Qian Renxue's Ambition

"Come and sit down, you've come at the perfect time. This tea is at its best after the third or fourth infusion."

Seeing that Ning Rongrong's eyes were not right, Su Cheng quickly and attentively stepped forward and led her to sit down next to the coffee table.

In truth, he had no idea when the tea would taste best; he was just making things up.

In short, we must not let other things be exposed.

After Ning Rongrong sat down, he went to the side and opened the window in the room.

It was just past the depths of winter, before spring had even arrived. As soon as the window was opened, a gust of cold wind swept into the room.

Even though the room was well-heated, the group felt a chill instantly.

"Why did you open the window? It's so cold outside!"

A gust of cold wind made Ning Rongrong shiver and frown. Forget about figuring out where the strange smell came from, she asked in a sweet voice.

"You're already Soul Ancestor, how could you be afraid of the cold?" Su Cheng said with a smile. "Besides, it's so warm inside, just drinking tea isn't interesting. You need to appreciate the beautiful scenery to create the right atmosphere."

"Beautiful scenery?" Ning Rongrong glanced out the window.

It was late at night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the moon was obscured and the stars were few, and it was pitch black.

The nearby woods had long been stripped of their branches and leaves by the harsh winter, leaving only withered trees, and the view was desolate.

"Well, each has its own beauty."

Ning Rongrong wasn't so easily fooled. She looked at the two of them suspiciously and said, "Then why didn't you open the window earlier? Why did you have to wait until I arrived? Were you trying to get rid of me?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the teacup on the table. After a slight pause, he picked up a clean cup from the side and filled his own cup with tea.

"I just got here not long ago, I haven't had a chance yet," Su Cheng explained casually. "By the way, why are you looking for Zhu Zhuqing so late?"

"Didn't you say I could learn some Martial Soul control techniques from Miss Zhu? I had nothing to do tonight, so I came over."

At this point, her gaze lingered once again on the woman's delicate face and neck.

Although a while had passed, Zhu Zhuqing's astonishingly seductive charm did not fade so easily.

In addition, her constitution is extremely sensitive, and she is still trembling slightly, which she can only cover up by drinking tea.

Even so, anyone who isn't blind can sense that something is wrong with her.

When the two met today, Ning Rongrong noticed the hickey on her collarbone, but what impressed her most was the other woman's calm and composed demeanor and her aloof and ethereal aura.

Compared to her current alluring and captivating charm, she looks like a completely different person.

"Am I disturbing you?" Ning Rongrong asked calmly, holding her teacup.

"Of course not, we don't have anything to do, we just wanted to discuss our upcoming itinerary." Su Cheng walked back to the table and sat down.

"Where are you going?" Ning Rongrong looked up.

Su Cheng didn't intend to hide it from her, and said, "I plan to visit those Soul Master Academy again in a few days to see my former teammates."

"Then I can go with you. I visited Bing'er and Qing Yu a while ago."

"This..." Su Cheng hesitated upon hearing this.

It wasn't that he thought Ning Rongrong would be a burden to him.

On the contrary, if Ning Rongrong goes along, it might have a good effect.

The name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still carries considerable weight in the eyes of these high-level forces within the Heaven Dou Empire.

However, bringing the other party along might not be a good thing for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.

Besides, Ning Fengzhi's attitude is unclear right now, so it wouldn't be appropriate to just tie Ning Rongrong up and put her in the car.

"What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"

"It is indeed a bit inconvenient," Su Cheng said hesitantly. "Your identity is sensitive, and I represent the Spirit Hall ..."

"And what about her?" Ning Rongrong turned her gaze to the girl sitting opposite her, who had been silently sipping tea. Finally, unable to suppress the complex emotions in her heart, she blurted out, "This Miss Zhu, she must also have a distinguished background, right?"

"Zhu Zhuqing? Her situation is a bit different from yours. After all, the Zhu Family is not the Star Luo Imperial Family, and Zhu Zhuqing does not have a particularly flamboyant identity or position. She is not as prominent as her eldest sister. Her only special feature is the Netherworld White Tiger Martial Soul, but this is something that everyone tacitly understands and is actually very vague in definition."

In fact, if this were not the case, Zhu Zhuqing would not have joined the Spirit Hall so easily. At least there would have been many obstacles from the Star Luo Empire, and Bibi Dong would not have agreed so easily more than a year ago.

