Qian Renxue Agrees to Marriage?! Gu Qing's Blue Silver Domain!

Sword Douluo cast his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi.

"It seems Ning Rongrong had some contact with that Gu Qing at the Lantern Festival tonight."

He briefly described the scene he had observed in secret, where Ning Rongrong and Gu Qing were strolling through the streets together.

"The two of them seemed to get along quite well; judging by Rongrong's demeanor, she doesn't seem to have any aversion to that lad."

Upon hearing this news, the deep frown on Ning Fengzhi's brow instantly smoothed out.

He sat back down in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the tabletop.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could leverage this connection through Ning Rongrong to establish a rapport with someone who might potentially become a god in the future, it would be an endeavor with nothing but benefits and no drawbacks.

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, a glimmer of sharp insight flashing in his eyes.

"This is an unexpected delight."

He looked toward Sword Douluo, his tone becoming much more relaxed.

"That girl Rongrong is usually so high-minded; it's rare for her to find a peer she actually takes a liking to."

Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip.

"Uncle Sword, find an opportunity to give Rongrong a hint."

He set the cup down, delivering his final verdict.

"Tell her to interact with this Gu Qing more often in the future. No matter what method she uses, it is of the utmost importance to maintain a good relationship with him."

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, turned, and walked out of the great hall, leaving the space to Ning Fengzhi, who was lost in deep thought.

The night air hung like thick ink over the dilapidated sign of Shrek Academy.

The heavy wooden gate was suddenly slammed open from the outside.

Accompanied by the sound of ragged, heavy breathing, a stumbling figure collapsed directly onto the mud in the center of the courtyard.

Blood seeped from the person's tattered clothes into the soil, and the thick, metallic scent of blood instantly dispersed into the night wind.

The teachers and students who had been discussing the Spirit Master Tournament inside the main hall were instantly startled by the commotion.

Everyone rushed out of the hall.

By the faint light of the torches on the wall, Dai Mubai recognized the blood-soaked, unrecognizable figure on the ground at a single glance.

"Little Ao!"

The blonde youth's eyes turned bloodshot instantly; he lunged forward and carefully lifted the person who had been sprawled in the mud.

Oscar, lying in his arms, was as pale as paper, his entire body covered in lacerations of varying depths, especially his chest, which was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

His once-handsome face was now completely twisted in agony, and even his breathing had become intermittent.

Tang San followed closely behind and knelt down, his fingertips quickly pressing against Oscar's pulse.

A black spirit power filled with a destructive aura lingered around the wounds, continuously eroding Oscar's vitality.

"What a ruthless method."

Tang San's brows locked together, and the milky-white Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy surged from his palms, forcibly protecting Oscar's heart meridian.

Standing behind them, Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged glances; the faces of both teachers were etched with shock and gravity.

Although Shrek Academy was known for being protective of its own, in a place like Heaven Dou Imperial City, who would dare to strike with such malice?

Dai Mubai stared fixedly at his brother in his arms, his voice squeezed out through gritted teeth.

"Little Ao, hold on. Tell me, who hurt you like this?"

Oscar struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his throat emitting a hoarse, broken sound.

"It was... Gu Qing."

The moment those two words were uttered, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following, an uncontrollable rage erupted in the heart of every Shrek student.

"It's that Gu Qing again!"

Dai Mubai slammed his fist into the bluestone slab beside him, and the hard rock instantly cracked with a fine, spiderweb-like pattern.

Just a few days ago, Ma Hongjun had his pride and joy, the Evil Fire Phoenix spirit, crippled, leaving him almost a broken man; the culprit was this fellow who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Now, Oscar had been wounded to this half-dead state.

Old grievances and new hatreds intertwined, pushing Dai Mubai's sanity to the brink of collapse.

Tang San withdrew his hand and slowly stood up, a dark, gloomy luster flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"This person targeting our Shrek people one after another is definitely not a coincidence."

Listening to Tang San's analysis, Flender pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression so grim it seemed as if it could drip water.

"It seems the other party is intentionally setting themselves against our Shrek Academy."

The Dean let out a heavy, cold snort, and a powerful wave of spirit power erupted from his body.

"No matter what kind of background this brat has, if he dares to step on Shrek's head, this debt will absolutely not be settled so easily!"

Zhao Wuji cracked his knuckles, the joints popping as he chimed in.

"Investigate this Gu Qing's background immediately. I want to see exactly what gives him the right to be so arrogant."

Under the night sky, the Shrek group shared a common hatred, vowing to make the man named Gu Qing pay a bitter price.

Meanwhile, deep within the Crown Prince Mansion of Heaven Dou Imperial City.

The spacious bedroom was currently shrouded in an incredibly dense, emerald-green radiance.

Crystal-clear vines snaked along the walls and rafters, intertwining to form a vast and mysterious formation.

This was the Blue Silver Domain, personally laid out by Gu Qing using his Life-Type Blue Silver Grass.

The air was saturated with a majestic, almost tangible vitality, which even condensed into tiny green specks of light in mid-air.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged in the center of the large bed, her eyes slightly closed.

With every breath she drew, those drifting life energies surged frantically into her limbs and bones.

Her soul power, which had previously been stagnant, was circulating at an astonishing speed under the enhancement of this domain.

Sitting here for just a moment was equivalent to several days of bitter cultivation in the outside world.

This sense of gratification, where half the effort yielded double the results, sent ripples through Qian Renxue's heart.

She slowly opened her golden eyes, looking at the vibrant, life-filled vines throughout the room, her thoughts becoming somewhat complex.

Although that bastard acted arrogantly, spoke flippantly, and had even repeatedly crossed the line with her.

It was undeniable, however, that he was indeed helping her in an extremely overbearing manner.

Whether it was intimidating Sword Douluo or setting up such a precious cultivation domain.

Qian Renxue knew in her heart that Gu Qing was actually treating her quite well.

Yet, if she were to just open her mouth and agree to that marriage contract, she felt she wouldn't be able to save face.

As the dignified Young Master of Martial Soul Hall, if she were to just obediently submit after being slapped a few times and given some sweet treats, would she ever be able to hold her head high in front of this guy again?

The psychology of suffering for the sake of pride was at work, forcing her to suppress the urge to compromise.

Just as Qian Renxue was lost in her wandering thoughts, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

Gu Qing walked in with a leisurely stride, pulled over a chair, and sat down by the bed.

"Hurry up and handle your recent tasks here in Heaven Dou Imperial City."

He looked at the blonde woman sitting on the bed, his tone very casual.

"Once things are arranged properly, come back early. I want to take you somewhere."

Qian Renxue was slightly stunned, asking subconsciously.

"Where to?"

The moment the question left her lips, she felt a twinge of annoyance; didn't this make it seem like she was looking forward to it?

Yet, the intense curiosity rising from the bottom of her heart could not be suppressed no matter what.