After Shaohua waited for Qiao Di to completely disappear, she also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems all these plans are going smoothly. Next, I'll just wait for Little Pear and the others to return.
However, the crisis on the Douluo Continent would not stop just because a few people were absent.
Ning Rongrong had just finished talking with her father Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo in the main hall before hurrying back to her room. Ning Fengzhi was a man of great wisdom, and Ning Rongrong's changes were naturally seen by him.
Ning Fengzhi quietly said to Sword Douluo, "Uncle Jian, I feel like Rongrong is a bit strange. Could you secretly investigate her down below?"
"What could be wrong with Rongrong's little girl? Isn't it just that she's worried about Tang San?" Sword Douluo paid no attention at all to Ning Rongrong's anomaly; he was merely somewhat angry because Ning Rongrong was currently far too worried about Tang San, clearly having loved them most in the past.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "Uncle Jian, you are still too imprudent. I feel like Rongrong has changed into a different person."
"That can't be. Whether based on her aura or her figure, the one just now was undoubtedly Rongrong. Fengzhi, are you overthinking things?"
Ning Fengzhi had no way to refute Sword Douluo's words either, because his own feeling was identical to Sword Douluo's. Yet out of a peculiar sensation, he simply felt this Ning Rongrong was no longer his daughter.
Still, due to Ning Fengzhi's request, Sword Douluo nonetheless secretly monitored Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong also sensed that someone was watching her, and she did not step outside for the past few days. Suddenly one day, inside her room, Ning Rongrong collapsed without warning.
The collapsed Ning Rongrong did not lose consciousness, instead discovering that her soul was floating outside while Ning Rongrong's body began to stand up once more.
Li Pei sensed that something was amiss. Since it was not her own soul controlling the body at this moment, the one controlling it had to be the original Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong stood up unhurriedly, glanced to the side, and said with a smile, "Li Pei, you're here, right?"
Before Li Pei could make any reaction, Ning Rongrong began speaking to herself again: "You let your guard down, didn't you? Otherwise, how could your body have been snatched away by me? My soul actually never died; it remained hidden deep inside the body and secretly absorbed your Rakshasa Divine Power. Now my soul is comparatively stronger, which is why you were cast out of the body."
"I still have to thank you. If not for you, how would I possess Twin Martial Souls? But this matter is something I won't tell Dad. After all, this is our secret, isn't it? Furthermore, you need not ever think of seizing my body again."
Li Pei asked in puzzlement, "Why?" It was a pity her questioning was completely inaudible to Ning Rongrong, who now possessed the body.
Ning Rongrong continued, "I know you must be asking why, and I'm not afraid to let you know. Was it thanks to the help of the Rakshasa God that you successfully entered my body? He forged an agreement with both you and me, because my resentment was greater than yours. Lately, because of the pleasantness of your life, you had no hatred, which was why I..."
Simple though Ning Rongrong made it sound, the moment Li Pei had snatched the body, the voice of the Rakshasa God had actually appeared in Ning Rongrong's mind.
"Hello, Ning Rongrong."
"You're the one who helped Li Pei. Why are you talking to me? And shouldn't I have already vanished?" Ning Rongrong shouted aloud, as if trying to vent her own unreconciled resentment.
"I am the Rakshasa God of the Divine Realm. Li Pei is the successor I selected, which is why I aided him."
"Then why are you asking me this now? Since you've already chosen to help Li Pei, could you possibly choose to help me?"
"Not necessarily. Although I have chosen a successor, before this successor inherits the divine throne, he is merely an ordinary person undergoing my trials. If your aptitude is selected by me, then I will help you as well."
One had to admit that the words of the Rakshasa God moved Ning Rongrong. If she could counter-utilize this battle strength of the Rakshasa God, she would regain her body.
"Lord Rakshasa God, but I can only cultivate up to a Spirit Saint. Can I still inherit the divine throne like this?" But very quickly, Ning Rongrong recovered her rationality; her own Martial Soul simply could not cultivate to level one hundred-this was an innate flaw.
"You need not worry about this issue, because Li Pei's soul has already fused into your body. Thus your body now holds Twin Martial Souls; once the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda cultivates to seven soul rings, you will be able to cultivate Li Pei's Martial Soul Vines."
"Can I really do it?" Ning Rongrong somewhat doubted herself. She had nothing, so why would the Rakshasa God take a fancy to this remnant soul of hers?
"Naturally you can. Before your consciousness vanishes, let me see your performance, Ning Rongrong."
And so, just as Ning Rongrong was about to be absorbed by Li Pei, the Rakshasa God protected Ning Rongrong's consciousness, allowing her to clearly see what Li Pei had done using Ning Rongrong's body during this period.
Over these past few days, Ning Rongrong had watched Li Pei eat the meals prepared for her, chat with her own father, and listen to the servants talk about Tang San's affairs. Most crucially, she had actually beaten her best friend, Lin Ying.
In truth, the matter of Lin Ying being beaten was an accident. That day had merely been an ordinary day when Lin Ying intended to invite Ning Rongrong out to play. Ning Rongrong herself inherently possessed a fun-loving personality, and whenever someone invited her out, she would invariably accept with eager enthusiasm.
However, Li Pei was not like that. Li Pei only enjoyed staying cooped up in her room to cultivate, and consequently barked out angrily, "I've already said not to disturb me when nothing is going on. Lin Ying, you're merely a servant-how on earth do you dare meddle in the affairs of me, the young miss?"
"Rongrong, didn't you say it before? We aren't master and servant, we're still friends, and Uncle Ning also took me in as his foster daughter. Right now I can be considered your sister."
Li Pei laughed. "That was just casual talk. I've never regarded you as a sister; you are truly too naive."
Lin Ying's heart panicked for a moment, but she rapidly adjusted her emotions. Although she did not view Ning Rongrong as a sister either, hearing Ning Rongrong say those words still stung quite a bit.
"Rongrong, surely not? You really think that way-have you forgotten? The oath the two of us took." Although Lin Ying currently wanted to throw caution to the wind and hurryingly leave the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Spirit Hall had not given her any order to retreat. That meant Spirit Hall still required the information of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, so she absolutely must not have a falling out with Ning Rongrong.
If their relationship ruptured, she must push this fault onto Ning Rongrong, and it absolutely could not be because of her own reasons. Otherwise, judging by Ning Fengzhi's temperament, no matter how talented she was, she would inevitably lose all possibility of being trusted again.
Meanwhile, high in the air, Ning Rongrong's soul was also weeping. Watching Lin Ying's pensive expression, she cried out in grievance, "Lin Ying, that wasn't me! Can't you tell? I have never forgotten our agreement-we truly are good sisters, you must wait for me to return."
Unfortunately, as a soul-body, Ning Rongrong could not transmit her voice to Lin Ying. Knowing she could not get an appointment with Ning Rongrong, Lin Ying turned and left.
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