Ning Rongrong: Ma Hongjun Was Entirely Responsible for Her Disfigurement! Zhu Zhuqing: You Only Knew You Were Going to Die...

"Dean..."

Shui Yue'er suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat subdued.

The Skywater Dean sighed and stroked her head.

"Yue'er, you still can't bear to part with your sister?"

"It's not just that."

Shui Yue'er bit her lip, a flash of unwillingness passing through her eyes.

"Dean, look at my sister's Soul Power now. In just half a month, she's pulled more than ten levels ahead of me, and she's gained Ultimate Ice and a Spirit Bone.

If I stay at the academy and keep progressing step by step,

then in the future, with our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Ice and Snow Drifting, I'm afraid I won't even be qualified to activate it."

Xue Wu listened from the side, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face as well.

Indeed, once the gap between soul masters widened, the tacit understanding they once shared would become a burden.

"Then what do you want to do?"

the dean asked.

Shui Yue'er took a deep breath, her gaze gradually firming.

"Either way, I'll have to choose a faction after graduation.

My sister is at Spirit Hall. The resources and environment there truly can't compare to our academy.

Once this tournament is over, I'm going to Spirit City too, to join my sister and... and Brother Yan.

I want to grow stronger too. I absolutely can't let my sister leave me too far behind!"

Looking at Shui Yue'er, who was already plotting to throw herself at Spirit Hall,

the Skywater Dean could only shake her head helplessly.

From this day onward, Skywater Academy's two shining jewels would likely both fall into the hands of that young man named Huang Yan.

Within Heaven Dou City, the Shrek group settled into a secluded inn.

Ma Hongjun lay on the bed, his entire body charred black as he wailed in agony.

Having become crippled, he could no longer vent his fire by finding women.

Tormented by Evil Fire, Ma Hongjun wished he were dead.

In comparison, Ning Rongrong, who had merely been disfigured, was doing far better.

Wearing a mask, Ning Rongrong sat silently in a corner, radiating a chilling hostility.

"Rongrong, the Nine Heart Begonia Ye Family has always kept to itself, but you're the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Sect Master Ning is also the Crown Prince's teacher."

Tang San broke the silence and looked at Ning Rongrong as he tried to persuade her.

"As long as you go to Heaven Dou Royal Academy and find Ye Lingling, then have her invite the Ye Family head to treat the injuries on your face and save Fatty's life, the Three Education Committee Members surely won't refuse."

Flender hurriedly echoed him.

"Yes, Rongrong. Fatty's meridians are almost ruined. Only a miraculous ability like Nine Heart Begonia can restore him completely.

For your own face, and for your companion's sake, will you make the trip?"

"I'm not going."

Ning Rongrong's voice came from beneath the mask, cold and utterly flat.

"Rongrong, this isn't the time to throw a tantrum!"

Heart aching, Oscar tried to step forward and take Ning Rongrong's hand.

"If you don't treat your face quickly, what if permanent scars remain..."

"I said I'm not going!"

Ning Rongrong abruptly rose to her feet, her voice suddenly becoming shrill and venomous.

"Save him?

Why should I beg someone to save him?"

Everyone froze. Enduring the agony, Ma Hongjun weakly cried out from the bed.

"Rongrong... we're companions...

Didn't I get hurt by that brat because I stood up for everyone...?"

"Companions?

Stood up for us?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Ma Hongjun through her mask, her eyes filled with mad hatred.

"Ma Hongjun, if you hadn't been unable to control that filthy mouth of yours and insisted on provoking Huang Yan, would I have ended up like this?

Would I have become this freak who has to wear a mask just to face people?"

"Huang Yan was the one who struck viciously. How can you blame Fatty?"

Dai Mubai frowned.

"If I don't blame him, who should I blame!"

Ning Rongrong screamed hysterically.

"Huang Yan has a Peak Douluo at his side. Even my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa have to fear him somewhat. Can I take revenge on him?

But what about Ma Hongjun?

He clearly knew they were not to be provoked, yet he insisted on dragging the entire team down with him!

When I was being disfigured, he actually had the mood to stand there and sneer, saying I had become ugly?

A piece of trash like him deserves to die!"

Because of her disfigurement, Ning Rongrong's heart had already begun to twist.

In Ning Rongrong's eyes, if Ma Hongjun had not taken the initiative to provoke Huang Yan, how could she possibly have been disfigured?

Although Huang Yan was the one who had disfigured her, Ning Rongrong subconsciously believed that Chen Xin and Gu Rong were no match for Huang Yan's teacher, Azure Luan Douluo.

She believed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was no match for Spirit Hall.

Following the principle of picking on the weak,

Ning Rongrong naturally shifted her hatred onto the culprit,

Ma Hongjun, who had mocked her after her disfigurement.

Ning Rongrong sneered, her tone mocking.

"You want me to use the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's favor to save a useless piece of trash who got me disfigured?

Keep dreaming!

The worse his injuries get, the better I'll feel!"

With that, Ning Rongrong ignored the stunned crowd.

She rushed straight out the door, leaving behind only dead silence and Ma Hongjun's agonized groans.

The atmosphere in the room fell to freezing point, filled only with Ma Hongjun's ragged, painful breathing.

"Th-this... what do we do?"

Flender looked at Ma Hongjun, who had nearly curled into a ball on the bed, his old face deathly pale.

"Tang San, if Rongrong truly washes her hands of this, Fatty will really be finished!"

Tang San furrowed his brows, looked in the direction Ning Rongrong had left, and sighed deeply.

"Teacher, Rongrong's mental state is extremely dangerous right now.

She doesn't dare hate Huang Yan, who has a Peak Douluo backing him, so she can only vent all her resentment and venom on Fatty.

In her eyes, Fatty is the culprit who brought disaster down upon her."

"But we're a whole team!"

Dai Mubai slammed his fist onto the table, his face filled with frustration.

"Just because Fatty said a few wrong things, she's going to watch a companion die?"

"A companion?"

Oscar shook his head bitterly as he looked at his empty palm.

"Boss Dai, didn't you see the look in her eyes just now?

She wasn't looking at a companion at all. She was looking at the enemy who killed her father.

For a girl, disfigurement is more painful than being killed.

What's more, Fatty even mocked her at a time like that..."

Ma Hongjun convulsed violently on the bed. Blood-streaked foam spilled from his mouth as he pleaded incoherently.

"Third Brother...

Save me...

I don't want to die...

I really know I was wrong...

Save me..."

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner, watching with a frown.

Just now, she had nearly been unable to stop herself from leaving with Ning Rongrong.

In a group like this, Zhu Zhuqing felt uncomfortable all over.

You know you were wrong?

No, you never thought you were wrong.

You only knew you were going to die.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with disgust, thinking this to herself.

Tang San walked over and activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill, forcibly suppressing the rampaging Evil Fire within Ma Hongjun's body. He said in a low voice.

"Dean, we can't count on Rongrong anymore.

Right now, she wishes Fatty would die before her eyes.

Boss Dai, you and Oscar stay with Fatty. I'll make a trip to Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Since Rongrong refuses to use her sect's connections, I'll try using the Hidden Weapon blueprints or my knowledge of herbs.

I'll see whether I can exchange them for a treatment from the Ye Family."