Ning Rongrong's Jailbreak Plan, Suppressed by a Sweeping Grandpa's Broom?

Battle Through the Heavens Plane, Great Gan Dynasty, deep within the inner palace.

The night was like water, with a silver moon hanging high.

Compared to the clamor of the day, the Dagan Imperial Palace appeared exceptionally tranquil at night, save for the occasional sound of the watchman's drum in the distance and the chirping of exotic spirit insects in the Imperial Garden.

Inside a side hall known as the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

Ning Rongrong lay prone on a soft silk couch, dressed in a thin pink gauze dress—a pet outfit specifically bestowed upon her by the Empress.

Her neck was still adorned with that golden collar, a symbol of her humiliation.

"Hoo—"

Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes. The spirit and intelligence in those large eyes were no longer replaced by the submissiveness and fawning of the daytime; instead, they flickered with a hint of cunning.

That old hag went to the state banquet tonight; I heard she won't be back until very late.

The two guards at the door drank some wine earlier and are dozing off now.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Ning Rongrong quietly climbed off the couch and stretched her limbs.

Ever since she took that Pet Healing Pill, not only had her Soul Power recovered, but she had also experienced a stroke of luck, with her cultivation skyrocketing to level forty-five in just a few short days!

Such a speed of cultivation would be considered a miracle back on the Douluo Continent.

But here, she knew very well that she was still just a slightly stronger pet.

But I refuse to accept this!

Ning Rongrong clenched her small pink fists, a flash of stubbornness in her eyes. I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! I am not a pet!

Even though the pills here are fragrant and the spiritual energy is dense, I, Ning Rongrong, will never bow for five pecks of rice!

I must escape! Or find some place to hide and cultivate. Once I become a Titled Douluo, I will return to take my revenge!

Having made up her mind, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and began to circulate the Soul Power within her.

"Seven Treasures have a name, the first: Speed!"

"Seven Treasures have a name, the second: Power!"

She did not summon her Martial Soul Avatar for fear that the bright light would attract attention; instead, she suppressed her Soul Power into her palms, applying the two buffs to herself.

Although she lacked the assistance of the Aromatic Silk Beauty and her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had been reduced to an ordinary item, the boost from being level forty-five still made her feel as light as a swallow.

"Go!"

Like a nimble cat, Ning Rongrong pushed open the window without a sound and vaulted into the grass of the Imperial Garden.

Inside the Imperial Garden.

Ning Rongrong carefully wove her way through the flowers and trees.

She utilized the stealth techniques she had learned at Shrek Academy, even employing some of the methods Tang San had taught her to mask her presence.

Hmph, so much for the Dagan Imperial Palace; the guards are nothing special.

Ning Rongrong felt a secret joy in her heart.

She had snuck along for several hundred meters without triggering any alarms, not even encountering a single patrolling guard.

As long as I climb over that palace wall ahead, I'll be in the outer city!

Ning Rongrong gazed at the red wall, which stood about ten meters high, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes.

However, just as she prepared to sprint forward.

"Buzz—"

A red flower growing by the side of the path, which looked delicate and dripping with dew, suddenly turned its flower head to face Ning Rongrong.

Immediately following, a golden bee, only the size of a palm, flew lazily out from the stamen.

A Tier 1 magical beast: a Diamond Poison Bee!

Oh no! It's a patrol spirit beast!

Ning Rongrong was struck with terror. Without a second thought, she raised her hand and unleashed a blast of Soul Power: "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile, Soul Power Shock!"

Although this was an auxiliary-type Martial Soul, a Soul Power shock at the level of a Soul Ancestor was enough to stun an ordinary wild beast.

However.

Clang!

The blast of Soul Power struck the Diamond Poison Bee, producing a crisp sound like metal colliding!

The little bee didn't even sway; instead, it was enraged!

"BUZZ!!!"

The compound eyes of the Diamond Poison Bee flashed with red light, and the poisonous stinger at its tail instantly shot out, transforming into a bolt of golden lightning that struck directly at the center of Ning Rongrong's brow!

"So fast!"

Ning Rongrong's pupils constricted; this speed was actually a fraction faster than even Zhu Zhuqing's!

"Heart Separation Control, Three-Aperture Heart Control!"

At this critical juncture, Ning Rongrong unleashed the ultimate technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

She forced her body to twist, narrowly avoiding a lethal blow, but the sharp, venomous stinger still grazed her shoulder.

Rip!

Her clothes tore, and a black bloodstain instantly appeared on her fair shoulder!

"It's poisonous!"

Ning Rongrong felt half her body go numb in an instant, her heart filled with terror.

Just a single bee!

How could it be this strong?

"Damn it! I'll fight you!"