She is now more of a power player in the power struggle between the two sides.

If it were a Dai Family with the Netherworld White Tiger Martial Soul who joined the Spirit Hall, the conflict between the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall would probably have been escalated instantly.

Some things are best left unsaid, but once right and wrong are laid bare in the open, it forces the other side to take action.

"You're back in the sect now, why are you still bothered by these things?"

"My arrival doesn't prove anything; it's just an elder of the Spirit Hall visiting relatives. But if you come with me, that would be a big problem. To be honest, I don't really want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to get too deeply involved," Su Cheng said solemnly, looking at Ning Rongrong.

Now that the other party's strength and cultivation have improved by leaps and bounds, some things can actually be explained to her more clearly and thoroughly.

"Your Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul is already widely known. When you're out in the world, you can represent the sect's stance; you can't deny that, can you?"

Ning Rongrong nodded silently.

"The sect leader has always liked to say things like 'the Upper Three Sects are of one mind,' which means nothing more than using each other's strength to fight against the Spirit Hall. In that case, it's even less likely that we can declare our stance and choose sides so early. You have to understand that many times, what people hate most is not the enemy, but the traitor."

"Of course, when forces are focused on interests, there's no such thing as friendship. But since the sect leader has already set the tone, changing our stance too early would greatly damage the sect's reputation. And the key point is that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has always valued its reputation the most."

It doesn't sound nice to say things like "traitor," but it's the truth, and Ning Rongrong knows it too.

No one in the mainland's upper echelons doesn't understand Ning Fengzhi's intentions, nor would they truly open their hearts to him as a friend.

But if you form an alliance and then turn around and defect to the enemy, it's easy to be criticized, and it's hard to say what the impact will be.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect itself has relatively limited strength, not reaching the level of the Spirit Hall, making it easy for them to be used as a target, which is very disadvantageous to the sect.

"Okay." Ning Rongrong pouted, "But you never know what my dad will think. He might just agree to let me come with you guys."

"Then let's wait for the sect leader to say it. You can't overstep your bounds. Miss, you're not the sect leader yet," Su Cheng said with a smile.

"Hmph, I don't want to be any sect leader." Ning Rongrong pouted.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she looked at Su Cheng. "How about you come back and become the sect leader, and I'll be your deputy sect leader?"

"..."

Su Cheng was speechless upon hearing this, and Zhu Zhuqing's fingers paused slightly. She glanced at Ning Rongrong meaningfully, a mocking smile inadvertently appearing on her lips, before silently lowering her head again.

Ning Rongrong seemed oblivious to their expressions, lost in her own thoughts.

"No matter how good the Spirit Hall is, no matter how much they value you, you're still working for someone else and you're not free. You're Sword Grandpa's disciple, he treats you like his own son, and Dad values you a lot too. Why don't you come back to the sect? I know my dad, he definitely won't object if I mention this."

"You're overthinking it. The sect leader wouldn't agree," Su Cheng said calmly.

He knew Ning Fengzhi's character very well.

He is definitely not a bad person, and his thinking is quite clear. However, he is too obsessed with the sect, and in the past, he was even a bit obsessed.

The phrase "the Upper Three Sects are of the same blood and lineage" is a bit too high-profile and doesn't reflect their proper position. It would be more appropriate if the Clear Sky Sect said it.

If that's the case, how could they possibly hand over their sect to someone with a different surname?

No matter how talented Su Cheng is, his Martial Soul is not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Ning Rongrong's idea is obviously too naive.

"And you, are you willing?" Ning Rongrong looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"I don't want to either." Although she said she came to learn from Zhu Zhuqing, she didn't seem to have any intention of communicating with Zhu Zhuqing. Instead, she kept chatting with him, which made Su Cheng feel a little helpless.

"Oh..." After hearing his answer, Ning Rongrong's eyes dimmed a little, but she wasn't too down. In fact, she hadn't had much hope from the beginning.

"Because of Qian Renxue, right? I heard Dad mention before that you have a good relationship with Qian Renxue from the Spirit Hall."

When this name was mentioned, Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered slightly.

She still remembered that woman; she had left a deep impression on her back then.

The first time I truly felt fear from the bottom of my heart was because of that person.

Before that day, no one had ever intended to kill her, whether because of her identity, appearance, gender, or age.

