Chapter 158: A charming atmosphere, the soul bone returns.
It's unknown how much time passed.
"Oh my god! My head hurts!"
When Xuan Mo slowly regained consciousness, his first instinct was to hold the back of his head. He then found himself lying on his dormitory bed.
"Damn it, that's such a bummer!"
Xuan Mo muttered to himself, but when he turned around, he found his right hand tightly grasped by Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong was sitting on the edge of the bed, her upper body draped over his, soundly asleep.
Not only was Ning Rongrong's hair disheveled, but her eyes were faintly visible, and two long tear marks etched across her delicate face, clearly having cried herself to sleep.
At that moment, Xuan Mo's initial resentment towards the Ice and Fire Dragon King for his "letting down his teammates" instantly gave way to an overwhelming pity for Ning Rongrong.
Then, Xuan Mo gently stepped off the bed, carefully picked up Ning Rongrong, and laid her on his own.
However, perhaps because Ning Rongrong had just fallen asleep and wasn't very deep, or perhaps because Xuan Mo's supposedly cautious approach still made too much noise for her, the moment Xuan Mo placed her on the bed, before he could let go, Ning Rongrong squirmed in his arms and suddenly opened her eyes.
Their eyes met for a moment, and a blush spread across Ning Rongrong's face amidst the alluring atmosphere.
However, in Xuan Mo's embrace, Ning Rongrong didn't resist, instead boldly embracing him with her backhand.
Neither of them spoke, neither of them saying a single word, only their hearts racing at this strange moment.
In this moment, Xuan Mo's heart skipped a beat.
But then, "Knock, knock!"
Oscar's voice echoed from the other side, "Rongrong, how's Old Mo?"
It turned out that Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong had been so engrossed in the moment that they hadn't noticed Oscar's footsteps.
"Damn you bitch, Oskar!"
Seeing their moment of enjoyment interrupted, Xuan Mo gritted his teeth, looking as if he wanted to kill Oscar. Ning Rongrong, however, laughed heartily.
Xuan Mo, swallowing his anger, grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand and headed for the door.
Ning Rongrong didn't resist. After all, everyone in Shrek knew about their relationship, so there was no need to be shy or hide it.
As the door opened, Oscar saw Xuan Mo's face darken, unaware that he'd interrupted his moment.
He raised his lip and teased, "Old Mo, it seems I came at the wrong time."
Before Xuan Mo could say anything, Ning Rongrong reacted. She spun around, grabbed Xuan Mo's arm, and raised an eyebrow at Oscar. Seeing this, Oscar's smug expression vanished completely. He simply said, "The dean told Old Mo to meet them in the conference room when he wakes up." Then, he dashed off.
Now, only Xuan Mo and Ning Rongrong were left smiling at each other.
...
In the Shrek Academy conference room.
"This..."
"This is... a ten-thousand-year-old head soul bone!"
Flender and Master were shocked upon seeing the soul bone Xuan Mo had retrieved. Even Ning Fengzhi, who had been calmly sipping tea nearby, couldn't help but tremble slightly.
As for why Ning Fengzhi was there it turned out that when Xuan Mo had fainted, everyone was completely panicked.
For a moment, they were at their wit's end.
So, in the end, Flender and the others decided to have Ning Rongrong inform Ning Fengzhi.
When Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong arrived, the Shrek people learned from them that Xuan Mo's coma was caused by excessive depletion of his own spiritual energy, but he was not seriously injured.
So, after forcing Xuan Mo to take the healing herbs Tang San had provided, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong stayed at Shrek Academy together.
Everyone also learned from Tang San that Shi Nian had attacked them and that he had died.
At this moment.
"Wow! Old Mo, where did you get this soul bone?"
Oscar stared at the skull Xuan Mo had taken out and asked the question on everyone's mind.
Xuan Mo didn't hide it, "I got this soul bone from Shi Nian after I killed him."
Flender and the others looked up at Xuan Mo with a hint of surprise. "You said Shi Nian, you killed him?"
Xuan Mo nodded.
Flender and the others just frowned at this.
However, as to how Xuan Mo killed Shi Nian, everyone knew it tacitly, and no one said a word.
Instead, they tacitly shifted the topic to the ten thousand year soul bone Xuan Mo had taken out.
After a moment's silence, Flanders said, "Young Mo, absorb this soul bone immediately. Ten-thousand-year soul bones are rare and precious, so don't let anyone else know about it."
"No!"
As soon as Flanders said this, the master objected.
Flanders looked at the master with a look of doubt and uncertainty, his face shifting. "Xiaogang, you..."
Just as everyone thought Flanders was going to do something to the master, they were about to intervene when Flanders' eyes lit up and he said something that made everyone drop to the ground. "Xiaogang, do you want to buy this soul bone too?"
"Of course not," the master said, his face darkening. He explained to Xuan Mo why this soul bone was not suitable for him to absorb.
At the end of his speech, the master glanced at Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, who were sitting nearby, then looked at Ning Rongrong. "To be honest, this head soul bone is a gemstone, and it also controls illusions. It's a skull of wisdom, perfect for Ning Rongrong."
Ning Fengzhi, who had been quietly sipping tea, his eyes suddenly lit up at the master's words.
He knew how precious a head soul bone suitable for a soul master, one that was ten thousand years old, was.
Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, with its vast wealth, possessed only a handful of soul bones.
Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup, stood up, and walked over to Xuan Mo, handing him a gold card. "Xiao Mo, this gold card is for you. I know this isn't worth this ten thousand year old head soul bone, but it's a small token of my appreciation, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect owes you a favor."
"Uncle Ning, you're being polite. I was planning to give this soul bone to Rongrong. After all, I don't care... If I give it to her, who else can I give it to?"
Xuan Mo saw this and pushed the gold card back.
However, just then, the Grandmaster continued, "Unfortunately, Rongrong has already absorbed a nine-thousand-year-old soul bone."
Ning Fengzhi froze, and Gu Rong approached Ning Rongrong, asking, "Rongrong, you've already absorbed a soul bone? Why didn't you tell us?"
Ning Rongrong playfully replied, "This is a surprise for Grandpa Bone and Dad. But don't worry, my head soul bone was also given to me by Brother Mo, and it's similar in type to this one."
Ning Fengzhi could only lament the twists of fate; he hadn't expected his daughter to have already absorbed a soul bone.
While Ning Rongrong's soul bone was perfectly suitable, it was still a bit younger than this ten-thousand-year-old soul bone.
"Well, even though Rongrong has already absorbed it, it's still suitable for our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Since you, Xiao Mo, won't absorb this soul bone, please consider us if you're selling it."
Just as everyone was about to agree, hoping Xuan Mo would agree, Xuan Mo suddenly said, "Uncle Ning, I still say the same thing. I'm still planning to let Rongrong absorb this soul bone..."
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