Ning Rongrong no longer cared about hiding her position. She whipped out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow she had bought from Tang San and fired a chaotic barrage at the bee!

Click-clack-click, swish-swish-swish!

Sixteen refined iron bolts tore through the air!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere. The Diamond Poison Bee was struck by the bolts, but it merely tumbled a few times; not even a white mark was left on its shell!

Invincible physical defense?!

Ning Rongrong fell into total despair.

What kind of hellish place is this?

Does even a bee come equipped with plate armor?!

Just as the bee steadied itself, preparing to launch a second attack and send this little princess to the afterlife:

Swish, swish, swish—

A rhythmic sweeping sound suddenly drifted over from the nearby shaded path.

"Shoo, shoo, go play somewhere else."

An aged voice rang out, followed by an ordinary-looking bamboo broom that drifted over and flicked casually through the air.

Smack!

The next moment, the Diamond Poison Bee—which had left Ning Rongrong helpless and possessed defense comparable to a Soul Ancestor—was swatted directly into the dirt like a common fly!

The kind that couldn't even be pried out!

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded.

She turned her head stiffly to look at the owner of the broom.

It was an old man wearing coarse linen clothes, hunched over, his face covered in wrinkles.

He held the broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, looking exactly like the most inconspicuous servant in the Dagan Imperial Palace.

"Little girl, not sleeping in the middle of the night, out here playing with bugs?"

The sweeping old man looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile, his gaze as kind as if he were looking at his own mischievous granddaughter.

But in Ning Rongrong's eyes, this old man was ten thousand times more terrifying than a Title Douluo!

Swatting a magical beast with defense comparable to a Soul Elder to death with one broom?

Who is this old man?!

"I—I—"

Ning Rongrong retreated several steps in fright, her back hitting the palace wall, and shouted with a fierce expression that barely masked her fear: "Don't come any closer!"

"I was sent here by the Sect Master! I am the Empress's pet!"

"If you dare touch me, the Empress won't let you off!"

"Heh, of course this old man knows you are the Empress's pet."

The sweeping old man shook his head and sighed: "Young people these days, just can't keep their cool."

"This is the Dagan Imperial Palace, covered in defensive arrays."

"You, a mere servant girl, can't even break the restrictions on this corner of the wall, yet you want to climb over?"

As he spoke, the sweeping old man pointed at the red wall behind Ning Rongrong: "Go ahead, touch it."

Ning Rongrong reached out instinctively to touch it.

Zzzzt!

A terrifying jolt of electricity instantly repelled her hand!

"This..."

Ning Rongrong's face turned ashen.

So, the lax security she had perceived earlier was simply because they didn't need any guards at all!

This wall itself was an insurmountable chasm!

"Alright, go back now."

The old janitor waved his hand and resumed sweeping. "It's very dangerous outside; even a stray dog has half-step strength."

"Someone as delicate as you would just be a snack for the magical beasts if you went out."

"Stay in the palace obediently. You have food, drink, and can even cultivate. Isn't that wonderful?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, tears swirling in her eyes.

She was unwilling to accept this!

She had made it all the way here; was she really going to slink back in defeat?

"I'm not going back!!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly erupted. She whipped out her final trump card from her bosom—the Silent Sleeve Arrow—and fired it at the old janitor!

If she could just injure him or force him back, there might still be a chance!

Swish!

The sleeve arrow turned into a cold glint, streaking straight toward the old man's face!

However, the old janitor didn't even lift his head; he simply tapped his broom lightly against the ground.

BOOM!!!

An invisible, terrifying wave of air instantly erupted with him at the center!

The sleeve arrow, still three meters away from the old man, slammed into an invisible wall of air and was instantly pulverized into dust!

Following that, the shockwave, its momentum undiminished, slammed directly into Ning Rongrong!

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong let out a cry of alarm as she was sent flying over ten meters by the blast, landing back in the grass like a ragdoll.

"Children these days have such fiery tempers."

The old janitor shook his head, his aura instantly retracting until he was once again just an ordinary servant. "Looks like you're hungry."

As he spoke, the old man pulled a bright red fruit from his robes and tossed it casually to Ning Rongrong. "Take this and eat it. It's a Vermilion Fruit; it will calm your mind and focus your spirit."

"Finish it and hurry back to sleep. Otherwise, when the Empress returns, you won't be getting fruit—you'll be getting the whip."

Ning Rongrong lay on the grass, catching the fruit.

She watched that slowly receding, slightly hunched back.

With every step the figure took, the fallen leaves on the ground parted automatically, as if even the wind were avoiding him.

So strong...

A janitor who is actually a powerhouse on the level of a Soul King, or perhaps even a Soul Emperor.

And he just tossed me a spirit fruit like it was nothing...

Ning Rongrong stared at the Vermilion Fruit in her hand.

