Chapter 24

Thus, finding an exceptionally gifted Battle Soul Master was the top priority for the direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Grandpa Jian, how did you know I was at Shrek Academy? Did Tang Dongfeng tell Brother Xue? That unreliable bastard, I'm so mad."

After the fright she had endured, Ning Rongrong was both deeply grateful to Tang Dongfeng and furious that he had gone back on his word.

As for Tang Dongfeng himself...

Aside from being a little annoying, he was so strong that people could only look up to him.

The Young Lady Who Was Angered to Tears

"Go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and ask him yourself!"

Chen Xin fondly stroked Ning Rongrong's head. Let the younger generation settle their own grudges.

He was not Tang Hao, that tasteless little piece of trash.

Bullying the young with the old, yet still returning empty-handed.

Even if Xiao Wu was still at Shrek Academy, she would sooner or later be taken away by the Titled Douluo behind Tang Dongfeng.

After all, Sea Dragon Douluo had also been at Shrek Academy at the time.

There was no way he had failed to notice that Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

He probably just had not had the time to deal with it then.

"Hmph, I'd like to see how he plans to explain himself to me."

Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, looking thoroughly enraged.

Yet there was not a trace of anger in her eyes; instead, they still held the fear from earlier.

Only now did she realize that after secretly leaving home, she had encountered so many unknown dangers.

Ahead was Dai Mubai, who wanted to kill her; behind was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

No matter how she looked at it, Shrek Academy seemed like some kind of special containment facility.

On the way, Chen Xin had told her about the Star Luo Empire royal family's methods of competition, which had always been a fight to the death.

There was also the Zhu Family, bound to the royal family and possessing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

No wonder that tiger Dai had reacted so strongly to Zhu Zhuqing's dislike of him. She was his fiancée.

If they could not use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they would not even have the slightest chance to struggle.

Ning Rongrong thought it over. Since the dead deserved respect, she would not go back for revenge.

However, Tang Dongfeng exposing her whereabouts was a matter that had to be settled.

The next morning.

Tang Dongfeng had felt groggy all night.

He did not know whether it was because of his injuries or because he disliked making hollow pleasantries with others.

He knew that Ning Fengzhi was interested in nothing more than Sea Dragon Douluo and the forces behind him.

Even if Tang Dongfeng had no backing, a rogue Titled Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—

One could imagine just how powerful he was, at the very least far stronger than Dugu Bo.

If Tang Dongfeng truly had no backing, Ning Fengzhi would probably wake up laughing in his sleep.

Because that would mean Tang Dongfeng and the other man could be tied to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

However, even if Sea Dragon Douluo could not be recruited directly right now, they could still recruit him indirectly through Tang Dongfeng.

At the banquet, Ning Fengzhi had openly and subtly tried to build connections with him.

Xue Qinghe, on the surface, urged Tang Dongfeng to stay at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Yet he kept calling him Brother Dongfeng, saying that the Prince's Mansion was his home.

Tang Dongfeng had barely eaten anything the entire evening, spending all his time dealing with people.

However, while he was sleeping soundly that morning, he was suddenly awakened by a shrill voice.

Immediately afterward, someone entered from outside.

"Tang Dongfeng, you shameless bastard! You still have the nerve to sleep?"

Ning Rongrong truly lived up to her name as the Little Demoness. She immediately reached for Tang Dongfeng, intending to pull off his blanket.

However, even while asleep, Tang Dongfeng instinctively remained on guard.

Especially in someone else's home, he had no choice but to be cautious.

That Uncle Sea Dragon of his had no idea where he had gone off to enjoy himself; he really would not return for several days.

"Tang Dongfeng, that hurts."

Ning Rongrong sucked in a sharp breath.

As she reached to lift Tang Dongfeng's blanket, the hand resting outside it shot straight out and grabbed her.

Her right hand throbbed with pain, utterly devoid of strength.

The commotion was so loud that Tang Dongfeng was startled awake.

"Damn, Ning Rongrong, why are you showing up in my dream?"

Tang Dongfeng hurriedly flung her hand away.

Fuck, I actually dreamed about Ning Rongrong? Was it because I hadn't seen Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong?

But hadn't he met Bo Saixi?

Why had he dreamed of Ning Rongrong, and with her on his bed, no less?

Ning Rongrong had even said to him gently, "Tang Dongfeng, it hurts."

This was the Little Demoness. Was this some kind of joke?

He hadn't even done anything to Ning Rongrong. What the hell was she hurting for? It was far too easy to misunderstand.

"Tang Dongfeng, how dare you squeeze this young lady's hand!"

Ning Rongrong clutched her hand and glared at him indignantly.

He was clearly the one who had broken his word first, yet he was still bullying her. It was too much.

"Now that's more like a young lady's temper!"

Tang Dongfeng let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, this dream wasn't completely absurd.

"Tang Dongfeng, you bastard! You clearly promised me you wouldn't tell Brother Xue where I was. You broke your promise first, and then you hurt me just now."

Ning Rongrong crouched down aggrievedly.

Over the past few days, she had kept all the grievances she had suffered bottled up inside, with no chance to let them out.

She did not want her father or her two grandfathers to see her cry, so she had kept up her usual Little Demoness act.

But she had never really interacted with people before, so how was she supposed to know how to make friends?

No one had taught her, and no one had been friends with her.

Brother Xue used to often invite her to the palace to play with Xue Ke.

But later, Ning Fengzhi had forbidden her from going to the palace.

She did not even have a single friend. How could she possibly know how to make one?

"Crying won't help. I, Tang Dongfeng, have always been hard-hearted. As the ancients said: the cuter the girl, the longer she cries after one punch. Truly, the ancients never deceive us!

"Besides, neither of your reasons holds up.

"First, I only promised not to tell Brother Xue. And I really didn't tell him. I told Uncle Ning directly, so that doesn't count as breaking my word.

"Second, you ambushed me out of nowhere. I didn't know whether you meant harm, so I counterattacked on instinct. It's a good thing you didn't use Soul Power. Otherwise, Mortal Dust Protection would have sent you flying. Even if you didn't die, you'd have been seriously injured."

Tang Dongfeng said helplessly.

When had this young lady returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and come to squat in his room crying?

She was making it look as though he had bullied Ning Rongrong.

What a headache.

First, Ning Fengzhi had been showering him with concern, trying every possible way to pry information about the force behind him out of him.

Then there was Ning Rongrong, mischievously causing trouble in every way, as though she truly wanted a real friend.

"Hmph, this young lady isn't crying. You broke your promise, so don't even think about arguing your way out of it."

Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears.

Crying could never solve a problem.

After going to Shrek Academy, she had come to understand many things.

The little tricks that worked so well in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect meant nothing in outsiders' eyes.

They might fear the power behind her, but they would not treat her as a true friend because of it.

"You don't seriously think that a Support System Soul Master like you could safely travel from Heaven Dou City to Shrek Academy, do you?"

Tang Dongfeng picked up the clothes beside him and put them on.

Having a girl in his room was troublesome enough, especially when it was in her own home.

"What do you mean?"

Ning Rongrong's heart jolted, and she hurried after Tang Dongfeng as he headed for the door.

Could it be that the pride she had been so pleased with was completely worthless?

Why was Tang Dongfeng not proud at all? He could seriously injure Zhao Wuji with a single blow, and he even went out with a Titled Douluo accompanying him.