But that person was truly reckless at the time, and even wanted to kill her.

"Yes, it's true that I have a good relationship with her, but I didn't stay in the Spirit Hall entirely because of her." Su Cheng felt somewhat awkward talking about this in front of Zhu Zhuqing, and he also knew that Ning Rongrong had had an unpleasant experience with Xiao Xue in the past.

"Why wasn't she with you? And..." Ning Rongrong glanced at the silent Zhu Zhuqing, "When you came out alone with Miss Zhu, didn't she say anything?"

"... That's a strange question, of course she won't say anything." Su Cheng was secretly sweating, feeling that the topic was starting to go astray, and the other party's question was so sharp, the situation was probably not good if it continued like this.

However, he still pretended to be nonchalant and said calmly, "Besides, Xiao Xue's personality has improved a lot now. She had difficulty controlling her emotions before because of special circumstances."

"..." Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him coldly upon hearing this, but did not say anything more.

"Miss Zhu, you don't mind either?" Ning Rongrong suddenly turned her attention to Zhu Zhuqing, looking at her with curiosity.

Seeing this, Su Cheng quickly interrupted, "Ning Rongrong, didn't you come here to learn about Martial Soul? Why do you keep talking about these things—"

"I don't mind."

Before he could finish speaking, a calm voice rang out.

Her cool voice also carried a slightly sticky, husky quality, containing an indescribable Charm.

Su Cheng looked over in astonishment and saw Zhu Zhuqing looking at Ning Rongrong with a cold expression. "I won't be fickle like some people. This is my own choice, and I accept it."

"..." Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his mood suddenly became complicated.

He then noticed the disdainful look Ning Rongrong was giving him, and coughed lightly, saying, "Ning Rongrong, you're still young. These things aren't for you to worry about. Focusing on your cultivation and not wasting your talent is what you should be paying attention to right now. By the way, how's your Innate Skill cultivation going?"

Seeing that Su Cheng was changing the subject, a shadow flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.

Ning Rongrong, however, didn't react much to his attempt to change the subject. She laughed and said, "Of course I cultivate. Brother, the technique you developed is really amazing. Now, even without relying on my Martial Soul, I can fight against people with Soul Master cultivation, including those beast Soul Master."

"What?" Su Cheng was stunned by her answer.

It's important to know that Ning Rongrong is only at level 40-something. In terms of Soul Power, she can naturally crush Soul Master who are only a dozen or so levels high. However, whether or not Soul Master uses Martial Soul makes a world of difference.

Soul Master with Beast Martial Soul, in particular, have a significant advantage when their cultivation level is low, and their physical qualities far surpass those of their peers.

How did Ning Rongrong manage to win the battle?

He was well aware that his Innate Skill enhanced his physical attributes, and that the effects were extraordinary.

However, the effectiveness of this improvement, and the increase in efficiency, also depends on the individual.

The purer the physical foundation and the better the bloodline aptitude, the faster a person's physical strength will improve.

Although Ning Rongrong has outstanding talent, as a support-type Soul Master, she originally had a great innate deficiency in strength that needed to be made up for.

More importantly, she had also consumed the Immortal Herb, which was not an aid to her cultivation of the Innate Skill, but rather an obstacle.

As her cultivation deepened, it wouldn't be difficult for Ning Rongrong to defeat Soul Master purely with her physical body. However, it's quite strange that she has made such a huge improvement after only about half a year of cultivation.

Thinking of this, a faint golden light appeared in Su Cheng's eyes as he glanced at Ning Rongrong. He immediately noticed that her aura was somewhat off in his True Vision.

He reached out and grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist, channeling his meager Innate Power into it to carefully sense her movements.

Ning Rongrong blushed instantly, but did not struggle.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had witnessed the entire scene, glanced at her with a slightly cold look in her eyes.

Su Cheng was not trying to take advantage of her. As the energy flowed through her meridians, he found that although there was still some residual Immortal Herb power in her body, her condition was much better than that of Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing.

No, it should be much better, so much so that it's almost impossible to detect.

Su Cheng released Ning Rongrong, silently scrutinized her, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and began to ponder.

Why is that?

He does indeed have a deep understanding of herbs and the human body.

However, all research must be based on real data or supported by similar cases.

Immortal Herb are rare, and suitable people are even rarer; he also has limited knowledge of them.

