Ning Rongrong Sheds Tears: Father, It Really Wasn't Me!

Ning Rongrong's small face turned deathly pale, all color draining away.

The harrowing memories of the Battle of Jialing Pass from her past life surged back like a tidal wave.

The Heavenly Blaze Army was going to intervene? King Zhenyuan was about to return?

That was a peerless god of slaughter, someone even the Martial Soul Hall feared!

Flender and the others felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They collapsed to the ground, their backs soaked in cold sweat, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Was this the true foundation of a top-tier aristocratic family?

They had cast aside the dignity of a Titled Douluo as if it were nothing!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's expression was grave to the extreme. He lowered his voice and said to Ning Fengzhi, "Fengzhi... the situation has spiraled out of control! What should we do?!"

He did not fear Ye Wanqing, but if this truly drew out King Zhenyuan and that army that knew only slaughter—the Heavenly Blaze Army—the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the very least, keeping Rongrong safe would likely be impossible.

"Sigh! Let's follow them first! I only hope that child is alright..."

Ning Fengzhi felt a headache coming on when dealing with an unreasonable woman like Ye Wanqing, but saving the boy was the priority right now.

King Zhenyuan was a level 97 Super Douluo. Even with his support, Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone could only hold their own against him for a short time.

But if the Heavenly Blaze Army, which had spent years locked in bloody combat with the Star Luo Iron Cavalry at the border, were to mobilize in full force, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would face the threat of annihilation.

No matter how many a Titled Douluo could kill, there would always be a moment of exhaustion.

The most terrifying aspect of the Heavenly Blaze Army was their fearless fighting spirit, along with the "Sky Burning Death Warriors" personally trained by King Zhenyuan.

It was said that every member was at least a Spirit Emperor, proficient in combined attack techniques, and they had once achieved the terrifying feat of slaying a veteran Titled Douluo using a military kill formation!

Ning Fengzhi harbored secret resentment, wondering who was plotting against him from the shadows.

They had come to demand an explanation, and the Su Family's only direct descendant had met with an accident; this was far too coincidental!

He turned his head to look at his daughter, his eyes filled with a measure of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Let's go!" He grabbed his daughter's wrist and said in a deep voice, "If we cannot save the Su boy today, you and I, father and daughter, will have to pay with our lives!"

"Pay with our lives? Father, it wasn't me, it really wasn't me!" Ning Rongrong was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes; her father's gaze clearly indicated he suspected her.

She shook her head desperately, tears sliding down her cheeks: "Although I dislike him, I wouldn't go so far as to kill him."

Suddenly, as if she had remembered something, she jerked her head up to look at Tang San.

She knew just how unscrupulous Tang San could be for the sake of Xiao Wu in their previous life.

Could it be that he was the one acting in the shadows this time too?

Tang San noticed Ning Rongrong's gaze and was instantly dumbfounded.

Why are you looking at me? People could die from this!

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had originally felt that the aura on Xiao Wu was a bit strange, but at this moment, they both turned their gazes toward Tang San.

Tang San felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by two ferocious beasts, and a fine layer of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He hurriedly waved his hands. "Rongrong, why are you all looking at me? Everyone knows that I, the pure and noble Young Master Tang, have always acted with integrity. How could I possibly do something like this?"

Xiao Wu also looked at Tang San with a suspicious expression. She tugged on his sleeve gently and whispered, "Brother, be honest with me. Where did you go last night? Your dark circles are so heavy!"

Hearing this, Tang San's face turned deathly pale. Last night, he had attempted to sneak into the Su Family to rescue Xiao Wu, but because there were so many guards, he had wandered outside all night without finding an opportunity.

Now, being questioned by Xiao Wu, he was unable to defend himself. "Xiao Wu, even you don't believe me?"

Ning Fengzhi took a serious look at Tang San, said nothing more, and pulled Ning Rongrong away with quick strides.

In the dark alley of West Street, blood mist permeated the air, and the metallic, fishy scent was impossible to shake off.

Ye Wanqing almost stumbled as she lunged toward the body in the pool of blood.

"Ling'er—!!!"

The shrill cry tore through the silence of the early morning and drained all the strength from her body.

She knelt down, trembling, not even daring to touch her son lightly.

The spiderweb-like cracks on the young man's face were shocking to behold, and the dried blood remaining around his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears was already congealed. A large pool of dark red blood beneath him had soaked through the bricks of half the alley.

His breathing, so faint it was almost imperceptible, was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"My Ling'er... how could it come to this... who... who could be so cruel!!"

She carefully lifted Su Ling's terrifyingly cold hand and pressed it against her cheek.

Scalding tears gushed out, dripping onto his paper-white face.

"Mother is here... don't be afraid... don't leave Mother... I beg you... open your eyes and look at Mother..."

Ye Wanqing's voice was shattered. Her soul power fluctuated violently, and Life Energy surged frantically into Su Ling's body, attempting to awaken the Flame of Life that was on the verge of dissipating.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and the others arrived shortly after.

Seeing the tragic scene in the alley, even they, with all their experience, couldn't help but gasp, a bone-chilling coldness instantly spreading through their hearts.

"Madam Ye, please calm down! This is absolutely not what we..." Ning Fengzhi's expression was grave, his voice hurried as he tried to explain.

"Get lost!" Ye Wanqing snapped her head up, her scarlet eyes resembling those of a vengeful ghost. She stared fixedly at Ning Fengzhi, the hatred in her gaze nearly piercing right through him. "Ning Fengzhi! If anything happens to my son, I, Ye Wanqing, will make your entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect pay in blood!"

Every word was steeped in monstrous hatred and despair, chilling to the bone.

Ning Rongrong was so terrified by the sight of Su Ling's wretched state that her face turned deathly pale. She trembled all over like a frightened quail, clutching tightly to her father's sleeve.

Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and the others looked ashen, collapsing to the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Tang San watched Su Ling's tragic state, the resentment he had felt earlier on account of Xiao Wu dissipating, replaced by a chill that seeped deep into his marrow: The wrath of the Su Family, to reach such an extent! Just for one playboy, they would go to such lengths to fight the Upper Three Sects to the death?

At this moment, Su Ling's soul had been rushing about all night, finally gathering the spiritual medicine needed to repair his physical body.

He had just returned when he saw his grief-stricken mother and the tense, confrontational crowd below.

Floating in mid-air, his heart ached.

Ye Wanqing, usually poised and elegant, was now disheveled and looked like a madwoman. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

[Host, given your mother's current mental state, if you do not wake up to explain yourself, according to the plot inertia,]

[The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will likely be razed to the ground once your grandfather and father's Heavenly Blaze Army arrives.] The system's calm voice rang out in Su Ling's mind.

"But this body has reached its limit. Forcing it to restart might truly scatter my final breath."

"Besides, with so many people watching, I can't just suddenly pop out and feed myself medicine, can I?"

Su Ling's soul paced back and forth in a panic, regretting that he hadn't hidden his body more discreetly last night.

Just as Ye Wanqing was overcome with grief and Ning Fengzhi was unable to defend himself, a voice as cold and clear as moonlight rang out: "Sister Wanqing, let me see."

A figure dressed in a simple, elegant moon-white dress appeared quietly at the entrance of the alley.

Her temperament was cold and aloof, her features breathtakingly beautiful, with a faint sense of detachment and compassion between her brows.

It was none other than the previous successor of the Nine Heart Begonia, Ye Lingling's mother, Ye Qingxian.

Following beside her was Ye Lingling, whose temperament was equally cold.