Ning Rongrong: I Became a God? The Goddess of Nine Colors?!

Back to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Lin Qingmo touched her waist.

"Hiss, Titled Douluo truly lives up to his Titled Douluo; he's extraordinary indeed."

It was as if the Master was about to release all the pent-up emotions of his life.

Even with the support of the Blue Silver Life Tree, he was still almost drained dry.

He felt his kidneys making a creaking sound, similar to that of an overloaded machine.

Back at the Academy, Lin Qingmo felt a sense of unreality and disorientation.

A Titled Douluo, his Master, the woman who was once so aloof that he dared not look directly at her, was actually won over by him.

For two whole days, shamelessly and without restraint, day and night.

Lin Qingmo, and unconsciously straightened his back as he walked.

Although my back ached, it was worth it, absolutely worth it.

He would never forget his Master's body, his Master's voice, his Master's pitiful appearance.

"Captain!!!"

A sharp shout interrupted his erotic reverie.

Lin Qingmo looked up and saw a head of light purple hair leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, followed by a soft body that threw itself into his arms, almost making him stumble.

His waist, his waist!

"Bai Chenxiang?"

"Captain! You're finally back!"

Bai Chenxiang clung tightly to his waist, tilting her head back, her red and swollen eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

"Have you heard anything about my grandfather? Have you found him?"

That little face, streaked with tears, and those dark circles under its eyes, clearly showed it had been waiting for him to come back since yesterday.

His heart softened slightly, and he reached out and patted her shoulder.

"Hmm, we have a lead."

"I've already asked my Master to investigate; they should be able to find your grandfather's whereabouts soon."

"Real?!"

Bai Chenxiang's pupils suddenly dilated.

She stared blankly at Lin Qingmo, large tears rolling down her cheeks.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally found an outlet.

"Team Captain..."

"Okay, okay, stop crying."

Lin Qingmo patted her back helplessly. "I said I would help you, and I will help you to the end."

"Thank you... thank you..."

Bai Chenxiang buried her face in his chest, her shoulders trembling violently, her voice choked with sobs.

Lin Qingmo took Bai Chenxiang back to her dormitory and comforted her.

She left with red eyes, thanking him profusely.

Before Lin Qingmo could even take a sip of water, the door behind him was pushed open.

"A-Qing, you're back!"

Ning Rongrong stood at the door, her chest heaving violently.

Her delicate little face was filled with anxiety.

Her eyes were slightly red, clearly she had been suppressing her emotions on the way here.

Her voice was a half-tone higher than usual. "Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa... what exactly happened?!"

She spoke incoherently, took a deep breath, and slammed the door shut behind her.

Okay, my purpose is clear.

Lin Qingmo pointed to the chair next to him.

"Please sit down."

"I won't sit! Tell me first--"

"Please sit down."

Lin Qingmo's tone left no room for refusal. "You're making my neck hurt from looking up."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and plopped down on the chair, her legs together and her hands gripping the hem of her skirt, her whole body like a taut string.

Lin Qingmo poured her a glass of water, but she didn't take it; she just stared straight at him.

"You said in the group chat before that my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa would die in the Jiayu Pass. What exactly happened?"

Lin Qingmo nodded slightly. "Simply put, he died to help Tang San."

Her voice trembled. "Is it to help that Tang San? Why would they help Tang San? When did our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect get involved with Tang San?"

Lin Qingmo picked up his glass of water and took a sip, unhurriedly.

"Ning Rongrong, let me state a crucial premise first: that's just one possibility from the original world."

"It's not a fate you'll face tomorrow, don't scare yourself like this."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's shoulders relaxed slightly, but her fists remained clenched tightly.

"Then... then tell me what exactly happened?"

Even if there is another possibility, she needs to understand it clearly to avoid a future where Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa die!

"In the original timeline, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Tang San were very close."

Lin Qingmo put down his water glass. "To be precise, it's you and Tang San who are getting very close."

"You Shrek Seven Devils are sworn brothers who fought your way up from Nuoding City. Tang San has done a great service to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo admire him."

"Later, when the Spirit Hall and Tang San went to war, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect chose to side with Tang San."

"In the Battle of Jiayu Pass, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong both died in battle against the Spirit Hall."

"!!!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale instantly.

Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa doted on me since I was little.

They will die in battle!

And it was all for Tang San!

"Why... why did I get so close to Tang San? I don't want them to die..."

"Right now, you and Tang San have absolutely nothing to do with each other. You're in the Imperial Fighting Team, and he's in Shrek."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no reason to form an alliance with Tang San."

"Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo will not die at Jiayu Pass, because they will never go there in the first place."

Ning Rongrong raised her head, her eyes still brimming with tears, but her gaze was brighter than before.

"Real?"

When have I ever lied to you?

Lin Qingmo was helpless.

Why do I have to coax each of them myself?

Master is, Bai Chenxiang is, and now Ning Rongrong has arrived.

Ning Rongrong thought about it and realized she didn't have any.

She let out a long breath and slumped into the chair as if all her bones had been removed.

"That scared me to death..."

She patted her chest, "I almost thought Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa were really going to die."

"Drink some water once you've calmed down," Lin Qingmo said, handing her a cup of tea.

This time she accepted.

After gulping down most of the glass, Ning Rongrong's expression changed from fear to curiosity when she put the glass down.

"Then... A-Qing, what happened to me in the original timeline? What happened to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Lin Qingmo was about to answer when his expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Are you sure you want to know?

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat at his expression.

He answered the previous question so readily, but this one requires confirming first whether she wants to know.

Is her future even more tragic than that of Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, who died in battle?

"Is it... very bad?" Her voice was weak.

Lin Qingmo shook his head. "No, quite the opposite, your future is bright."

"You also obtained a Immortal Herb from Tang San, Martial Soul evolved from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Later, you also inherited the Divine Position of the Goddess of Nine Colors and ascended to the Divine Realm."

"Ah?!"

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Goddess of Nine Colors? Godhood?

Each of these words alone is enough to make the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect celebrate with fireworks for three days.

Now that everything has hit her, she's a little dazed.

"I... became a god?"

Ning Rongrong pointed to her nose, looking completely bewildered.