Just Having Tea Late at Night

Zhu Zhuqing had actually heard about Ning Rongrong's situation a long time ago.

Back when he was on the Shrek Academy Team, Yu Xiaogang had presented a lot of information about other team members for research purposes.

Among all the teams, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team, where Su Cheng was, had always been the biggest hypothetical enemy in the minds of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Their research is naturally of paramount importance.

Ning Rongrong's special circumstances also came to the attention of the authorities.

According to Yu Xiaogang at the time, her situation was a special case of Martial Soul Mutation. Combined with Ning Rongrong's superb talent of level nine Innate Soul Power, this explanation seemed reasonable. Therefore, Zhu Zhuqing no longer took it to heart.

In retrospect, there seems to be a serious problem; Yu Xiaogang was clearly pretending to know what he didn't.

The Innate Soul Power level represents the quality of Soul Master's Martial Soul.

No matter how weak Martial Soul is, as long as the bloodline is pure enough, there is a possibility of having Innate Full Soul Power, including the universally recognized Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass.

However, the probability of this happening is extremely low, almost zero. Even with the help of cultivation techniques, unless one possesses a custom-made technique, it is impossible to Bloodline Purification to that level even after a lifetime of arduous cultivation.

According to Su Cheng's previous theory, Bloodline Purification can be compared to transforming into Soul Beast.

Whenever Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Transformation, it will be Innate Full Soul Power after becoming Soul Master. This is true even for weak Soul Beast like the Soft Bone Rabbit, because their bloodline is pure enough.

However, there are still differences in potential between different Martial Soul. For example, even though they are both Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python are much stronger than ordinary Soul Beast.

Therefore, it is clear that the appearance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is definitely related to Su Cheng.

She couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing besides this guy.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuqing frowned and glanced at Su Cheng, feeling quite displeased.

What's wrong with this bastard? Is this "sister" he's talking about really as simple as he claims?

Su Cheng seemed to sense something, and looked back at her somewhat blankly, wondering why she suddenly seemed so unhappy.

Is it because you feel neglected?

With an apologetic smile, Su Cheng said, "By the way, Sect Master, you can let Ning Rongrong communicate and learn more from Zhu Zhuqing these next few days. Their situations are actually quite similar. The Martial Soul they possess are both unique. Without any predecessors to guide them, they need to continuously explore their potential on their own."

He then looked at the other two Titled Douluo present, "In terms of comprehending the Martial Soul True Intent, Zhu Zhuqing has actually surpassed ordinary Peak Douluo."

"Oh?"

The group was taken aback upon hearing this.

That assessment is a bit of an exaggeration.

Chen Xin had keen senses and had already made a rough estimate of Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation level.

Judging from his aura, although he has a profound foundation, it seems ambiguous. Considering his age, he should not have reached the Soul Saint level yet.

Since one's cultivation level is below Soul Saint, it means one cannot yet unleash the Martial Soul Avatar. How can one comprehend the Martial Soul True Intent without even possessing Martial Soul Avatar?

Even though these words came from Su Cheng, they were still somewhat skeptical.

"Zhu Zhuqing".

Su Cheng nodded to her.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing silently rolled her eyes and looked away.

She didn't really want to talk to Su Cheng right now, but although she never showed any mercy to Su Cheng, she didn't want to leave a bad impression on Chen Xin.

Then, two points of scarlet cold light suddenly flashed in those eyes that were as black as the night sky, and her long hair fluttered silently.

In an instant, it seemed as if a phantom tiger was coiled behind her, silently licking its sharp claws, its expression lazy and listless, its full fighting spirit Killing Intent hidden deep within its heart.

"Such a pure will!"

Chen Xin, who was watching Zhu Zhuqing, narrowed his eyes slightly, and Ning Fengzhi also subconsciously straightened up.

Even the previously silent Gu Rong silently looked up and raised its eyebrows.

Throughout the entire process, Ning Rongrong, sitting to the side, seemed oblivious, looking blankly at the solemn-looking elders around her.

And that is the most terrifying part.

The more extreme the emotion, the harder it is to control.

Zhu Zhuqing's fighting spirit Killing Intent were almost tangible, yet she could control them without revealing a trace of them, giving them complete control.

This level of control alone surpasses that of many Titled Douluo.

"As expected of the Pope's disciple, truly extraordinary," Ning Fengzhi exclaimed. "Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle, what do you think?"

"There are no bottlenecks before level 95." Chen Xin picked up his teacup and took a sip, calming his astonishment. "This generation of young people is truly remarkable."

