Mischievous Ning Rongrong, Pitiable Ye Lingling

Ning Rongrong was just about to speak—

A guard clad in Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect attire had already hurried forward, respectful yet urging, "Miss, it's getting late. If we delay any longer, the Sect Master will grow anxious waiting."

Lin Hai's gaze met the guard's in midair, and their thoughts instantly unfolded—

The guard's wary eyes carried a hint of scrutiny: He looks rather presentable, but who does he think he is? How dare he let our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young miss call him brother?

Lin Hai's calm gaze held a trace of amusement: A guard from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? I've only said a few words, and Ning Fengzhi is already this impatient?

With a slight sweep of his senses, he found that the guard before him was merely a Soul King. The true protective force was surely hidden in the shadows.

Perfect. This saves me a special trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

With a thought, Dream Weaver silently activated.

In an instant, Lin Hai's Spiritual Power seeped into the guard's mental world like invisible threads, precisely seizing the information he needed from countless fragmented memories.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong puffed out her little cheeks and spoke up for the handsome brother, her voice spoiled and imperious. "Hey! I'm talking to handsome brother! You're blocking my view!"

The guard looked at Ning Rongrong, then at the nearly equilateral triangle formed by the three of them. For a moment, he was speechless, torn between laughter and tears. Miss, that excuse for picking a fight... is truly fresh and unconventional.

Helpless, and knowing full well that this little ancestor was not to be offended—not to mention that the pay for being her personal guard was generous, even if the Little Witch occasionally tormented him—the guard could only bow and retreat two steps.

Besides, in Heaven Dou City, any madman bold enough to harm the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess had probably yet to be born.

People like "Zi Qiang" had no room to grow bigger and stronger on this Douluo Continent!

Only then did Ning Rongrong turn back in satisfaction. Her little face instantly lit up with starry, adoring eyes as she looked at Lin Hai. "Handsome... uh, dashing brother, I have to go home now! I'm going to attend the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony!"

"My home is at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, more than twenty li north of Heaven Dou City."

She eagerly added, "You have to come visit my home!"

Lin Hai smiled and gently pinched her jade-like little cheek. "All right, I'll definitely come if I get the chance. I hope you awaken with Innate Full Soul Power!"

Ning Rongrong nodded her little head vigorously. "Mm-hm! Mm-hm! Mm-hm!"

Though she knew deep down that she would awaken the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, and that the hope of Innate Full Soul Power was slim.

Still, such pleasing words, especially from such a heavenly handsome brother, were enough to make anyone's heart blossom with joy.

Ning Rongrong kept looking back with every few steps as the guard reluctantly led her away.

Lin Hai remained where he was, watching the small figure vanish into the crowd around the street corner, his thoughts stirring. I went to Sunset Forest and ran into Liu Erlong hunting soul beasts. I strolled through Heaven Dou City and Ning Rongrong struck up a conversation with me...

Fortune truly is unfathomably mysterious... Their Fortune is really something to envy!

After wandering around Heaven Dou City for a while, Lin Hai began to find it dull.

For a "rich man" of his level, ordinary streets and markets could ultimately do no more than help him pass the time.

Now, aside from interesting souls, perfect bodies, and growing stronger... there truly isn't much that can move me anymore... Lin Hai mused.

This was not narcissism.

Soul rings and Spirit Bones were useless to him. There were still three Spirit Bones in his Dantian Space, each at least one hundred thousand years old.

As for the Immortal Herbs and spiritual medicines of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he had long since swept them clean.

Now, apart from necessary cultivation, the only thing that could fully absorb him was a game of chess concerning "Fortune."

He wanted to witness with his own eyes how, under his constant manipulation, Spirit Hall grew ever stronger while Tang San's supporters gradually withered away.

Where would this game of chess ultimately lead...

During this trip to Heaven Dou City, Lin Hai had not planned to visit Qian Renxue.

That girl was far too proud. Over the past few years, the novel things he had created had made the "three halls" regard him with the utmost admiration.

There was no way she could be unaware of that.

Lin Hai could think with his toes and know that the girl must be filled with dissatisfaction.

Based on his analysis of Qian Renxue from his previous life, there were only two ways to conquer someone with such a temperament:

The first was to drive her into despair with absolute strength. That was called power.

The second was to remain proud and unyielding even when outmatched.

You might not be able to defeat her, but you simply refused to submit. That was called character.

In the end, it came down to one sentence: either be stronger than her, or be more stubborn than her. Otherwise, why should you conquer her?!

The current Qian Renxue was only fifteen years old and merely a Soul King.

If he faced her, it would be an absolute stomp, but one or two exchanges would never truly make her submit.

What he looked forward to was the day when she was still painstakingly plotting the Usurpation Plan—

Only to suddenly realize that Spirit Hall already possessed the power to sweep across the continent. What a wonderful expression would appear on that breathtakingly beautiful face?!

Lin Hai's target tonight was Ye Lingling.

He was not here to steal jade or pluck flowers. A flower thief was out of the question now, but that did not stop him from first becoming a "blood thief."

Flame Water Jade's rapid recovery and area healing had already made Nine Heart Begonia less important on future battlefields.

Even so, he still wanted to leave a measure of protection for those around him.

After all, he was a drifting bird, with no branch on which to rest and no feet to perch upon one.

Though Flame Water Jade's soul skills could be adapted into Secret Methods, Secret Methods were not something everyone could learn.

The Three Talents Meditation Method he had created was deliberately divided into Heaven, Earth, and Human tiers because Soul Masters differed in aptitude.

During cultivation, Meditation Methods of different tiers required one to open different numbers of meridians, with differing levels of quality.

Bibi Dong's ability to master the Dust Cleansing Nirvana Technique so smoothly was inseparable from the Heaven-Tier Meditation Method she cultivated.

One step ahead, every step ahead...

As he had said before—

People had always been stronger or weaker. Such was the eternal way of things.

Lin Hai entered the largest restaurant in the city. With a slight movement of Soul Power at his fingertips, an imperceptible wave of Spiritual Power quietly extended outward—Dream Weaver activated.

In an instant, he seized the clear memories of the Ye Family residence from the mind of a waiter.

After confirming its location and enjoying a hearty meal, Lin Hai returned to the inn where he was staying and waited quietly for the night to deepen—

In the pitch-black night, nothing could be seen...

Yet sneaking into the Ye Family, finding Ye Lingling's bedchamber, was as easy as turning over his hand for him.

Silently emerging from beneath the room's floor, Lin Hai's gaze fell upon the sleeping girl on the bed.

Because of her Martial Soul's characteristics in my previous life, this girl had quite a few admirers. Looking at that face now, she really does inspire pity...

I'll only take a drop of blood from your fingertip. Consider it an investment in your future...

Dream Weaver activated once more—

Ye Lingling's dream was quietly warped into a desolate expanse of sand.

A vicious cactus was madly pursuing her, its sharp spines gleaming with cold light...

Just as the thorn in her dream was about to pierce her fingertip, the Soul Power spike condensed at Lin Hai's fingertip stabbed down with perfect synchronization.