Ning Rongrong's Self-Created Soul Skill

Several days had already passed since Ning Fengzhi showed off the Soul Bone.

Today was the day they would head to the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, but Ning Rongrong had no time to care about that.

Her Self-Created Soul Skill had succeeded.

"As expected, studying makes me happy." Looking at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, Ning Rongrong wore a gratified expression.

After spending so long on it, she had finally developed her Self-Created Soul Skill.

Fortunately, before transmigrating, she had been a fragile college student with a certain foundation of knowledge.

Otherwise, she really would not have been able to create a Soul Skill on her own.

That was the difference between being educated and uneducated.

When educated people saw breathtaking natural scenery, they could often compose a poem. But when uneducated people saw the same sight, a thousand words could often only condense into, "Holy shit."

Before long, Ning Fengzhi approached from the distance.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stood to his left and right as guards.

"Rongrong, you said you wanted us to see your Self-Created Soul Skill. Did you succeed?" Even though he had confirmed it repeatedly before, Ning Fengzhi still found it rather unbelievable.

It had only been a few days since Ning Rongrong first came up with the idea of creating her own Soul Skill.

What kind of Self-Created Soul Skill could be developed so quickly?

"Here, take these three sandbags." Ning Rongrong handed the tied-up sandbags to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi looked confused as he lowered his head to examine the palm-sized sandbags.

They should be filled with sand, right? He lightly weighed them in his hand.

Seeing the subtle expressions on the three men's faces, Ning Rongrong giggled. "I created a defensive Soul Skill, and the sandbags are for attacking me."

"Next comes the moment of truth. Watch carefully—you'll definitely be surprised."

"So what exactly is this Soul Skill?" The three looked at one another, and Bone Douluo could not help asking.

"Ah, leave a little mystery. I still want to see surprised expressions on your faces!"

As Ning Rongrong walked farther and farther away, Ning Fengzhi and the other two looked at one another.

For a moment, they were speechless.

Sure enough, Ning Rongrong was still as quirky as ever.

But what kind of Self-Created Soul Skill was it?

She actually dared claim that it could surprise one Soul Saint and two Titled Douluo?

The three of them were quite curious about that.

Ning Rongrong walked to a spot roughly ten meters away from Ning Fengzhi and the others. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul appeared in her palm, with three purple Soul Rings quietly arranged around it.

Upon seeing the Soul Rings on Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Bone Douluo's face flashed with surprise.

Although Ning Fengzhi had mentioned that the Soul Rings had successfully condensed, seeing them in person was still rather shocking.

Could this Self-Created Soul Skill be related to the Martial Soul or Soul Rings?

For example, the Clear Sky Sect's Ring Detonation.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand floated up and hovered nearby. The tower emitted a gentle, pale glow, seemingly dimmer than an ordinary Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Throw the sandbags in your hands at me. I'll see if I can dodge them."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Huh? What was this supposed to mean?

Ning Fengzhi was rather puzzled, but he still picked up one of the three sandbags resting in his left hand with his right hand, assumed a throwing posture, and tossed it toward Ning Rongrong.

After all, the thing could not hurt anyone, and even if it hit her, nothing serious would happen. He also wanted to see just what kind of Self-Created Soul Skill Ning Rongrong had created.

"Whoosh—"

The sandbag flew straight at Ning Rongrong.

Just as it was about to hit her—

The sandbag actually shot past Ning Rongrong with a whoosh, not touching her in the slightest.

Ning Fengzhi froze. Watching the sandbag tumble to the ground and roll several times before stopping, his expression turned utterly stunned.

Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him widened their eyes.

What was going on? Could Ning Fengzhi be cross-eyed?

It would have been one thing if the sandbag failed to hit Rongrong. Everyone knew Ning Fengzhi was a doting father.

But the sandbag that flew past Ning Rongrong had missed her by at least three meters. Was that not a little excessive?

"Feng Zhi, are your eyes alright?" Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo asked instinctively.

"Uh..." Ning Fengzhi's face darkened as he placed a sandbag in each of Sword Douluo's and Bone Douluo's hands. "Try it yourselves, and you'll know whether there's something wrong with my eyes."

The two Titled Douluo naturally knew there was nothing wrong with Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

But this was indeed strange!

Bone Douluo tossed the sandbag in his hand and threw it at Ning Rongrong.

The sandbag flew straight ahead and, by all reason, should have landed on Ning Rongrong.

But as it approached her, the sandbag seemed to shift out of place. Just like Ning Fengzhi's throw, it completely failed to hit Ning Rongrong.

"Interesting!" Bone Douluo looked surprised, but for the moment, he could not determine what exactly had gone wrong.

"Coward, you try!"

Sword Douluo: "..."

Gu Rong never missed a chance to take a jab at him.

However, Sword Douluo did not refute him this time. He carefully examined the spot where Ning Rongrong stood.

When Old Bone had thrown the sandbag just now, Sword Douluo had watched closely.

Ning Rongrong absolutely had not moved. Rather, it was as though the sandbag itself simply could not be thrown at her.

Sword Douluo did not toss the sandbag directly. Instead, he infused it with a trace of Soul Power. With a flick of his fingertip, the sandbag shot out at astonishing speed, startling Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi beside him.

"Hey, go easy..."

Before Gu Rong could finish speaking, he caught sight of the sandbag from the corner of his eye. Like the previous two times, it flew past Ning Rongrong from three meters away, still failing to touch her at all.

Ignoring Bone Douluo's voice, Sword Douluo frowned slightly.

"When I threw the sandbag, it seemed like I had aimed at the wrong position from the start."

Sword Douluo was not entirely certain of his own thought.

"How was it? Isn't it an interesting skill?" Ning Rongrong withdrew her Martial Soul, picked up the sandbags from the ground, and walked over to Ning Fengzhi and the others, interrupting Sword Douluo's train of thought.

"Rongrong, how did you do that?" Confusion appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.

"Sword Grandfather, Bone Grandfather, didn't you notice?" It was not strange that Ning Fengzhi, merely a Soul Saint, had failed to notice. But if even the two Titled Douluo had not noticed, then this was a great victory for Ning Rongrong.

"Not quite." Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shook their heads, both having some guesses.

But Rongrong was still a child!

If they accidentally guessed the truth, would that not make Ning Rongrong feel disappointed?

Besides, they truly had not figured it out. They had only concluded that Ning Rongrong had arranged something around herself that interfered with attacks.

"Hehe."

Seeing Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's expressions, Ning Rongrong was extremely satisfied.

Sure enough, it could be used in actual combat. Even Titled Douluo could not see through it at first glance.

However, against certain people with special eye techniques, this method would probably not work.

"What I used is visual displacement. When the sandbag approaches me, my position appears to change even though I clearly haven't moved."

"Visual displacement?" Ning Fengzhi and the others did not quite understand. It did not sound like an illusion-type mental technique, and even Rongrong could not possibly make a Titled Douluo fall under an illusion right now.

"Simply put, when I stand over there, the position you see is fake. So if you aim at the fake position and throw the sandbag, of course you won't be able to hit me."