Su Cheng simply smiled without saying a word.

It's not just level 95; Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul alone could hold her up to level 99.

As the group chatted and laughed, time slowly slipped by.

Su Cheng did not mention anything about the Spirit Hall, as those matters were not urgent for the time being.

"Sect Master, Prince Xue Beng has come to visit." Suddenly, a sect disciple came to report.

"Xue Beng? What's he doing here?" Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He did not like the current Heaven Dou Crown Prince, nor did he accept the new Crown Prince as a nominal disciple as before.

The worst thing is to compare things.

Compared to Qian Renxue's previous performance when she disguised herself as Xue Qinghe, Xue Beng was far too mediocre.

In addition, Qian Renxue never attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at that time, and Su Cheng's influence was also involved. Although they later parted ways, the overall impression was mostly good.

Xue Beng has committed numerous egregious acts over the past few years, which cannot be erased by simply saying "keeping a low profile."

Therefore, they have had very little contact with each other over the past year.

At this moment, Su Cheng's expression changed, and he said with a smile, "I guess my movements have caught the attention of the royal family. In that case, Zhu Zhuqing and I should avoid each other for a while to avoid an awkward encounter."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then nodded, "That's fine too."

Chen Xin then stood up. "Since that's the case, I won't stay here any longer. Feng Zhi, you can talk to Xue Beng by yourself. Cheng'er, we haven't seen each other in a long time, let's go for a walk together."

After saying that, he looked at Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, and said, "Ning Rongrong, why don't you show this Miss Zhu around?"

The two girls exchanged a glance, neither really wanting to be alone with each other.

But now that their elders had spoken, and given that it was only natural for the master and apprentice to catch up after not seeing each other for so long, they couldn't refuse and had no choice but to go out with them.

Behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, an old man and a young man walked through the bamboo forest, chatting casually.

However, Chen Xin did not ask about anything related to the Spirit Hall or Su Cheng's personal development.

He had no intention of interfering in these matters; he would let Ning Fengzhi handle the negotiations.

Chen Xin ask something else, "Cheng'er, you and that Zhu Zhuqing, your relationship is quite close, isn't it?"

"Um."

"Qian Renxue knows?"

"I probably don't know." Su Cheng looked somewhat embarrassed.

"..." The old man was speechless upon hearing this, and said with a wry smile, "You are indeed honest."

"There's nothing to hide from the teacher."

Chen Xin clicked her tongue, hesitated for a long time, and then said dryly, "Cheng'er, this is not good."

"..."

"You have gone much further than I have in cultivation, so I have nothing to teach you." Chen Xin glanced at the silent Su Cheng and sighed softly, "But you'd better think this through carefully, otherwise you'll hurt yourself and others."

He gently patted Su Cheng on the shoulder.

"For the sake of the sect's inheritance, Feng Zhi did marry quite a few wives and concubines, but his situation is different from yours."

"He didn't invest much genuine emotion in this. His family members also had limited talent, and their relationship was mostly based on family interests."

"Can you let go as easily as he did?"

"Besides, I think Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing are both quite talented, and they don't seem to be the type to swallow their pride and tolerate your self-indulgence."

Su Cheng turned to look at Chen Xin, whose expression was sincere, but didn't know how to answer.

He understood that the other person cared about him, but this was precisely the area he was least skilled at. Even now, he still hadn't figured out how to handle it.

The only thing they could do was to conceal and delay.

He knew, of course, that this was wrong; if left unchecked, it would eventually become a ticking time bomb.

Moreover, the longer it drags on, the deeper the damage.

The sword strike Qian Renxue unleashed a year ago is a perfect example.

But as Chen Xin said, he couldn't let go or give up on it.

Because of fear, they hesitate to move forward and always want to indulge in momentary pleasure.

"Teacher, what do you think I should do?"

Su Cheng looked somewhat bewildered.

Chen Xin did not answer his question, but instead asked, "Cheng'er, have you ever thought about why you cultivate?"

"For what?" Su Cheng was taken aback upon hearing this.

He knew perfectly well why he wanted to cultivate diligently and become stronger.

Only by gaining power can one possess freedom and fully control one's own destiny.

But the problem is not that simple.

What comes after freedom? Freedom is just a very vague word; it's just a state of being. But what is it that he ultimately wants to achieve?

Arriving in such a mysterious world, individuals possess extraordinary power capable of taking on a hundred opponents single-handedly.

With great power bestowed upon oneself, one can realize many dreams that were impossible in previous lives.

