Forcing Xiao Wu to Sacrifice Herself? Ning Fengzhi Was Shocked: What, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in Human Form? (Please Keep Reading!)

"Who around here can tear through space?"

Ning Rongrong's face went pale as she blurted out:

"Grandpa Bone... Grandpa Bone's Bone Dragon Martial Soul can tear through space..."

The air suddenly froze.

Tang San whipped his head around, purple light flaring in his eyes.

"Ning Rongrong, what did you say?"

Startled by his gaze, Ning Rongrong stammered:

"Grandpa Bone... Gu Rong's Martial Soul is the Bone Dragon, and it inherently has spatial attributes... He really can tear through space..."

Oscar swallowed.

"But... why would Bone Douluo capture Xiao Wu?"

Tang San fell silent for three seconds, then forced out each word through clenched teeth.

"Because Xiao Wu isn't human."

"What?"

Dai Mubai froze.

Tang San closed his eyes, his voice filled with deep pain and self-reproach.

"Xiao Wu is actually a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form."

Although Tang San had not refined the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew to strengthen his Purple Demon Eye,

back at the Ling Tian Sect, under Gu Rong's influence,

his Purple Demon Eye had, in that instant, seen through Xiao Wu's true identity.

"The Soul Beast aura Ma Hongjun sensed at the entrance of the Ling Tian Sect earlier... that was Xiao Wu's.

Gu Rong is a Titled Douluo. He must have noticed it too."

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast..."

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock.

"Then Bone Douluo captured her for..."

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Tang San opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Gu Rong didn't make a move on the spot because there were too many people watching.

He was waiting for us to leave Heaven Dou City so he could strike on the road."

Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling.

"No... impossible... Grandpa Bone wouldn't do something like that... His temper may be bad, but he isn't that kind of person..."

"Not that kind of person?"

Tang San sneered.

"He reeks of gloom. One look tells you he's no respectable soul master. What would he possibly be afraid to do?

Even my father's leg..."

Dai Mubai frowned.

"Tang Hao's leg?

Tang San, what do you mean?"

After Tang Hao lost his leg, he had gone to see Tang San because he could not stop worrying about him.

He feared that Tang San would be targeted by Gu Rong, so he went to see Tang San.

Although he had not explicitly said why his leg had been severed,

Tang San was now almost certain that the true culprit behind his father's lost leg was Gu Rong!

Because Tang San had sensed a dense controlling-element attribute on Tang Hao at the time.

Tang San offered no explanation. He turned and ran toward Heaven Dou City.

"You go back to the academy first. I'm going to the Ling Tian Sect to demand her back."

"Are you crazy?"

Dai Mubai grabbed his shoulder.

"That place is guarded by three Titled Douluo. Are you going there to die?"

Tang San shook off his hand, his voice icy.

"That's my sister."

"I know."

Dai Mubai held on to him tightly.

"But if you go like this, you'll only get yourself killed. It won't accomplish anything."

For once, Ma Hongjun spoke seriously.

"Third Brother, Boss Dai is right.

We need to think this through carefully."

"Think it through carefully?"

Tang San spun around and stared at them.

"Xiao Wu is in Gu Rong's hands right now. She could be killed for her ring at any moment. And you want me to think it through carefully?"

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip and said softly:

"Tang San, even if all of us went, we still wouldn't be Gu Rong's match.

He's a Super Douluo. We couldn't even withstand one move from him."

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, blood dripping through his fingers.

The official road was deathly silent.

After a long while, Tang San took a deep breath. His voice regained its calm—an unnerving calm.

"Fine.

I won't go throw my life away.

But I won't just stand by and watch Xiao Wu die either."

He looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and ask your father to intervene."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly nodded.

"I'll go find Dad right away!"

Tang San then looked at Dai Mubai and the others.

"Let's go find my teacher.

My teacher, Dean Flender, and Aunt Liu Erlong can use the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

With Sword Douluo added in, we should be able to rescue Xiao Wu."

Ling Tian Sect, secret chamber.

Gu Rong stepped out of a spatial rift and casually tossed the unconscious Xiao Wu onto the ground.

Han Yu was wiping a storage ring. He looked up at her.

"You didn't alert anyone else?"

"They were just a few brats. So what if they were alerted?"

Gu Rong clapped his hands.

"I left three layers of spatial seals on her. She won't wake up."

Han Yu rose to his feet and walked over to Xiao Wu, looking down at her.

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit... My sixth Spirit Ring is settled, then."

Gu Rong crouched down, pinched Xiao Wu's chin, and inspected her from side to side.

"Then shall we do it now?

I'll stand guard for you. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring may be violent, but with your physique, you should be able to withstand it."

Han Yu shook his head.

"Grandfather, there's no rush.

With my current physique and spiritual power, forcibly absorbing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring still carries considerable risk.

If something goes wrong, the losses would outweigh the gains."

Gu Rong frowned.

"Then what do you mean?"

Han Yu stood up and paced two steps with his hands behind his back.

"That kid Tang San has definitely guessed that we did this by now.

With his personality, he'll never sit back and do nothing.

He'll certainly find a way to come rescue her."

Gu Rong sneered.

"Just him?

He's a mere Soul Ancestor. I'll kill however many come."

"Killing him would be easy, but if we kill him, Xiao Wu will lose her value as a chess piece."

A calculating smile curved Han Yu's lips.

"My plan is to use Tang San's life to threaten Xiao Wu and make her willingly sacrifice herself to me.

That way, there'll be no soul shock and no energy backlash. The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring can be obtained safely."

Gu Rong's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh.

"Brilliant!

If she willingly sacrifices herself, absorbing it will be as easy as eating candy.

And the Soul Bone produced by a voluntary sacrifice will be of even higher quality than one obtained through forced hunting!"

"Exactly."

Han Yu nodded.

"So there's no hurry to kill her.

Keep her locked up first, and wait for Tang San to walk into our trap."

Gu Rong grinned and drew a spatial seal on the ground with a wave of his hand.

"Then we'll lock her up here for now.

I'd like to see what kind of waves those little brats can stir up."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Council Hall.

Ning Rongrong ran in crying all the way, startling Ning Fengzhi, who had been reviewing documents.

"Rongrong?

What happened?

Who bullied you?"

Ning Fengzhi put down his pen and hurried over.

Ning Rongrong threw herself into her father's arms, crying so hard she could barely catch her breath.

"Dad... Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu was taken away by Grandpa Bone..."

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed. He gripped his daughter's shoulders.

"Slow down. What exactly happened?"

Through sobs, Ning Rongrong explained what had happened in fits and starts.

When he heard the words "Xiao Wu is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form," Ning Fengzhi's pupils abruptly shrank, and his entire body froze.

"What did you say?

That girl named Xiao Wu... is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"