It now seems that the connection between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Aromatic Silk Beauty is far greater than expected.

As for the specifics, further research will be conducted at a later date.

"What's wrong?" Noticing his serious expression, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel uneasy.

She was initially quite pleased with her rapid progress.

"Oh, it's nothing." Su Cheng snapped out of his reverie and smiled at her, saying, "You're doing very well, even better than I expected. Keep up the good work and if you can maintain this, I'll give you a surprise."

"Really?" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she gently pursed her red lips.

"Of course." After answering affirmatively, Su Cheng finished his tea and stood up.

He nodded slightly to the two of them, "It's too late now, you two can continue your conversation, I'll head back now."

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong did not linger after hearing his words.

If only one of them were present, perhaps we could try to persuade them to stay, but with both of them present, it's obviously not appropriate to say anything more.

As Su Cheng said, it's really too late now.

After he left, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said indifferently, "What are you so happy about?"

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong was taken aback for a moment, then quickly denied it, "No, you must have seen wrong."

"I know what you're thinking, but I advise you not to think about those things." Zhu Zhuqing ignored her rebuttal and said to herself, "That Qian Renxue is a madwoman. With your abilities, if she sets her sights on you, you'll definitely be in danger."

"Haha, Miss Zhu, you've misunderstood, haven't you?" Ning Rongrong shook her head with a smile upon hearing this.

But seeing that the other party's expression remained unchanged and indifferent, her smile gradually faded.

"..."

After a moment of silence, her eyes narrowed slightly. Too lazy to continue pretending, her attitude became much stiffer. "So what do you mean, is it to prevent me from going to Spirit City?"

"Hehe." Zhu Zhuqing chuckled. "To be honest, I don't care where you're going, Su Cheng isn't interested in you either. I'm not that crazy woman, Qian Renxue. I'm saying this purely for your own good."

What Ning Rongrong didn't know was that she was actually telling the truth at that moment.

Zhu Zhuqing really thought so.

Although she had considered sending the girl in front of her to Spirit City for Qian Renxue to kill, she felt no qualms about doing such a thing.

Moreover, once it succeeds, the one who will ultimately suffer losses will definitely not be yourself.

However, she wasn't ruthless enough, and the various consequences that might arise after the incident could very well be beyond her control.

She is too weak right now.

"... What were you and my brother doing before I came here?" Ning Rongrong suddenly changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile as she sized up Ning Rongrong, who looked displeased.

"So what if you did it? Heh, with your petty tricks, if you really went to Spirit City, you probably wouldn't survive more than half a year. There's more than one Qian Renxue there."

At this point, an image of Bibi Dong leaning against Su Cheng's arms on the Hell Road inexplicably flashed into her mind, and her expression suddenly darkened.

On the very night that Su Cheng and Zhu Zhuqing stayed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Qian Renxue in the Elder Hall of Spirit City was also preparing for a major event.

Nearly half a month had passed since the two left, and Qian Renxue had almost completely absorbed the Soul Bone she had previously acquired.

She was standing in the center of the huge room, with a huge lead box in front of her, inside which the golden Angel Set Torso Bone shone brightly.

An extremely powerful Stacked Domains spread outward from her body, stopping abruptly after filling the entire room.

The next moment, another beautiful figure, seemingly real, appeared out of thin air opposite them, and the two stunningly beautiful figures, who looked exactly alike, stood facing each other.

The two men glanced solemnly at the lead box in front of them, then looked at each other.

"Are you really sure?" The figure in black licked his red lips with the tip of his tongue, looking at the person opposite him with a playful expression.

"Nature."

"I really didn't expect that someone as weak-willed as you would actually learn to disobey that guy's warnings?"

"You don't need to provoke me. You know exactly what I'm thinking." Qian Renxue, dressed in plain white, remained calm, showing no anger at the other party's sarcastic remarks. "Similarly, you don't need to be stubborn. I understand exactly what you're thinking."

"...Very good." The smile faded from his dark pupils. "Then let's prove to him that not everything needs to be solved by him."

"It's 'us'." The arm, wreathed in golden flames, stretched out forward.

"Ha, that's right, it's us." Black Flame's burning arm stretched forward at the same time. "Our talent is unparalleled in the world!"

"Laugh--"

The moment their arms touched, a dazzling platinum flame silently ignited.