Its rich fragrance was more enticing than anything she had ever eaten before.

The Soul Power within her body began to crave it uncontrollably once more.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Ning Rongrong finally broke down.

She sobbed while taking a fierce bite of the Vermilion Fruit.

It was so sweet, so fragrant, and so full of energy.

"I can't escape."

"In this world, even the janitors are hidden big shots."

"I might as well just be a pet..."

At this moment, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess's dream of breaking out of prison was shattered into pieces.

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

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"Pfft!"

Ning Fengzhi had just woken up, and upon seeing the scene of his daughter being suppressed by a janitor's broom and then coaxed back with a piece of fruit, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Heart Separation Control is useless."

"The Godly Zhuge Crossbow is just tickling him."

"The Silent Sleeve Arrow was shattered, too."

"The sect's ultimate techniques and hidden weapons we take such pride in can't even break the defense of a man who sweeps the floors—"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared at the old man sweeping the floor, his eyes filled with gravity. "That old man's control over power has reached the realm of returning to simplicity."

"Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong isn't coming back."

"In that world, even if she managed to escape, she truly wouldn't survive."

"Perhaps being a pet really is her best destination."

Chen Xin's words pierced through Ning Fengzhi's heart like a sharp blade.

Once the apple of his eye, now a canary in a cage.

And the most pathetic part was that the grain inside that cage truly tasted far better than anything in the outside world.

Meanwhile, in the Battle Through the Heavens Plane.

Great Gan Dynasty, Empress's bedchamber.

"Crack!"

A crisp, vicious whip-crack echoed through the resplendent bedchamber.

"Ah!!"

Ning Rongrong let out a shrill, miserable scream, curling up on the cold floor. The thin pink gauze dress on her back had been shredded, and a bloodstain deep enough to reveal bone stretched across her once-fair skin, the flesh turned outward in a shocking display.

Standing before her was the Empress, who had just returned from the state banquet, her face twisted in fury.

She gripped a Thunder Snake Whip that radiated purple lightning, her phoenix eyes, usually so graceful, now filled with malice.

"Run? You dare to run?!"

"Crack!"

Another lash struck down ruthlessly!

"This Empress has raised you well, fed you medicinal pills, dressed you in fine silks, and yet you dare to betray me?!"

"You truly are an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

The Empress's chest heaved with rage.

If this otherworldly pet had truly escaped or died out there, how could she answer to the high-ranking lord who had sent her here?

This wasn't just an escape; it was a slap in the face to the Great Gan royal family!

"His Majesty has arrived!!"

At that moment, a eunuch's shrill voice rang out from outside the door.

Dressed in dragon robes, the pot-bellied Emperor of Dagan strode in with a gloomy face.

He glanced at the bloodied, mangled Ning Rongrong on the floor, his eyes devoid of pity, holding only disgust.

"Hmph, so this is that restless thing?"

The Emperor spoke coldly, "Since her heart has gone wild, keeping her is just inviting trouble."

"Although she was sent by the high sect, if she's too disobedient, killing her is no great loss."

"She's just a piece of trash that can glow, anyway. At worst, I'll just compensate the high sect with a few million gold coins."

Hearing the word "kill," Ning Rongrong shuddered violently. Ignoring the agonizing pain in her body, she hurriedly and with great difficulty lifted her head, her eyes filled with pleading. "Don't kill me—"

"I won't do it again, I'll never dare again—"

"I'll be obedient, I'll be a good pet."

She didn't want to die; she still had to go back to see her father, Sword Grandpa, and Bone Grandpa!

She could not die in this foreign harem!

"Too late."

A flicker of brutality crossed the Emperor's eyes as he waved a hand at the guards behind him. "Drag her away and throw her into the Ten Thousand Snake Pit. Afterward, just say she committed suicide."

"Let the snakes there teach her how to be a human in her next life."

The Ten Thousand Snake Pit!

Hearing that name, the Empress and the surrounding palace maids couldn't help but shiver.

It was the place where the palace disposed of discarded concubines and disobedient servants. It housed ten thousand venomous snakes; anyone who entered would be bitten to death alive, leaving not even a scrap of bone behind!

"Yes!"

Two wolf-like guards immediately stepped forward, hoisting Ning Rongrong up like a dead dog.

"No! Father! Sword Grandpa! Save me!!"

Ning Rongrong struggled frantically, her fingernails clawing deep, bloody furrows into the ground.

Douluo Continent, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Stop! You animals!!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched as Ning Rongrong was about to be dragged away. The Seven Kill Sword martial soul in his hand surged out of control, slashing wildly at the air and leaving the pillars of the great hall riddled with gashes.

"Fengzhi! I must go save her!"

"No matter the cost, I will go to that world!!"