Chen Xin's Move?! Lin Qiu Controls Ning Rongrong!

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xin's eyes, and the surrounding air was instantly sliced into jagged fragments.

"How dare they! To lay a hand on my granddaughter!"

Even when facing the Martial Soul Hall, this Sword Douluo, known for possessing the greatest offensive power in the world, had never felt a shred of fear.

"Fengzhi, you need not worry. Since that Holy Son brought Rongrong here as a guest, I suspect there is no immediate threat to her life.

I shall head to the Pope Palace now. Even if Bibi Dong herself is there, I will bring Rongrong back!"

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment and nodded: "Uncle Sword, be careful. If the situation is impossible, do not force a confrontation. Tomorrow is the banquet; when the time comes, I shall demand justice from Bibi Dong in front of all the heroes of the world!"

"I want to see if the Martial Soul Hall truly wishes to make an enemy of the entire world, to the point of bullying a little girl!"

Chen Xin nodded slightly, his figure flickering as he transformed into a streak of light, rushing out the window and heading straight for the Pope Palace.

Deep within the Pope Palace, in a quiet and elegant side hall.

Unlike the golden, extravagant halls outside, the decor here was surprisingly simple and refined.

There were no intricate carvings on the walls, only a few ink-wash landscape paintings with profound artistic conception; the floor was paved with smooth, warm bluestone, and a burner of faint sandalwood incense smoldered in the corner.

There were no mountains of gold and silver vessels, nor throngs of maids waiting to serve.

This was the residence of Lin Qiu.

Ning Rongrong was currently sitting on a hard wooden chair, her hands clutching her skirt, her large eyes darting around restlessly.

From the sheer terror she felt when first captured to the realization that she hadn't suffered any abuse—not even a single hair had been harmed—the heart that had been hanging in her throat gradually settled back into place.

Following this came the curiosity typical of her age, and the revival of her "little witch" personality.

"Hey, you live in a place like this?"

Ning Rongrong looked around and curled her lip, "It's not even as luxurious as my room at home. It seems the Martial Soul Hall isn't as rich as the rumors say."

She looked at the youth sitting cross-legged on the bed, her mind filled with a thousand questions.

This guy clearly looked about the same age as her, so how could he be so powerful?

Those four Soul Ancestor guards from earlier had been hand-picked by her father, yet they had knelt before they could even touch the hem of his clothes.

Besides, he looked... actually quite handsome, much more pleasing to the eye than those greasy, pampered guys in the sect.

Lin Qiu ignored her chatter.

His eyes were slightly closed, his mind already submerged within his body.

In this world, the cultivation of soul power was dull and inefficient, but he practiced the Covering Sky Method, cultivating the Bitter Sea and refining his own inner universe.

"Shut up."

Lin Qiu uttered the two words faintly; his voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Ning Rongrong was choked by the command and was about to lash out, but then she saw the aura around Lin Qiu suddenly change.

Rumble—

A roar like a tsunami erupted abruptly within the room.

Ning Rongrong was startled; she hurriedly covered her ears and looked at Lin Qiu in horror.

She saw golden light beginning to surge around Lin Qiu's body—it was life essence in its purest form.

Behind him, a vast golden ocean appeared out of thin air, with surging waves and flashes of lightning.

Within that golden Bitter Sea, a green lotus swayed gracefully, chaos energy swirling around it, emitting a terrifying aura that seemed to suppress the heavens.

And deep within that Bitter Sea, a ferocious beast loomed, its nine tails like pillars supporting the sky, churning the clouds.

"This... what kind of martial soul is this?!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

Born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was well-informed and knew the top martial souls of the continent by heart.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was known as the number one beast martial soul in the world, and every time it appeared, it was with the force of thunder.

But compared to this giant beast rolling in the golden ocean, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was like a mere loach!

That sense of oppression, originating from the depths of her soul, made her own Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul tremble, as if it had encountered a superior and was instinctively trying to submit.

"Is he... is he human or ghost?"

Ning Rongrong huddled in the corner of the chair, not daring to breathe.

Fortunately, this phenomenon came as quickly as it went.

A moment later, the golden light across the sky retracted into his body, and the room returned to calm.

Lin Qiu slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

This breath of air remained condensed, shooting out like a white arrow for over three meters, leaving a shallow white mark on the bluestone floor.

"Have you seen enough?"

Lin Qiu turned his head, looking at the huddled Ning Rongrong with a faint, mocking smile.

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard, bracing her courage as she said, "So... so what if you've seen enough? You kidnapped me, what exactly do you want?"

"I'm telling you, if you dare do anything to me, my father, Sword Grandpa, and Bone Grandpa will never let you off!"

Although she said this, her trembling voice betrayed her current lack of confidence.

Lin Qiu chuckled softly, offering no reply.

With a flick of his wrist, an ancient-looking jade box appeared in his palm.

He gently opened the lid.

Hum!

In an instant, a rich, thick, and indescribable fragrance flooded the entire room.

Radiant light erupted, casting a thousand streaks of auspicious color.

Inside the jade box lay a palm-sized ganoderma, resting in silence.

Yet, this was no ordinary item.

The ganoderma was crystalline and translucent, as if carved from the finest agate, yet it sprouted nine leaves, each a different color: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white. The nine colors swirled, shimmering with divine brilliance.

This was the precious medicine Lin Qiu had obtained from his sign-in—the Nine Wonders Ganoderma.

In the Shrouding Heavens World, this might only be considered a decent herb, nowhere near the level of an Undying Divine Medicine, serving at best as a snack for a cultivator in the Sea of Bitterness Realm.

But in this Douluo World, the bottom-tier of fantasy settings...

This was a divine object!

It was an existence that transcended so-called "Immortal Herbs"!

Gulp.

A clear sound of someone swallowing saliva broke the silence of the room.

Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at the Nine Wonders Ganoderma, her eyes glazed over.

Her body, her martial soul, and even every single cell in her being were sending a frantic craving to her brain—eat it!

She had to eat it!

This instinctive temptation was a thousand times more intense than what an addict felt upon seeing their fix.

"Want to eat it?"

Lin Qiu held the jade box, waving it in front of Ning Rongrong with a playful smirk on his lips.

Ning Rongrong nodded subconsciously, like a chick pecking at rice, her gaze unable to tear itself away from the ganoderma for even a second.

"I... I want to eat it."

As she spoke, she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, looking utterly pathetic.

As the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what fine treasures had she not seen?

Yet, in front of this ganoderma, she felt that all the rare treasures she had seen before were nothing more than weeds by the roadside.