"Ah!"
A shrill scream echoed in the waiting area of one of the twenty-four divisions of the Soto Grand Arena.
Zhu Zhuqing, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped, staring in shock at the scene.
"This...this is Ye Qiu's soul skill?!"
Black flames suddenly ignited on Dai Mubai's hand, and he let out a series of screams.
"Boss Dai!"
Tang San and Oscar watched this scene in shock.
"Oscar! Don't move!" Seeing Oscar about to reach out to extinguish the black flames on Dai Mubai's hand, Tang San quickly pulled him back.
He could feel the terror of those black flames, which were far stronger than Ma Hongjun's raging flames.
Dai Mubai kept swatting at the flames with his other hand, but it was no use. The flames
were still spreading up his arm.
"Rongrong!" Xiao Wu had already run to Ning Rongrong, wanting to help her up, but Zhu Zhuqing stopped her.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong was slumped on the ground, her eyes fixed ahead, a line of blood trickling down the corner of her right eye.
Strangely, her originally blue eyes turned blood red, inlaid with a black six-pointed star, inside which was a purple three-leaf windmill!
"It looks like... Xiao Qiu?!"
Xiao Wu stared blankly at Ning Rongrong's eyes; the crimson background and the six-pointed star pattern were still vivid in her memory.
"Ning Rongrong! You'd better kill her!"
Dai Mubai roared, his handsome face turning ferocious and terrifying, his arm, wreathed in black flames, reaching out to grab her.
"Boss Dai, be careful!"
Suddenly, Tang San, who had already activated his Purple Demon Eye, sensed something was wrong.
The color of Xuan Yu spread from his palm, already placed on the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.
"Dai Mubai! How dare you!?" Xiao Wu shouted sharply, about to step forward to stop him, but was still grabbed by Zhu Zhuqing.
She knew very well the power of those black flames.
"Zhuqing?"
Xiao Wu looked at her in confusion, but Zhu Zhuqing pointed at Ning Rongrong.
"Look!"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong's left eye also underwent a change.
A strange light, reddish-purple, flashed, and the black flames on Dai Mubai's body suddenly surged.
"Ugh! Ning Rongrong...stop! Ah...!"
The black flames suddenly spread upwards, and Dai Mubai screamed in agony. A figure rushed forward beside him, a cold light flashing, and Dai Mubai let out an even more shrill scream.
Swoosh! This was the sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh.
Plop! A pool of blood sprayed onto the ground, exuding a heavy stench of blood.
In Tang San's hand, he held a gleaming bone-scraping knife, dripping with dazzling crimson blood.
Holding it, with the powerful perception of his Purple Demon Eye, he sliced off a large strip of flesh from Dai Mubai's shoulder, close to the bone, along his arm.
Before the flesh even hit the ground, it was already devoured by the black flames.
"Gulp~" Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Oscar all swallowed hard, their faces pale. The bloody scene was incredibly impactful.
The power of the black flames filled them with terror.
"Ugh!!"
Dai Mubai's eyes widened suddenly, his open mouth unable to utter a sound.
Thud!
With a muffled thud, Dai Mubai crashed heavily to the ground.
He had already lost consciousness.
Lying on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, his body soaked in sweat.
Half of his clothes and the ground were stained with his blood.
His once muscular right arm was now flattened, revealing the grim white bone stained with blood.
From the moment he reached out to Ning Rongrong to now collapsing on the ground, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.
"Boss Dai!" Tang San put away his bone-scraping knife and quickly knelt down, channeling the soul power he had cultivated from his Xuan Tian Gong into Dai Mubai's body.
His expression was also somewhat solemn, and he was worried.
Looking at Dai Mubai's right arm, she could only hope he wouldn't blame her later!
After a moment's hesitation, she didn't forget there were still food-type Soul Masters on the field.
"Oscar! Don't just stand there, quickly make some sausages!"
"Okay, okay." Oscar nodded repeatedly, frantically chanting his Soul Incantation.
"I have a small sausage!"
"I have a big sausage!"
He kept repeating his lewd Soul Incantation, holding all the sausages he had made in his arms, and handed them to Tang San.
"Alright! You should go find the Dean quickly, otherwise, there might be some aftereffects!"
"Okay, I'll go right now." Oscar paused, turned around and glanced at Ning Rongrong.
He wanted to ask if she needed sausages, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and quickly left.