He could kill anyone he looked around, leaving no trace for a thousand miles. Last night he was still a hundred miles away in the green mountains, and this morning he was already on the banks of the Luo River. He went east and never returned. He drank and sang. What a carefree and unrestrained life!

Or perhaps one can ascend step by step, live Longevity and prosperous life, look down upon the vicissitudes of life, observe the changes in the world, embrace the green mountains, and invite the Bright Moon into one's dreams—that too is magnificent.

These are all things he wanted.

But it's not just that.

With each Simulation and experience of life, and with his increasing power, his mindset was significantly impacted. His attitude towards people and things changed, and he even unconsciously developed a sense of superiority over many people and things.

Having power means you no longer need to be as cautious as before, and you naturally develop a more magnanimous and open-minded attitude. This is normal and by no means a bad thing.

But what's frightening is that as time goes by and he gains more experience, some of his emotions are gradually eroded, like a frog being slowly boiled in water, becoming indifferent and shrewd little by little.

He places extraordinary importance on his character, and although the changes in this area are not yet profound, he can still perceive them, but he is powerless to change them.

That's the most terrifying thing.

If this continues, decades of cultivation will remain the same, and although lifespan will increase, the novelty of those days will be lost.

Did he gain time or lose time?

Su Cheng has always been attached to those emotional ties and unwilling to let go. Ultimately, what he can't bear to part with is this mortal world.

"... I hope things will remain the same."

"Constant?"

"Yes." Su Cheng's eyes gradually cleared.

"Compared to life and death, I am actually more afraid of the day when I see Xiao Xue and no longer feel the same excitement I once had. When I am with Zhu Zhuqing, I can no longer laugh and play like before. I hope that I can always be an ordinary person and always maintain the mindset I had in the past."

"Mortal..." Chen Xin silently pondered the word, then turned to look at Su Cheng with a complicated expression.

While everyone else was dreaming about the future, he clung to the past.

Where did this idea come from?

He then sighed, "That's not easy."

"It's really not easy; people always grow old."

It's not physical aging, but spiritual aging.

Su Cheng said in a deep voice, "After we return to the Spirit Hall this time, I will have a good talk with Xiao Xue. Thank you, teacher."

While Su Cheng and Chen Xin were having a heart-to-heart talk, Ning Rongrong was also taking Zhu Zhuqing for a stroll around the sect.

However, one of them was preoccupied with worries and full of suspicions, while the other was naturally aloof and disliked talking much.

More than ten minutes passed, and they hadn't exchanged more than a few words.

Ning Rongrong finally couldn't hold back any longer. Her gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing's fair neck as she asked in a deep voice, "How did you and my brother meet?"

She has never liked beating around the bush, and feeling frustrated, she simply asked directly, without being very polite in her speech.

Zhu Zhuqing frowned upon hearing this.

Her personality was even colder, and she initially didn't want to pay any attention to him, but then her eyes lit up and she casually said, "I met him during the Spirit Master Competition. He even tried to take liberties with me back then, so it was like we became friends after a fight."

This was only half true, but Su Cheng did indeed make inappropriate advances towards her at the time.

Zhu Zhuqing lost her first kiss at that time.

Ning Rongrong paused, almost thinking she had misheard.

Then he opened his eyes wide, turned his head, and shouted, "Impossible!"

"If you don't believe me, then so be it."

The nonchalant tone, coupled with Zhu Zhuqing's aloof and indifferent demeanor, was quite convincing, and for a moment Ning Rongrong couldn't help but be somewhat skeptical.

But in her heart, Su Cheng was never a lecherous man.

Only...

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the beautiful woman's body beside her.

Her tall figure and exceptionally alluring curves are unmatched, not only by her peers but also by mature women in their twenties and thirties.

Coupled with that extraordinary and unique aura, even though Ning Rongrong always had a high opinion of herself, she had to admit that when she stood next to him, she looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

She glanced again at the glaring red marks on the other person's neck and couldn't help but ask, "You came to Heaven Dou City yesterday?"

"Yes, I also went to the Moonlight Pavilion and met with that Master Tang."

"Why didn't you come back to the sect yesterday?"

"..." Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, a blush appearing perfectly on her face.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth secretly and didn't say anything more.

Su Cheng has his own room within the sect, while Zhu Zhuqing is temporarily staying in an extremely luxurious guest room within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

At night, a shadowy figure silently swept across the corridor, opened the door to her room, quickly entered, and then turned around and closed the door.

The entire movement was fluid and extremely smooth.

"What you up to?"

