"Qin-Rong Combo," Tang San Depressed

Xiao Wu stood in the ranks, watching the well-matched pair of Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong, the little jar of jealousy in her heart long since overturned.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her flesh.

Fu Qin naturally witnessed this scene.

He also noted that on Xiao Wu's status panel, her level of disgust toward Ning Rongrong had risen to 40 points.

Yet, her favorability toward him remained stalled at 498 points, a complex tangle of emotions etched across her face.

How she longed to rush forward, pull Fu Qin to her side, and loudly declare that he belonged to her.

But she knew she could not do so; Tang San was watching from the side, and she could not expose the relationship between herself and Fu Qin.

She could only watch helplessly as Fu Qin was gentle and attentive to Ning Rongrong, feeling a sour, bitter ache in her heart that she could do nothing to soothe.

Zhu Zhuqing watched all of this with cold eyes, her gaze shifting back and forth between Fu Qin, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu.

She could sense Xiao Wu's possessiveness over Fu Qin and could also see Ning Rongrong's adoration for him; this man was like a magnet, attracting every woman around him.

Dai Mubai patted Tang San on the shoulder and whispered a word of comfort.

"Brother, don't worry. Ning Rongrong is just a little witch; Fu Qin might not necessarily be able to handle her."

"Besides, matters of the heart cannot be forced. It's not like Oscar has no chance."

Though he said this, he secretly felt that Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong were actually quite a good match—one was powerful and gentle, the other a... headstrong, temperamental girl, but she was, after all, the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Flender checked the time and urged them on.

"Alright, stop standing around! We're heading to the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena now. Once we arrive, go register yourselves and gather at the entrance of the arena in half an hour!"

"Yes, Dean!" the group responded in unison.

Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong walked side by side at the back of the group, with Ning Rongrong chattering away incessantly along the way.

"Brother Fu Qin, what should we name our duo? How about the 'Qin-Rong Duo'? Doesn't that sound lovely?"

Fu Qin smiled and nodded.

"Alright, let's call it the Qin-Rong Duo. Once we reach the arena, you'll be responsible for supporting me while I take the lead. Don't worry, I'll protect you well."

[Fate Origin and Dissipation Max+ activated, Ning Rongrong's favorability toward Fu Qin breaks through 140 points]

[Ning Rongrong's thoughts: Brother Fu Qin is so gentle! And he'll protect me! With him here, I'm not afraid even if we meet a strong opponent! No, I have to hurry and whisk him away to the sect!]

Ning Rongrong happily hooked her arm through Fu Qin's, her cheek pressed tightly against his shoulder, completely indifferent to the gazes of those around them.

Watching this, Tang San felt even more anxious, his pace involuntarily quickening.

He knew that if things continued like this, they would only get worse.

Yet he could think of no solution, and could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Fu Qin would not truly snatch Ning Rongrong away.

Xiao Wu trailed at the very back of the group, looking at the intimate backs of Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong, the jar of jealousy in her heart shattered into rubble.

She swore to herself in silence.

Brother Fu Qin is mine, and he can only be mine; no one is allowed to take him away!

Fu Qin could clearly feel the resentful gaze of Xiao Wu behind him, and could also perceive the anxious emotions of Tang San, a faint, imperceptible smile curling the corners of his lips.

On the way to Suotuo City, Fu Qin could clearly feel the gazes fixed upon his back.

The resentment in Oscar's eyes and the envy of Ma Hongjun made his back crawl.

Oscar had taken the fall for Ning Rongrong that afternoon, and now, seeing him inseparable from her, his eyes were filled with the frustration of having "labored for another's gain."

Ma Hongjun was far more blunt; his gaze was glued to Ning Rongrong's delicate profile and their joined hands, his jealousy nearly overflowing.

Dai Mubai was more open-minded, his gaze toward Fu Qin filled only with admiration; after all, not everyone possessed the skill to make the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect so docile.

Fu Qin chuckled inwardly; with the blessing of Fate Origin and Dissipation Max+, winning over Ning Rongrong was a natural progression.

As for Oscar's grievances, the Intelligence-Reducing Halo quietly diluted them, leaving him only daring to grumble in his heart, never daring to confront him openly.

The Suotuo City Great Soul Arena was bustling with noise, waves of heat mixed with the scent of sweat and soul power rushing toward them.

Fu Qin held Ning Rongrong's hand as they walked to the front desk, the delicacy and slight dampness of the girl's palm felt through his fingertips.

"Hello, we would like to register a duo." Fu Qin's tone was gentle, his gaze resting on Ning Rongrong's flushed cheeks.

"The team name is the 'Qin-Rong Duo'."

The front desk staff registered them with lightning speed, then looked up and smiled.

"Alright, the 'Qin-Rong Combo', is it?

Please wait a moment, the token needs to be engraved."

Before long.

"Qin... Qin-Rong Combo?" Ning Rongrong looked up abruptly, her cheeks turning beet red.

She snuck a glance at Fu Qin, and seeing the smile in his eyes, her heart rate suddenly accelerated, a little deer crashing wildly within her chest.

Fate Origin and Dissipation Max+ activated. Ning Rongrong concludes that "the team name was chosen by Fu Qin on purpose, implying a desire for intimacy."

Ning Rongrong's thoughts: Brother Fu Qin did that on purpose, right? Qin-Rong Combo... Intimate Rongrong? Does he like me too? How embarrassing!

When Fu Qin saw the four characters for "Qin-Rong Combo," he was stunned.

However, upon seeing the favorability on Ning Rongrong's status panel skyrocket by 15 points, breaking through to 147, the surprise in his heart was instantly suppressed.

He took the token, his fingertips brushing over the characters "Qin-Rong Combo," and leaned in close to Ning Rongrong's ear, lowering his voice.

"This name is actually quite good." As his warm breath brushed against her earlobe, Ning Rongrong's face turned even redder. She nodded obediently, lacking even the strength to refute him.

Not far away, Tang San and Xiao Wu were also registering their team.

"We'll still go with 'San-Wu Combo,' right, Xiao Wu?"

Tang San's eyes held anticipation; he had specifically confirmed it again, fearing a slip-up like the one in his past life.

Xiao Wu nodded absentmindedly, though her gaze remained fixed on the direction of Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong, the resentment in her eyes nearly overflowing.

Xiao Wu's thoughts: Qin-Rong Combo? Brother Fu Qin actually used a name like that with Ning Rongrong! That's too much. What exactly are they trying to do?

Soon.

Fu Qin noticed that her level of disgust toward Ning Rongrong had surged once again.

"Thousand-Hand Asura Tang San, Soft-Bone Charm Rabbit Xiao Wu, San-Wu Combo, registration complete."

The receptionist's voice rang out. Tang San took the token with satisfaction and turned to look at Xiao Wu, only to find she wasn't looking at him at all, leaving him feeling inevitably dejected.

Zhu Zhuqing registered for solo soul fighting alone, her title remaining "Hell Spirit Cat."

Ma Hongjun sidled up to Oscar and said sourly.

"Look at Fu Qin. Being handsome is just great; he can make a young lady like Ning Rongrong stick to him like that, even with such an ambiguous team name."

Oscar sighed, his heart full of grievances, yet unable to say anything, he could only respond with a sullen grunt.

When Fu Qin registered his own title, he pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Thousand Mechanisms and Hundred Refinements'."

The Materialization of his Alchemy Gloves martial soul and his ability to control objects were already strikingly similar to the Thousand Mechanisms and Hundred Refinements from the Eight Miraculous Skills in the Under One Person world; this title could not be more fitting.