Yu Xiaogang's Foolish Delusion! Lin Qiu Acts, Ning Rongrong's Terror!

Yu Xiaogang panted heavily, a smile bordering on madness twisting his bloated, distorted face.

In his already warped perception, Bibi Dong was still the woman who loved him to the bone.

Everything happening now was merely because that little beast named Lin Qiu was meddling in the middle.

As long as Lin Qiu was eliminated, everything would return to the right track!

Time flowed like water, passing in the blink of an eye.

Half a month was but a fleeting moment for a cultivator.

Tomorrow was the day of the grand banquet at Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the Holy Son Palace.

Lin Qiu sat cross-legged, his body devoid of any flashy Soul Power fluctuations; instead, there was a sense of tranquility that returned to the basics.

Within his body, the golden bitter sea surged with waves, and every strike contained a terrifying power capable of collapsing mountains and shattering stones.

"Hoo..."

Lin Qiu slowly opened his eyes, two beams of golden light shooting out like sharp swords, piercing the void in front of him until it slightly distorted.

"Level 79."

He felt the power surging like a river within him, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Although his Soul Power level had only increased by a few ranks, under the tempering of the Covering Sky Method, his physical strength, spiritual consciousness, and even the purity of his Soul Power had reached an inconceivable level.

Now, even without using any soul skills, his physical strength alone was enough to thrash an ordinary Title Douluo.

As for those so-called Soul Saints and Soul Douluos, they were nothing more than slightly stronger ants in front of him.

"Tomorrow is the banquet; staying cooped up in the room cultivating all day is rather dull."

Lin Qiu stood up and stretched, his bones emitting a series of crackling pops like thunderclaps.

"Time to go out for a walk."

He changed into casual clothes, took no attendants, and walked out of the Pope Palace alone.

Martial Soul City was even more bustling and prosperous than it had been half a month ago.

The streets were decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, with countless merchants hawking rare treasures from all over the continent.

Because of the banquet, the number of soul masters in the city had surged, including many sect disciples with luxurious attire and extraordinary temperaments.

Lin Qiu strolled through the crowd, watching the mundane life of the world, his state of mind quite peaceful.

He passed a small stall filled with exquisite Soul Tools and picked up a pendant carved in the shape of a jade rabbit, intending to take a closer look.

"This item, this young lady wants it!"

A spoiled, crisp voice rang out abruptly in his ear.

Lin Qiu raised an eyebrow and turned his head.

Standing just a few steps away was a young girl wearing a pink tutu dress.

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, looking like a carved jade doll with skin whiter than snow. A cascade of soft pink hair draped over her shoulders, and her lively, large eyes were filled with arrogance.

At this moment, she was pointing at the pendant in Lin Qiu's hand, her chin held high, looking as if her demand was only natural.

Behind her followed four guards in tight-fitting outfits, their auras steady; they were clearly formidable soul masters.

Lin Qiu's gaze swept over the girl, finally landing on her iconic pink dress and that "princess syndrome" temperament etched into her bones.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Lin Qiu understood instantly.

At this age, with this attire, and being so spoiled and overbearing, who else could it be but the one known as the "Little Witch," Ning Rongrong?

Seeing Lin Qiu staring at her, Ning Rongrong had originally intended to throw a tantrum, but when she saw his appearance, the anger in her eyes dissipated by more than half, replaced by a flash of amazement.

What a handsome young man!

He was countless times better-looking than those so-called geniuses in the sect who spent their days hovering around her.

Especially that cold, otherworldly temperament—it was impossible to look away.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted, and her original intention to force a purchase changed instantly.

She walked up to Lin Qiu, put her hands behind her back, looked him up and down, and said haughtily:

"Hey, you look pretty good, and your build is quite sturdy."

"It just so happens that this young lady is short of a personal guard for this trip. You'll do! Follow this young lady, and I guarantee you'll have the best of food and drink. This pendant is yours as a reward."

As she spoke, she reached out to grab the pendant from Lin Qiu's hand, as if it were already her possession.

Lin Qiu flicked his wrist, avoiding her hand.

He placed the pendant gently back on the stall, his expression indifferent:

"Not interested."

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

From the time she was small, she had been the center of attention at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; even her two grandfathers, both Title Douluo, catered to her every whim. When had she ever been rejected so decisively?

"You... how dare you refuse me?"

Ning Rongrong's face flushed red with anger. She stomped her foot hard and pointed at Lin Qiu's retreating back, shouting:

"Stop right there! No one has ever dared to disrespect this young lady!"

"You lot, grab him for me! No one I've taken an interest in is getting away!"

The four guards exchanged glances, their expressions troubled.

This was Martial Soul City, after all; grabbing people at random was likely inappropriate. Besides, the youth before them possessed an extraordinary air—what if he were the noble son of some powerful family?

"Why are you still standing there? Has my word lost its weight?"

Seeing the guards remain motionless, Ning Rongrong became even more exasperated.

The guards had no choice but to steel themselves and step forward. The leader, a Soul Ancestor, said in a deep voice:

"Little brother, our young lady has a bit of a temper. She only wishes to invite you over for a chat, so please don't make things difficult for us."

As he spoke, all four released their soul power simultaneously, attempting to use their pressure to force Lin Qiu into submission.

Lin Qiu stopped in his tracks.

He turned around slowly, looking at the mistress and her four servants, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Is this what the Upper Three Sects are like?"

"Abducting men in broad daylight in Martial Soul City?"

"The upbringing of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is truly an eye-opener."

Lin Qiu's voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

Ning Rongrong was incensed: "You dare insult my upbringing? Get him!"

The four guards hesitated no longer; their figures surged forward as they lunged at Lin Qiu.

Although they dared not use lethal force, subduing this youth should have been no problem.

However.

The moment they were about to touch the hem of Lin Qiu's clothes.

BOOM!

A terrifying, suffocating pressure erupted from within Lin Qiu's body without any warning.

There were no flashing soul rings, no Martial Soul Possession.

The sheer force of his aura alone descended like an ancient divine mountain, pressing heavily upon the four guards.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Four muffled sounds rang out.

The four guards, possessing the strength of Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders, didn't even have time to groan. Struck as if by lightning, their knees buckled, and they collapsed to the ground in perfect unison.

The hard stone floor shattered instantly beneath their knees, spiderweb-like cracks spreading in every direction.

"Ah—!"

The four men turned deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down like rain. They felt as if they were carrying a weight of ten thousand jun, and even lifting their heads became an impossible luxury.

It was a trembling that originated from the depths of their souls.

The arrogant expression on Ning Rongrong's face froze instantly.

She stared blankly at the guards kneeling on the ground, then looked at Lin Qiu, who stood with his hands behind his back, looking as calm and composed as ever. Her small mouth hung open, and for a long time, she could not utter a single word.