Ning Rongrong's Turn to Darkness

As soon as they entered the special passage, through the dim light, they saw a familiar, greenish-blue figure— Ning Rongrong.

"It's you? What, Miss Ning, instead of spending time with your incompetent husband, do you have something to say to us?" Ye Qinghe, as always, stirred up trouble.

However, Ning Rongrong showed no emotion whatsoever, nor did she provide him with any emotional points. She simply said indifferently, "No need for any more nonsense. Ye Qinghe, I've been waiting for you here specifically to make a deal with you."

Ye Qinghe glanced at Ning Rongrong with a hint of surprise, "What do you mean by 'transaction'?"

"A deal you'll definitely be very interested in." Ning Rongrong said, glancing at the people around Ye Qinghe before stopping.

"Alright, let's talk somewhere else." With Bibi Dong by his side, Ye Qinghe wasn't worried about any ulterior motives she might have.

Soon Ye Qinghe, along with Bibi Dong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dugu Yan, followed Ning Rongrong to a teahouse near the Great Soul Arena.

Ye Qinghe told Yu Feng, Osler, and the Shi Brothers to go back first. As for Ye Lingling, she stayed at the hotel where she was staying, trying to break through the bottleneck of level 50 Soul Power.

Because the Soul Master Tournament was in progress, the teahouse was deserted; there was no one else there.

Ning Rongrong led them to a private room. After the servant prepared tea, she changed her usual arrogant and domineering ways. After pouring a cup of tea for Ye Qinghe, she did not rush to speak, but instead looked at Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan beside Ye Qinghe, as well as the unusually mysterious Bibi Dong.

Whether it was Ye Qinghe's imagination or not, he actually saw a hint of envy in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Ye Qinghe cut to the chase, saying, "Dong'er, Yanzi, and Zhu Zhuqing are all my wives. There's no need to hide anything. Just say what you have to say."

"Alright. Since that's the case, I won't waste any more words. My father and Tang Hao have already arranged a marriage, and they plan to let us hold Soul Power after Tang San breaks through to level 60. I don't want to marry that disgusting dwarf cannonball."

Mentioning Tang San, Ning Rongrong's originally beautiful face began to contort into a ferocious expression, and she gritted her teeth.

"And then?" Ye Qinghe didn't rush to give his opinion.

Ning Rongrong said with a gloomy expression, "Although I am very reluctant to admit it, that dwarf cannon has absorbed three Soul Bone. At most, it will be able to cultivate to the Soul Emperor in five years, or even less. At that time, whether I like it or not, Ning Fengzhi will marry me off to Tang San."

At this point, Ning Rongrong's father stopped calling out and looked intently at Ye Qinghe, saying, "I hope you can step in to snatch the bride. Only you can do it. With Poison Douluo as your backer, and Dean Liu of the Blue Tyrant Academy also thinking highly of you, as a reward, I can teach you the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Heart Separation Control Technique."

"Having cultivated to your level, besides increasing your Soul Power, to further enhance your strength, you absolutely need the help of the Heart Separation Control Technique. It allows you to multitask and simultaneously deal with various powerful enemies."

"Ning Fengzhi is still my father, is it really appropriate to call him by his first name?"

Ye Qinghe looked at Ning Rongrong with some surprise, but quickly understood. After thinking about it carefully, Ning Rongrong seemed to be a born ingrate. When Sword Bone Douluo broke his bones to save Tang San, only Ning Fengzhi went to collect Sword Bone Douluo's remains.

In contrast, Ning Rongrong acted as if two strangers had died, focusing all her attention on caring for Tang San.

Now that Ning Fengzhi forcing Ning Rongrong to marry Tang San, who has become a dwarf and is impotent, it's as if his ingrate potential has been prematurely unleashed.

Ning Rongrong's next words confirmed Ye Qinghe's guess.

"Father? Haha..." She threw her head back and laughed wildly, like a madwoman.

Fortunately, the soundproofing in Yaya is quite good; otherwise, it would have definitely attracted the attention of the shop owners.

After a long silence, Ning Rongrong's laughter finally subsided, her expression colder than ever before. "Is he still my father? Does he treat me like a daughter? In his eyes, I'm nothing more than a tool for a political marriage, a pathetic wretch. Ye Qinghe, I know you look down on me. Whether it's talent, effort, or personality, I'm inferior to any of the women beside you."

"But do you know what? Before Tang San, Ning Fengzhi to arrange a marriage between us, but after seeing Tang San's Twin Martial Souls, he changed his mind and betrothed me to Tang San, making me marry that dwarf I didn't love at all, had no feelings for, had used as a sex toy, and was impotent."

"No matter how unwilling I was, no matter how much I pleaded, Ning Fengzhi had no intention of asking for my opinion at all, nor did he care about my feelings."

"Even Sword Douluo, whom I always thought cherished me, wouldn't help me, Bone Douluo is even less likely to. In their eyes, what they value most is always the interests of their sect."

"I hate Ning Fengzhi. He doesn't deserve to be my father. I hate myself even more. Why am I not a Battle Soul Master? Why am I a support type? Why am I so weak? So weak that I can't even control my own destiny. Why?"

Ning Rongrong shouted the last sentence almost hoarsely.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, and so was Dugu Yan.

They never imagined that this seemingly glamorous young lady would have such an unknown side.

At this moment, Bibi Dong seemed to see her past self when she had turned to the dark side.

She was just luckier than Ye Qinghe, because Ye Qinghe met her when she was at her most helpless, and she also had the talent to change her destiny.

In contrast, Ning Rongrong was nothing more than a pitiful creature powerless against fate, trying to grasp at the last straw after falling into the water.

Ye Qinghe ignored Ning Rongrong's desperate cries. In his view, whether it was Ning Fengzhi or Ning Rongrong, they were essentially the same kind of people.

Both of them are driven by self-interest.

One pursues the interests of the sect and possesses ambitions that are disproportionate to his strength, unwilling to be subordinate to others.

The other is driven by self-interest, pure selfishness.

His expression remained indifferent. "Heart Separation Control technique, your father already gave it to me; it no longer holds any appeal for me..."

Ning Rongrong said, "What if we add the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

A flicker of emotion finally appeared on Ye Qinghe's face. "Are you serious?"

Although he didn't think much of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, if he could steal it from Ning Fengzhi, he would probably gain a lot of emotional points.

Ning Rongrong said excitedly, "Ning Fengzhi has many sons, but I'm the only one whose Innate Soul Power has reached level nine. No one is more suitable than me to succeed him as sect leader. As long as you help me dissolve this engagement, I'm willing to acknowledge you as my master, just like the heir of the Nine Heart Begonia family. Since Ning Fengzhi to sacrifice me for the sect's interests, then I will make him lose what is most important to him."