"Rongrong, are you alright?"
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also helped Ning Rongrong up and sat her on a bench.
"I'm fine, it's just that my eyes hurt so much!" Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with tears, and she let Xiao Wu gently wipe away the bloodstains flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"How do you know Ye Qiu's soul skill?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at her strangely.
"I...I don't know either. Ye Qiu never told me it might be his new soul skill, right?"
Ning Rongrong rubbed her eyes, which were still stinging.
"Mu Bai! What happened?"
Rapid footsteps approached. Seeing Dai Mu Bai lying in a pool of blood, Flander's voice was filled with shock.
"Ning Rongrong! Don't you owe me an explanation?"
Flander looked at her with a gloomy expression. His student, whom he had taught for so long, was injured like this and almost died!
"Dean, Dai Mu Bai attacked Rongrong first! If Rongrong hadn't had some tricks up her sleeve, she might have been taken advantage of by this lecherous thief!"
Xiao Wu stood in front of Ning Rongrong, staring directly at Flander. Even in the face of the Soul Saint's pressure, she didn't back down an inch.
"That's right. You can ask Tang San and Oscar if you don't believe me! They saw the whole thing!"
Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Xiao Wu, pointing to the two who were helping Dai Mubai up.
"Xiao Ao?" Flander looked at Oscar with suspicion.
Oscar nodded firmly in response to their gazes.
"It was indeed Boss Dai who attacked first, trying to hurt Rongrong first..."
"..."
Hearing Oscar's description, Flander remained silent for a moment, his expression still uncertain.
"Even so, could Mubai really do anything to Ning Rongrong? You went too far!"
"This attack isn't something I can control; it triggers whenever someone tries to hurt me," Ning Rongrong explained, standing up.
"Besides, if he really touched me, it wouldn't end so easily!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with a chilling coldness as she looked at Dai Mubai.
She already belonged to Ye Qiu.
This lecherous thief actually tried to touch her; he deserved it!
Flander's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the fear and hatred in her eyes, he knew Ning Rongrong was right.
Given her status, if anything were to happen to her, if she were to suffer any harm,
the entire Shrek Academy wouldn't have enough lives to pay for it!
'Sigh! Mu Bai is fine as long as he plays around outside the academy, but he actually dared to lay a hand on his classmate. And that classmate's status isn't lower than his.'
Flander didn't know what to say, looking at Dai Mu Bai with some helplessness.
"Dean, I think we should take Mu Bai to see a healing-type Soul Master for treatment as soon as possible, otherwise it might have a negative impact on his future Soul Master career!"
Tang San looked at Dai Mu Bai's condition with some concern and urged Flander to send him for treatment quickly.
"Okay! I'll take him there now. You guys can return to the academy on your own after your Soul Battle!"
Flander took Dai Mu Bai from Tang San, and before leaving, he didn't forget to say to Ning Rongrong.
"Ning Rongrong, once Mu Bai is better, I'll personally make him apologize to you."
"No need! He's already so badly injured, let it go."
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Ning Rongrong was also a little shaken.
"Alright!" Flander nodded, then quickly walked out of the Soto Grand Arena and flew away.
He felt a pang of bitterness.
What kind of people were in this academy?!
One by one, even the teachers couldn't afford to offend them!
Having witnessed Zhao Wuji's brutal defeat at the hands of Tang Hao,
he didn't want to needlessly provoke the behemoth that was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, especially since it housed Sword and Bone Douluos who had become famous even earlier than Tang Hao.
He, a mere Soul Saint, couldn't afford to be hurt!
Watching Flander leave, the waiting room suddenly fell silent.
It wasn't until the host urged Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu to go on stage again that everyone reacted.
"Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, I'm fine, you two go first!"
"Okay, then Rongrong, you wait for us here!"
With that, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu headed towards the Soul Battle Passage, preparing to go on stage.
...
In the direction of the Soto City gate.
Ye Qiu was rushing towards the Soul Battle Arena.
Suddenly noticing something, he looked up at the sky.
A figure flew overhead, with a pair of eagle wings on its back.
'That must be the Four-Eyed Cat-Owl, Flander!'
The Sharingan, glowing with purple light, easily revealed the figure's appearance and the bloodied arm hanging down.
Without delay, Ye Qiu continued forward.
After entering the city gate,
Ye Qiu sensed that the Heavenly Harvest Destiny had been triggered, so he immediately rushed in that direction.