There was no grand scene or loud noise, but the sudden burst of intense light seemed capable of scorching everything.

It was no longer "fire" but pure "light".

Then, platinum flames dripped from their palms, quickly covering the entire torso bone and slowly melting it.

A few minutes later, just as the two men's faces began to turn slightly pale and their breaths began to wane, the extremely powerful golden torso bone finally melted completely into golden liquid.

Behind the two, black and white wings spontaneously emerged and then gently flapped.

If Su Cheng were here, he would be surprised to find that their wings have changed from two pairs to three complete pairs.

It's not because of the Martial Soul Avatar, but because of the actual body's wings.

Then, the flowing golden liquid began to spread and cover their bodies.

They did not struggle or resist, allowing the golden rays to travel over their entire bodies and then gradually take shape, separating from their skin by about one centimeter.

With a series of clanging sounds, the golden light instantly condensed, transforming into golden armor that perfectly fit their body proportions.

The high-rising breastplate, the slender waist armor, the rounded and smooth shoulder armor, and the ankle-length battle skirt all covered and enveloped the two bodies at the same time.

Even on its wings, a string of golden armor extended along the wing bones.

Finally, a golden crown appeared above their heads.

However, the golden armor shattered instantly upon taking shape, transforming back into a stream of light.

Pain flashed across both of their faces, and they couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

But they seemed to have anticipated this situation, and their expressions were unusually calm.

The platinum flames continued to burn brightly, and the golden light began to recombine.

After a few breaths, the golden armor finally took shape again.

But the same thing happened again.

The armor shattered once again.

And so, the golden light repeatedly condensed into armor, covering the two of them, but it shattered the moment it formed, only to reform...

This process was repeated countless times.

If an outsider were present at this time, they would notice that each time the armor reformed, its color would become lighter.

However, at the same time, Qian Renxue's aura will also weaken.

Finally, after more than fifty repetitions, the golden light turned completely white, and Qian Renxue's aura plummeted to the bottom.

"That's fine."

The two exchanged a glance, then the black figure vanished, and the domain receded.

A platinum-gold light covered Qian Renxue's body and then gradually merged into her body.

"Boom--"

A thunderous explosion reverberated deep within her soul.

At the same time, terrifying, blazing white flames erupted around him.

Qian Renxue's long, golden hair had completely changed.

It turned into a blinding white, and the whites of its eyes and pupils were no longer visible. Only a white light shone, ruthless and emotionless like a god.

At that moment, she was as radiant and dazzling as the sun.

Even Titled Douluo would likely experience eye pain and temporary blindness from just one glance.

In fact, let alone sight, even sensing anything that gets close to this place will cause it to be instantly burned and suffer a backlash.

For example, Qian Daoliu.

Deep within the Elder Hall, the Peerless Douluo, who resembled a middle-aged man, suddenly opened his eyes, a trickle of blood flowing from his nose.

He reached out and wiped his hand, looking at the beads of blood on his palm. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Xiao Xue, what exactly are you doing?"

Just now, after sensing the unusually powerful and terrifying aura emanating from Qian Renxue's room, he subconsciously released his senses to understand the situation.

Before he could even get close, she felt her Spiritual Power being instantly evaporated, without even a moment to react.

The loss of that Spiritual Power was nothing to him.

But that burning sensation seemed to be burning directly into the depths of his soul along with his Spiritual Power.

Left with no other choice, Qian Daoliu had to sever it himself, which resulted in some backlash.

The sheer power of that force sent a chill down his spine, leaving him momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried.

Even in that instant of intense energy impact, a large hole was burned in the dome of the Elder Hall, allowing moonlight to stream down.

In Qian Renxue's room, only suppressed, heavy breathing could be heard.

That state she was in just a moment lasted before she was forced back to her original form.

During that process, the ordinary clothes she was wearing were burned to ashes, leaving her flawless white body exposed to the starry sky.

However, no one has the chance to witness such a beautiful scene.

Qian Renxue had anticipated this, so she had only worn ordinary clothes until now, when she changed back into her precious Soul Tool dress.

An irrepressible look of joy spread across her face, and she murmured softly, "It's done..."

On the other side, Qian Daoliu looked in the direction of Qian Renxue's room, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to go there himself to see what was going on.

But just as he stood up, his eyes flickered slightly, and he stopped moving.

Bibi Dong's aura is already approaching.

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