Zhu Zhuqing leaned back on the spacious bed made of expensive wood, glancing sideways at the furtive Su Cheng, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The main light in the room was off, only the dim yellow light from the headboard illuminated the woman's slender figure on the bed, her almond-shaped eyes flickering uncertainly.

Without wasting any words, Su Cheng pounced on her and pinned the beauty on the bed down.

They immediately kissed.

"Hey... no... um..."

Zhu Zhuqing's hesitant refusal quickly turned into soft moans.

Her hands changed from pushing him away to embracing him, and she wrapped them around his neck.

As the two kissed passionately, Zhu Zhuqing began to struggle to keep up, but she still tried her best to respond to his enthusiasm.

Seven or eight minutes passed, until she was almost out of breath and her lips became slightly red and swollen, before Su Cheng finally let her go.

What's wrong with you today?

After they finished, Zhu Zhuqing narrowed her eyes to slits and curled up lazily in Su Cheng's arms.

Long eyelashes covered her watery eyes, her voice was hoarse and sticky, and there were still patches of flush on her body.

"What's going on? Is something wrong?"

Su Cheng carefully examined her ample breasts, asking casually.

"I don't know either... um..." Zhu Zhuqing shifted her body slightly in dissatisfaction. "Can you just shut up for a bit?"

"Who told you to grow up like this?"

"Su Cheng, you're so annoying."

She weakly patted the other person lightly.

Her body was still soft and weak, the afterglow had not completely faded, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

I simply didn't have the energy to do anything, and even my thinking was a bit sluggish.

"Um?"

At this moment, Su Cheng suddenly straightened up and frowned.

Someone's coming...

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhuqing was startled by his sudden action and instinctively wrapped the blanket around herself tighter.

"Ning Rongrong's presence is coming this way."

Ning Rongrong?

It's past 10 p. m., what is she doing here?

He then glanced at the messy bed, the sheets soaked with juice, and the naked man beside him.

"You bastard!" Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and muttered angrily.

What's wrong with me?

"Stop talking nonsense and get on with the tidying up!"

"Just don't let her in."

"If she keeps knocking and I don't open the door, wouldn't that be even more problematic? Besides, this is a guest room!"

Zhu Zhuqing wasn't afraid to let Ning Rongrong know anything.

But she couldn't bear the embarrassment of having the house turned into such a mess.

"...tap, tap, tap."

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Neither of them paid any attention.

But not long after, the knocking on the door started again.

A moment later, a voice came from behind, "Miss Zhu, are you asleep?"

Seeing this, Su Cheng felt somewhat helpless; it seemed there was no way to avoid it.

Those who practice spiritual cultivation naturally have little sleep.

Since Ning Rongrong, the heir to the sect leader, took the initiative to come and meet her, it would be inappropriate for Zhu Zhuqing, as a guest, to either not respond or refuse.

"Smack—"

With a soft sound of the door opening, Su Cheng appeared behind it.

"Brother?" Ning Rongrong looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing here? Isn't this Miss Zhu's room?"

"Oh, we were just having tea inside. Zhu Zhuqing kept talking about the tea I brought. I happened to have some left over, so I decided to use it to make some tea."

Su Cheng chuckled casually, "Would you like to have a couple of drinks too?"

He said this, but his body showed no intention of moving.

"..."

"..."

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow. "Then move aside. How am I supposed to get in and drink if you're blocking my way?"

"Oh."

Ning Rongrong walked into the house and casually glanced around.

The large lights hanging high in the ceiling shone brightly, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The bed was neatly covered with bedding, as if it had never been used.

On the exquisite mahogany tea table on the west side of the house, freshly brewed tea leaves were emitting a faint, refreshing aroma, with two cups of tea placed beside them.

Zhu Zhuqing was sitting quietly on one side of the coffee table.

Perhaps it was because the lights in the room were too bright, but Ning Rongrong felt that her complexion and eyes looked a little strange, with an unusually alluring and seductive quality.

However, it seems that the room was filled with more than just the aroma of tea.

Ning Rongrong's nostrils twitched slightly; beneath the aroma of tea, there seemed to be some peculiar, strange smell.

Seeing this, Su Cheng, who had just closed the door and turned around, twitched at the corner of his eye and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Time was too tight, and I forgot about this.

He wasn't afraid of their relationship being exposed, since he had already admitted it to Chen Xin today anyway.

The key issue is that the time, place, and people are all wrong.

It's one thing that things didn't calm down after returning to the sect, but to have a young girl like Ning Rongrong come is indeed a bit awkward.

There should be a bonus chapter released tomorrow.