Along the way, he fully utilized the Sharingan's X-ray vision, searching for Ning Rongrong and the others.
The two elders of the Spirit Hall would arrive in Soto City tomorrow morning.
He also had to find Xiao Wu before they arrived, in case anything unexpected happened.
Before long, Ye Qiu arrived at the entrance of the Soto Grand Arena.
His steps faltered, and his breathing became somewhat rapid.
A mix of emotions welled up inside him—fear, heaviness, joy—all sorts of feelings filled his heart.
"Phew," he let out a long sigh.
"Hehe. I wonder if that silly rabbit I haven't seen in years will still recognize me. Hmm, and Zhu Qing too."
A slight smile returned to Ye Qiu's lips as he solemnly lifted his foot and walked inside.
He had already scouted the area before entering the Soul Arena.
He hadn't expected Tang Hao to be out of the vicinity. He wondered where Tang Hao
had gone to get some alcohol and was numbing himself with cheap liquor.
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However, whether
he was there or not,
it didn't pose much of a threat to Ye Qiu now.
It was better if he wasn't.
Even if he were, he wouldn't recognize or even remember Ye Qiu.
Besides, Ye Qiu would find a way
to expose Tang Hao to the watchful eyes of the two elders, Qianjun and Jiangmo!
He couldn't kill him, but at least he could keep him from operating near Soto City!
Ye Qiu composed himself and walked towards the badge registration area.
...
In the waiting room,
only Ning Rongrong and Oscar remained.
Tang San had already been called up for a one-on-one soul battle.
As for Ma Hongjun, he had disappeared after the battle.
Ning Rongrong held a small mirror, gently wiping and rubbing around her eyes.
In the mirror, Oscar appeared, looking hesitant.
Putting down the mirror, she turned to look at him.
"Oscar, is there anything you want to say?"
"Gulp~"
Oscar swallowed, a little scared, avoiding her gaze, his usual lewdness gone.
"Rongrong, do you have someone you like?"
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong looked at him strangely.
"Why would you ask such a stupid question? Haven't I made it obvious enough?"
"Haha...Is that so?"
Oscar gave a fake laugh, his expression dejected.
Of course he could see it, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.
He finally found a girl he fell in love with at first sight, and it was over before it even started!
Seeing Oscar's expression, a shrewd glint appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
"Actually, even if I didn't have someone I liked, we couldn't be together!"
"Why!?" Oscar looked at her strangely.
Ning Rongrong held up two fingers, her expression serious, her eyes calm as she looked at him.
"Two reasons! First, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's ancestral precepts state that direct descendants of the sect must marry a combat-type Soul Master!"
"What kind of ancestral precepts are these?!" Oscar was stunned, completely unable to understand this ridiculous rule.
"For the continued strength of the sect, for the safety of its members, we need a powerful partner!"
At this moment, Ning Rongrong, like a leader, spoke solemnly, her eyes filled with a hint of mockery as she looked at Oscar.
"You, a food-type Soul Master, what can you use to protect me? What can you use to uphold the glory of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! To kill the enemy with your sausages? Or to stuff them to death?"
Oscar fell silent.
He wasn't stupid; upon reflection, he had to admit that this ancestral precept did indeed have its merits.
But he was still somewhat unwilling to give up.
"And the second reason?"
"The second reason is even simpler! Simply put..." Ning
Rongrong smiled lightly, her expression suddenly becoming condescending. She glanced at him indifferently, her voice cold.
