She Never Believed She Was Wrong, Preparing to Strip the Spider Spear, Stoking the Fire Without Putting It Out

Ning Rongrong's voice took on a tearful tone:

"But! But that man is far too rigid!"

"He doesn't know how to adapt at all!"

"All he sees are those cold, heartless rules and so-called 'sect interests.' He never knows how to say something nice to make me happy!"

"I... I only wanted him to change that personality of his and care about me more... But who would have thought... who would have thought he'd be so heartless that he just ran off with that Wild Woman!"

Tears streamed down Ning Rongrong's face as she sobbed helplessly:

"Today... today, he just stood there and watched that woman hit me... He didn't even blink!"

"Boohoo... After everything I did for him... He really is an ungrateful bastard!"

That night, Ning Rongrong cried to Zhu Zhuqing for a long time.

Although her account was inevitably colored by her own perspective and deliberately downplayed her mistakes, Zhu Zhuqing still pieced together the rough truth through calm observation and clear reasoning.

Most likely, this spoiled little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had wanted to completely "reform" the genius who had been utterly devoted to her. She had tested his limits with willfulness and indifference, only to push things too far and drive him away for good.

And when another woman appeared—one who was more mature, stronger, and knew how to appreciate and respect him—the outcome spoke for itself.

Zhu Zhuqing looked deeply at the sobbing Ning Rongrong, and a complicated emotion rose in her heart.

She truly could not understand why, with such a man by her side—one whose talent, strength, and mind were all among the very best—she would torment him like this instead of cherishing him.

If Zhu Zhuqing had a partner like that by her side, someone she could rely on and trust, then no matter how difficult the road ahead might be, she would be willing to give everything to preserve their bond. She would never use such a childish method to wear away at each other's feelings.

She thought of Dai Mubai... Forget it... Better not think about him...

Zhu Zhuqing gently shook her head, suppressing those chaotic thoughts. Looking at the sky outside, already brightening with the pale light of dawn, she said in a low voice:

"It'll be daylight soon, Rongrong. Let's go back."

"Dean Flender and the others... must be worried too."

Ning Rongrong sniffled and wiped her swollen, reddened eyes with her sleeve. Rarely, she did not argue, merely responding softly, "Mm..."

Meanwhile, in a top-floor suite at a luxurious hotel in Suotuo City.

Holding a glass of richly colored fruit wine, Qian Renxue walked gracefully over to Zhao Linchuan's side. "Lin Chuan, you came to Suotuo City today and caused such a huge commotion. Don't tell me it was just to pick a fight with that little girl Ning Rongrong?"

"No." Zhao Linchuan took the wineglass. "My target is someone else."

"Oh? Who?" Qian Renxue sat down beside him and pressed curiously.

"The guy who likes hiding in the shadows and using little trinkets for sneak attacks." Zhao Linchuan took a sip of wine. "His name is Tang San. And his father is Tang Hao."

"Tang Hao?! Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao?!" Qian Renxue shot to her feet. Deep hatred and killing intent instantly burst out from her eyes, and the Soul Power around her began fluctuating uncontrollably.

Seeing her suddenly lose control of her emotions, Zhao Linchuan quickly set down his wineglass and took hold of her trembling hand. "Xue'er, calm down. Don't get worked up."

Seeing the redness in her eyes, he sighed helplessly. Then, with a sudden sweep of his arm, he pulled her into his embrace and lowered his head to kiss her slightly parted lips.

"Mm!" Qian Renxue's entire body stiffened, and her eyes flew wide open as she stared in disbelief at the face so close to hers.

But then that familiar, reassuring presence enveloped her. Her tense body gradually softened, as though all strength had been drained from it.

Her long lashes fluttered a few times before finally closing slowly, as if resigned. Awkwardly, yet with a trace of anticipation, she returned the unexpected kiss.

However, just as her heart and mind swayed and she prepared herself for something deeper, the warmth on her lips suddenly vanished.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes in confusion. Her gaze was still misty and unfocused as she looked at Zhao Linchuan, who had already stepped back. Her voice carried a hint of coquettish complaint that even she did not notice:

"Lin Chuan... you... why did you stop?"

Zhao Linchuan looked perfectly composed, as though that passionate kiss had merely been her illusion. He straightened his slightly rumpled collar. "We've been up all night. It's time to rest."

"I'll sleep in your room. You stay here."

With that, he truly turned around and walked out without a trace of reluctance, even closing the door behind him.

Qian Renxue stood frozen where she was, feeling the lingering sensation on her lips and the heat surging through her body. Only after a long while did she react. Her pretty face flushed crimson with anger as she grabbed a pillow beside her and hurled it fiercely at the door.

"Zhao Linchuan! You bastard! You only know how to stoke the fire, but not put it out?!"

Her chest heaved violently, and with nowhere to vent her inexplicable fury, she could only grit her teeth and stamp her foot before storming into the bathroom. Amid the rushing sound of water, her embarrassed, angry curses could faintly be heard.

"Bastard! Blockhead! You have no sense of romance!"

A few days later, inside a quiet room at the Suo Tuo Great Soul Arena.

Yu Xiaogang sat across from Manager Ao of the Soul Arena.

Just as Manager Ao cleared his throat and was about to get to the point, a staff member hurried in. He respectfully handed a document to Manager Ao, then bent down and rapidly whispered a few words into his ear.

"Is that true?"

"Absolutely true!"

Manager Ao waved the staff member away. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said:

"Sir, forgive my presumptuousness, but do you have sufficient confidence in the strength of those Little Monsters under your command?"

Yu Xiaogang said calmly, "Manager Ao, please speak plainly."

Manager Ao did not hesitate further. He pushed the document in his hand toward Yu Xiaogang. "Sir, take a look at this first."

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept over the information, and his pupils abruptly contracted:

[Name: Zhao Linchuan]

[Age: Fourteen]

[Martial Soul: Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword]

[Soul Power Level: Level 55 Battle Soul King]

"Zhao Linchuan!! Fourteen years old... a Soul King?!!!" Yu Xiaogang was deeply shaken. He raised his head. "Manager Ao, what do you mean by this?"

Manager Ao chuckled. "Sir, to be honest, the main reason we invited you here today was because of him."

He pointed at the name on the document. "If you have enough confidence in your students, perhaps... you could let them try to challenge him."

"Challenge him?" Yu Xiaogang slapped the table. "Manager Ao, are you mistaken?"

"The highest Soul Power among my students is only that of a Soul Elder. How could they challenge a high-level Soul King?"

"It's a team battle," Manager Ao hurriedly explained. "You can have the seven students under your command go together. And he will be alone."

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