Ning Rongrong's Different Intentions

"Rongrong, your Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda and Light Feather Divine Bow are already top-tier martial souls in this world."

"Your cultivation aptitude is also Innate Full Soul Power."

"This medicinal pill is useless to you."

Ning Fengzhi gently stroked his daughter's hair, his voice gentle yet firm.

"However, this pill is indeed real."

"It is said that a slave ate it and broke through from Innate Level 1 Soul Power directly to Innate Full Soul Power, or perhaps even higher."

"His martial soul also underwent a mutation."

His tone shifted, and a look of deep contemplation flashed in his eyes.

The appearance of such a heaven-defying pill would inevitably shake the foundations of the entire Douluo Continent.

Those with Innate Full Soul Power are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; if someone could mass-produce such geniuses...

He dared not think further.

"Daddy, no... no... I want it..."

"I feel like my martial soul... still has some flaws."

Ning Rongrong threw herself into her father's arms, acting spoiled, yet hidden deep in her eyes were different intentions.

She wanted to get this pill for Su Ling.

These past few days, the figure of the youth she once loathed had been lingering in her mind, unable to be cast aside.

Was it guilt, or something else?

She dared not delve into it.

Outside the Heaven Dou Auction House, the lights were bright, and the crowd flowed like a tapestry.

Tang San and Xiao Wu stood not far away, the atmosphere stagnant.

"Brother, do you really not believe me?"

Xiao Wu tugged at Tang San's sleeve, her eyes slightly red.

"That night, Su Ling really just... asked about Rongrong and then left."

"I slept in his bed, he didn't even come near me..."

Tang San's gaze swept over the auction house's resplendent entrance, his voice muffled. "I know."

Yet, his mind was filled with what he had seen last night: Xiao Wu wrapped in Su Ling's pajamas, her collarbone faintly exposed, looking languid and just awakened.

A man and a woman, alone in the same room for an entire night...

Was it really just asking a few questions? Who would believe that?

But another voice in the depths of his heart reminded him: the one he truly cared about was Rongrong.

Rongrong was the one his heart truly yearned for.

"I'm not angry."

"It's just... I feel that this Su Ling acts strangely. Stay away from him in the future."

He forced himself to look away, his voice stifled.

This pent-up frustration had nowhere to vent, and everything he looked at felt like an eyesore.

"Yo! Where did these bumpkins come from?"

"Standing here blocking the way—don't you know what kind of people are even allowed to enter this auction?"

A noble dressed in gold-threaded silk passed by, surrounded by guards.

He glanced sideways at the plainly dressed Tang San and Xiao Wu, letting out a shrill, mocking laugh while pinching his voice, his spit nearly flying onto Tang San's face.

Xiao Wu's willow-leaf eyebrows shot up, and just as she was about to lash out, her wrist was tightly gripped by Tang San.

His expression was dark enough to drip water, his knuckles white, his chest heaving violently.

"Let's go."

He squeezed the words out through gritted teeth.

If this were not the entrance to the auction house, he would surely have shouted, "You are courting death."

"Leaving already? Since you're here, why not go in and broaden your horizons?"

The noble was relentless, shaking his head.

"Do you know what you need to get in?"

"Either a VIP invitation or a savings card with a deposit of one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

"Do you have that? Hahaha!"

The shrill laughter drew more gazes—scornful, curious, indifferent... they felt like needles pricking his skin.

Tang San felt a burning sensation on his face. A surge of indignant fire rampaged through his chest, yet he forced it down with all his might.

"Let's... go in and take a look!"

He said to Xiao Wu, practically gritting his teeth.

The two of them steeled themselves and walked toward the entrance.

Beneath the massive archway lay a scarlet carpet, flanked by greeters wearing exquisite makeup and high-slit qipaos.

"Distinguished guests, please present your invitation or savings card."

The greeter on the left wore a sweet smile, her voice crisp, though her gaze swept fleetingly over the worn, faded clothing of Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Tang San and Xiao Wu exchanged glances, embarrassment creeping across their faces.

An invitation? A savings card?

They couldn't even scrape together ten copper coins between them.

They had only insisted on going in for the sake of pride, but now, they felt as if they were being roasted over a fire.

"Brother, why don't we... just leave?"

Xiao Wu tugged secretly at the corner of Tang San's shirt and whispered.

Tang San gritted his teeth, just about to speak, when he noticed the greeter's smile fade, replaced by a look of disdain.

"If you two don't have them, please return the way you came."

"The auction house is not a place just anyone can enter."

These words felt like a slap to the face, making Tang San's skin burn.

"We..." He tried to explain, but his voice was painfully dry.

Just then, Ning Rongrong poked her head out from inside.

"Tang San? Xiao Wu? Why are you here?"

She lifted her skirt and ran over, her gaze sweeping past them before suddenly freezing.

In the shadows to the side of the auction house leaned a youth in a black robe.

He kept his head slightly lowered, his frame thin and gaunt.

Dark red blood dripped slowly from the hem of his robe, spreading into a small stain on the polished floor.

He seemed completely unaware of the gazes around him, staring stubbornly into the depths of the auction house as if sensing something.

In her past life, Ning Rongrong was the Seven-Colored Goddess, and her Mental Power was not low, yet she could not see through the face hidden beneath the black robe.

She only felt that the figure exuded an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Subconsciously, she tugged on Tang San's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Who... who is that person?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize him. Let's just ignore him."

Seeing Ning Rongrong focus on the black-robed youth the moment she came out, Tang San felt very uncomfortable.

He pulled Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, wanting to leave.

However, Xiao Wu suddenly broke free from his hand and instinctively stepped forward half a step.

"Are... are you okay? Do you need any help?"

Su Ling ignored her; all of his Mental Power was concentrated deep within the auction house, on the cage where Gu Yuena was being held.

Sensing that the young girl was in good condition, he breathed a slight sigh of relief—at least she hadn't been abused over these past few days.

The Destruction Divine Power was raging wildly within his body, backlashing against him.

With his soul damaged, he could no longer fully control the Destruction God Armor.

He could only press his pale lips together, letting blood spill from the corner of his mouth and drip onto his black robe.

When would the auction begin?

That Little Silly Dragon... who would buy her?

If she were to fall into the hands of those perverted nobles with special predilections...

Su Ling's breath hitched, and a surge of violent killing intent nearly shattered the composure he was forcibly maintaining.

"Sir," the receptionist on the right noticed Su Ling in the shadows.

She slightly furrowed her meticulously painted willow-leaf eyebrows; her voice carried a smile, but her eyes held a sense of detachment and impatience.

"Are you also here to enter? Please present your credentials."

She deliberately emphasized the word "credentials," her gaze sweeping over Su Ling's gray cloth robe, which was inferior to that of an ordinary wealthy merchant, and his unsteady, swaying posture.

Su Ling acted as if he hadn't heard, remaining motionless.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Seeing Su Ling make no response, the oval-faced receptionist reached out and shoved him hard, her tone suddenly sharp.

The professional smile vanished from her face, leaving behind only undisguised contempt.

"Are you deaf or dumb?"

"Didn't you hear that you need an invitation or a savings card?"

"If you don't have one, get lost! Don't stand here blocking the way for our distinguished guests!"

"Do you even know what kind of place this is? Is this somewhere you can just stand around and space out?"

"If you don't leave now, I'll have the guards escort you out!"

Her companion beside her also cast a look of disdain, as if looking at an eyesore of trash.