Gu Rong Went Mad

"Ye Qinghe, next time, I will definitely defeat you fair and square."

As Qian Renxue watched Bibi Dong's departing figure, she silently made up her mind.

The "master" Salas was referring to was naturally Ye Qinghe.

A moment later, led by Salas, Bibi Dong met Ye Qinghe.

Ning Rongrong accompanied Ye Qinghe.

"Ning Rongrong, the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, greets His Holiness the Pope."

This was the first thing Ning Rongrong said after seeing Bibi Dong. She immediately knelt down on one knee without hesitation.

Bibi Dong glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and naturally stepped forward to take Ye Qinghe's arm before speaking, "Get up. Since you were brought by Little Ye, I don't mind preserving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School's legacy, provided, of course, that you pledge your absolute loyalty."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will swear to serve His Holiness the His Holiness the Pope and the Spirit Hall to the death." Ning Rongrong stood up, looking at Ye Qinghe who was so intimate with the Pope, her feelings were very complicated. He could even win over this woman; she really couldn't understand him anymore.

"Dong'er, take her to see that old man Gu Rong." Ye Qinghe looked at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong nodded, and with Salas leading the way, the three of them soon arrived at the dungeon of the Martial Soul Temple.

The dungeon contained several cells with iron bars.

In one of the cells, a gaunt old man with an unusually large frame was gnawing on a spoiled cornbread.

He was missing a leg, blind in one eye, and his hands were bound by chains and tied to the toilet next to him.

This appearance is nothing like the former number one eerie Titled Douluo in the world; he looks like a beggar!

Bibi Dong waved her hand, and after Salas retreated with a look of awe, Ye Qinghe said to Ning Rongrong, "Everything depends on your performance now."

"Grandpa Bone, Grandpa Bone, is that you? Is that you?"

Ning Rongrong nodded and stepped into the cell. Before she even got close, she cried out for Gu Rong and then knelt down with a thud.

"Rongrong... Rongrong, what are you doing here?" Upon hearing this, Gu Rong, disregarding the fact that she was still tied to the toilet, hurriedly climbed over.

He let the excrement and urine inside splatter all over him, completely unaware of it.

But he quickly realized what was happening, and his gaze towards Ning Rongrong turned indifferent. "What are you doing here? Haven't you harmed me enough? If you hadn't tipped me off, I wouldn't be in this state. And now you're still putting on a show of crocodile Haozi. How come I never saw through you before? You're such a traitorous ingrate!"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Bone, it's all my fault. The Spirit Hall captured me. If I didn't comply, they would send me to Tube Building to mass-produce Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master... I didn't know things would turn out this way. I thought that even if you made a mistake, you wouldn't be in any danger. It's all Rongrong's fault..."

Ning Rongrong cried so hard that her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain, which amazed Ye Qinghe. His acting skills were almost on par with Oscar actor.

Of course, it would be better if Ning Rongrong were closer to the Gu Rong. Is she keeping such a distance because she finds Gu Rong too smelly?

Gu Rong felt much relieved after hearing this, sighed, and said, "Yes, who would have thought that Ye Qinghe and the Pope had that kind of relationship? You are still young, and this matter has indeed been difficult for you."

Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears and said, "Grandpa Gu, don't worry. I'll take responsibility for my actions. I've already promised the Spirit Hall that I would give them a child with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul. Once the child is born, they will release you. Please be patient during this time."

"Why are you doing this to yourself, child?" Gu Rong wasn't too suspicious; after all, what girl would joke about her innocence of over a decade?

Ning Rongrong's words undoubtedly rekindled his hope to live.

After all, being able to become the Bone Douluo he once was, even if he loses his Soul Ring, is still better than being stuck here as a sow.

"Let's not talk about that, Grandpa Bone. My dad and Grandpa Jian are very worried about you. Please write them a letter to let them know you're safe." Ning Rongrong took out the paper and pen she had prepared in advance.

"I never expected the sect leader and that old hag to care about me so much." Gu Rong shook his head with a wry smile, feeling a surge of emotion. After quickly wiping the pages of his defense off his clothes, he took the paper and pen.

Just as he was about to begin writing, Ning Rongrong spoke again, "Grandpa Bone, please don't tell me what happened. I don't want Dad and Grandpa Jian to worry."

"You've suffered so much." Gu Rong was deeply moved once again. In his eagerness to leave, he didn't notice the sly smile on Ning Rongrong's lips.

A letter was quickly written, and its contents were simple: to let everyone know that he was safe and sound, and to thank Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, with a special mention of Ning Rongrong's contributions.

After confirming that the letter was legitimate, Ning Rongrong suddenly stood up laughing, "Haha, Ye Qinghe, Your His Holiness the Pope, come out quickly, come out quickly! This old mudfish has been fooled!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong took Ye Qinghe's hand and walked in.

Gu Rong then realized something was wrong, "You... you... you..."

Ning Rongrong sneered, "Haha, you really think this old lady would be so kind as to save you, you old mudfish? Dream on! From the moment you agreed to let Ning Fengzhi make me marry Tang San, our previous relationship was already over."

"Furthermore, that old fox Ning Fengzhi never intended to save you from the very beginning. From the moment you failed, he abandoned you, which incurred the displeasure of Sword Douluo. The reason I came here this time is to save your life and take the opportunity to gain Sword Douluo's loyalty."

"Of course, that's just in a literal sense. Now that I've gotten what I wanted, you're useless. For the rest of your life, you can just stay in that Tube Building."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong handed the letter to Ye Qinghe for inspection.

"Impossible... impossible! I've shed blood and sweat for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and diligently assisted the Sect Master for decades. He would never do this to me. I demand to see the Sect Master."

At this moment, the Gu Rong's faith collapsed.

Ning Rongrong smiled sinisterly, "Don't worry, you'll meet soon, but it won't be you going to see him, it will be him seeing you. At that time, I will be in charge of the sect, so you can rest assured and focus on cultivating your spirit."

"You... Pfft..." After hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Gu Rong's eyes were bloodshot and tears of blood streamed down his face. Finally, he spat out a mouthful of blood and then went into a state of madness.

Ye Qinghe shook his head inwardly. Just now, the old man had stopped providing him with emotional points, which meant that Gu Rong couldn't take the blow and had gone mad.

Well, I'll treat him later; such a great innocent child shouldn't be wasted.

"This old man actually got so angry that he vomited blood. Will it affect the child?" Ning Rongrong seemed to realize that she had gone a bit too far, and turned to look at Ye Qinghe with a carefree expression.

"No, once I drink the Water of the Mother-and-Child River, it won't fall out unless I cut open my stomach." Ye Qinghe glanced casually at the letter written by Gu Rong, then showed it to Bibi Dong. After confirming that there were no problems, he handed it back to Ning Rongrong.