocked. Soul beasts couldn't become gods—Xue Di was a special case because she inherited the Ice God's divine seat.
But normally, it was impossible for a god—let alone a first-level god—to favor a soul beast and allow it to become a god. That would be a blatant slap to the Divine Realm's face in broad daylight.
"Of course not. Lan Fozi's aptitude isn't at the level that would shock the Divine Realm into bending the rules for her." Ning Rongrong got down from the chair and stood up. She patted her chest with her right hand.
"Of course it was me. Since the Sea God could condense a first-level god position on his own, isn't it quite interesting that I used a special method to help Lan Fozi condense a divine seat?"
"Whoosh—" Ning Fengzhi and the other two instantly showed horrified expressions and stood up in unison.
"Rongrong, what did you just say?" Sword Douluo's body trembled slightly. "Con… condense what?"
Sword Douluo thought he had misheard. From the corner of his eye, he saw the other two had the same expression, but he still asked again to confirm.
"A divine seat! A first-level god's divine seat." Ning Rongrong grinned mischievously. "How about that? Am I amazing or what!"
"This…"
Ning Fengzhi and the other two were shocked and speechless.
This went beyond amazing!
It was downright ridiculous, okay?
Especially for Ning Fengzhi—he had originally thought that as long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School prospered and every generation had someone with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, it would already be as if their ancestors' graves were emitting green smoke of good fortune.
Now it wasn't just green smoke—the grass on the ancestral graves was on fire.
Creating a god!
What a terrifying feat—and his own daughter was speaking of it so casually.
It was said that even the Sea God took a thousand years to prove himself as a first-level god. How long did his Rongrong take—one day? Two days? And this was helping someone else—the most important part being helping a soul beast, who wasn't supposed to become a god, ascend to a first-level god position as the Water God.
Wasn't this difficulty far greater than the Sea God Bo Saixi achieving godhood step by step?
"Alright, alright, there's no need to talk more about Lan Fozi's matter." Ning Rongrong clapped her hands to pull everyone's attention back. "The main thing is, I promised to help the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and Demon Empress if they ever encountered danger. But by the time I arrived, the two of them were already floating on the water like dead fish."
"There was nothing I could do, so I had to think of another way—like letting the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and Demon Empress exist in another form. But the prerequisite was that Lan Fozi had to become a god. So I borrowed their power to push Lan Fozi to the quasi-god rank, and then, through a series of steps, helped her become a god…"
Ning Rongrong concisely explained the entire sequence of events to the three of them like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
After listening, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo looked at each other for a long moment. Finally, Ning Fengzhi sighed: "Rongrong, I'm not trying to lecture you, but don't do such dangerous things in the future."
That was thunder tribulation comparable to a first-level god's attack. Even now, Ning Fengzhi couldn't imagine how terrifying the Demonic Whale Sea Domain must have been at the time.
Forget an auxiliary-type Title Douluo like himself—even if Sword Douluo had entered the Demonic Whale Sea Domain, he would very likely have perished on the spot.
Yet his own Rongrong had stood against such heavenly might and forcibly helped Lan Fozi become a god.
"Honestly, there was no need to go to such lengths for the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's family." Bone Douluo couldn't help but sigh. "Even if you owed them some favors, killing Tang San already counts as avenging them."
"Maybe." Ning Rongrong shrugged without refuting. "But I didn't exactly lose out. The Glazed Holy Sword was forged into a super divine tool, and with the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, as long as I don't run into a first-level god, there basically won't be any problems."
"Although it's a pity that the ninety-nine-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine-year Deep Sea Demonic Whale King soul bone was absorbed by Lan Fozi, they gave us some things in return. Of course, the value can't compare to the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's soul bone."
As she spoke, Ning Rongrong took out the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda slowly rotated in Ning Rongrong's hand.
Golden light flickered gently.
In front of Ning Rongrong appeared three piles of soul bones, along with two standalone external soul bones.
"This… these are!"
Seeing these priceless treasures piled up like small mountains—even though they had experienced similar things before—Ning Fengzhi and the other two couldn't help but show astonishment on their faces.
"Roughly the accumulated wealth of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King family over several hundred thousand years!" Ning Rongrong explained calmly. "The most useful ones are these nine hundred-thousand-year soul bones, plus two ten-thousand-year external soul bones. As for the rest—several hundred ten-thousand-year soul bones or so—they're whatever."
"There's a huge pile of thousand-year soul bones too. The attributes and skills on ordinary ten-thousand-year and thousand-year soul bones are too eyesore-inducing. I'm too lazy to look at them. You guys can divide them up!"
After speaking, Ning Rongrong handed Ning Fengzhi a neatly summarized A4 sheet with the information on the hundred-thousand-year soul bones and the two ten-thousand-year external soul bones.
Seeing the information on the paper, Ning Fengzhi and the other two fell silent.
Good grief—what a "why not eat meat" attitude.
Ten-thousand-year soul bones—even Ning Rongrong looked down on them now.
At the very least, they had to be ten-thousand-year external soul bones or hundred-thousand-year soul bones before she would bother appraising them?
(End of chapter)