"What is my status, and what is your position?! Don't you have any self-awareness?" A muffled sound suddenly echoed in Oscar's head upon hearing this. His body trembled, his already fair face turned even paler, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, and the light in his eyes completely dimmed. Ning Rongrong's icy words extinguished the flame of hope in his heart like a tsunami! "Hmph! Don't put on that deadpan act for me, making everyone think you have deep feelings for me! I doubt even you believe it yourself!" Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, frowning and glaring at him. "Hehe... this, this isn't a memorial... oh no, just a moment of reflection!" Oscar chuckled awkwardly. Ning Rongrong was right; he had only known her for a day or two. Even if he had feelings for her, they weren't anything special. "It's good that you understand!" Ning Rongrong nodded in satisfaction, then looked at him curiously. "Oscar, do you have somewhere to go after graduation?" "!" Hearing her question, Oscar's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at her in surprise. "Rongrong, what do you mean?" "Can't you tell? Of course, I'm inviting you to join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! With your talent, the sect will definitely nurture you. As for your marriage, I can also help you find a partner, how about it?" For Oscar, the first food-type soul master in history with innate full soul power, Ning Rongrong certainly knew how much potential he had. Currently, aside from being a bit sleazy, there aren't any major flaws. As a qualified young lady, recruiting talent for the sect is also her duty! "What... what would happen if I didn't join?" Oscar's Adam's apple bobbed, the conversation between Ning Rongrong and Flander echoing in his mind. "What? You don't really think you can threaten the status of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, do you?" Ning Rongrong looked at him like he was an idiot. "Haha, of course not! I still have some self-awareness." Oscar awkwardly scratched his head. He knew his own situation; he wasn't particularly interested in cultivation. Besides, they had a large and powerful group, while he was just a lone commoner soul master. "Alright! I've said my piece. Think it over yourself!" "Ah!" Just as she finished speaking, Ning Rongrong suddenly screamed. A body had already sat down next to her, and an arm had wrapped around her waist. "Who are you? Let go of Rongrong!" Oscar had just gotten up to pounce on the suddenly appearing figure, but Ning Rongrong was faster than him. "Ah! Ye Qiu! You're finally here!" Upon seeing him clearly, Ning Rongrong almost jumped up excitedly, immediately hugging his neck and leaning against him. "Ye Qiu?"
Oscar stood there, stunned, staring at the young man holding Ning Rongrong in his arms.
His shoulder-length blue hair was tousled, his eyes a deep blue, and his face was even more striking than his own.
More importantly, it was his aura.
Though simply dressed in white, he exuded nobility.
Oscar felt a bitter pang in his heart; at this moment, his last shred of hope had vanished.
"Miss Rongrong! Quite eloquent!"
Ye Qiu had already arrived, simply waiting for her to finish speaking.
He suddenly realized that Ning Rongrong, when she adopted her pampered princess persona, possessed a unique charm.
"Of course! I'm the future sect leader!"
Ning Rongrong buried her face in his neck, greedily inhaling his scent.
Even after only a few days apart, she already missed Ye Qiu's faint fragrance.
Ye Qiu also noticed Oscar standing nearby, nodded slightly, and greeted him.
Oscar forced a smile and sat down again.
"Rongrong, are you alright?" Ye Qiu withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the beauty in his arms.
"No, thanks to your soul skill! But my eyes hurt a bit and are bleeding!"
Ning Rongrong tilted her head back, pouting, her eyes fixed on Ye Qiu.
She pointed to her eyes, her face flushed, her voice soft and sweet.
"Could you blow on them for me? Okay?"
"Okay!" Ye Qiu smiled and agreed, gently blowing warm air into her eyes.
Like a warm spring breeze, delicate flowers bloomed on Ning Rongrong's pretty face, her eyes filled with a touch of spring.
"Mmm!"
Before he could blow a few times, Ning Rongrong grabbed Ye Qiu's collar and gave him a big kiss.
"Hehe." Looking at Ye Qiu's glistening lips, Ning Rongrong smiled contentedly.
Ye Qiu just chuckled and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.
After a moment of silence,
"By the way! Where are Xiao Wu and the other two?"
"..." Hearing his question, Ning Rongrong's face darkened.
She looked at him resentfully.
"Hmph! I knew you didn't come here specifically to see me!"
"I!"
Ye Qiu paused, his words trailing off.
Saying he came specifically to see you seemed utterly shameless.
Not far away, Oscar, who understood the meaning of "don't look where you shouldn't,"
listened to their conversation, his expression gradually turning to shock.
That eerie black flame that injured Boss Dai was actually his soul skill!
And judging from his words, that guy named Ye Qiu actually had a close relationship with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing!
How could Ning Rongrong, this young lady, tolerate this?!
...
Looking at the silent Ye Qiu, Ning Rongrong glared at him fiercely.
Always like this, would it kill him to say a few sweet words?!
"Hmph! They're having a soul battle up there!"
He snorted coldly, pointing to the branch arena where Xiao Wu and the others were.
"Sorry,"
Ye Qiu chuckled dryly, saying nothing, but lightly kissed Ning Rongrong on the cheek.
Seeing her expression soften, he then looked at the battle taking place in the arena.