Tang Yuehua Actually Wanted to Take the Initiative

Ronan had yet to attach a single Spirit Ring to the Dark Demon Dragon.

He did not know what would happen if, one day in the future, he began cultivating his second martial soul and the Dark Demon Dragon absorbed Spirit Rings as well.

When these two utterly opposing attributes collided within his body, what exactly would happen?

With a flick of his finger, Ronan accurately sent the nearly burned-out cigarette butt into a puddle several meters away, producing a faint hiss.

"We'll deal with the future when it comes. There's always a way when the cart reaches the mountain."

"The most important thing now is my eighth Spirit Ring."

For Ronan, who possessed a top-tier martial soul like the Golden Sacred Dragon, ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could no longer satisfy his appetite.

He wanted a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Only a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, along with the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that inevitably came with it, could bring about a true qualitative change in his strength.

With Ronan's current strength, hunting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast alone was nothing more than a fool's dream.

"However, things are different now."

Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, was a Title Douluo over level ninety, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, the strongest weapon martial soul in the world.

In terms of individual attack power and explosive force, there were only a handful of people on the surface of Douluo Continent who could surpass Tang Xiao.

Though Tang Xiao was crushed beneath the responsibilities of his sect and family, to the point that he even seemed somewhat indecisive,

he was still trustworthy when it came to his reputation and promises.

That was also the so-called bottom line of those famous righteous sects.

As long as Ronan put on a convincing enough show here in Heaven Dou City during this period and protected Tang Yuehua thoroughly,

then once Tang Xiao finished dealing with the closure of the sect and the resettlement of the clan disciples, he would have to fulfill his promise and help Ronan obtain his eighth Spirit Ring.

With the two of them working together, as long as they planned carefully, killing a lone Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would definitely not be a problem!

Afterward, Ronan returned to the bedroom.

Tang Yuehua remained in the same position she had been in when he left, curled beneath the brocade quilt and sleeping deeply.

The exhaustion on her face was plain to see.

For a woman who had been pampered since childhood and possessed only level-nine Soul Power, the events of tonight had undoubtedly been a devastating ordeal like a raging storm.

Ronan did not remove his clothes. He simply lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down on the outer side of the bed.

He closed his eyes and swept the entire courtyard with his spiritual power. Only after confirming that there were no lurking dangers nearby did he slow his breathing and enter a light sleep.

For someone who had spent years walking the line between life and death, even within the safest fortress, he would never allow himself to completely lower his guard.

The next morning, Ronan opened his eyes right on time.

He turned his head slightly, only to find that the spot beside him was already empty.

"Up pretty early."

Ronan muttered to himself as he sat up and casually stretched his limbs.

The powerful physique of a level-seventy-nine Soul Saint left him still brimming with energy even after last night's three-hour battle.

Just then, faint footsteps came from outside the door.

"Creak—"

The door was gently pushed open, and Tang Yuehua entered carrying an exquisite redwood tray.

Several plates of beautifully arranged pastries sat atop the tray, along with a pot of steaming clear tea.

Today, Tang Yuehua had changed into a moon-white palace dress. Her long hair was pinned high with a jade hairpin, restoring the noble, elegant, untouchable air she possessed as the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion.

However, upon closer inspection, one could still see an unmistakable trace of pallor on her stunning face.

Even more obvious was her gait.

Though she did her best to maintain a dignified and graceful posture, her brows faintly knit with every step she took.

Her legs moved somewhat stiffly, and she even staggered slightly.

Clearly, last night's vastly uneven contest had left her with significant aftereffects.

Last night, Tang Yuehua had actually wanted to take the initiative.

Unfortunately, she lacked the strength...

When she saw that Ronan was already awake and sitting at the bedside watching her, Tang Yuehua's gaze shifted away slightly.

A blush flashed across her cheeks, but she quickly concealed it beneath a cool expression.

"You're awake."

Tang Yuehua's voice remained crisp and pleasant.

She walked to the table and set down the tray. "Have something to eat."

Ronan rose without the slightest ceremony, strode to the table, and sat down.

He glanced at the pastries on the tray. There were osmanthus cakes, mung bean pastries, and several other delicate-looking pastries he could not name. Their fragrance filled the air.

He did not use chopsticks. Instead, he grabbed an osmanthus cake with his hand and tossed it into his mouth, swallowing it in just a few bites.

Then he picked up the teapot, ignored the cups entirely, and took a large gulp straight from the spout.

"Not bad," Ronan commented indistinctly, then reached for another mung bean pastry.

Watching Ronan eat so crudely, like a starving ghost reborn, without the slightest trace of noble etiquette,

Tang Yuehua could not help rolling her eyes.

This brat was far too impolite!

Although she had indeed specially instructed the kitchen to prepare these pastries for him, considering that they were now husband and wife in name,

seeing him act as though it were only natural, even as if he were the master here, still made Tang Yuehua complain inwardly.

"Eat slower. No one's going to steal it from you."

Tang Yuehua spoke irritably, then sat down in the chair across from Ronan.

But the instant she sat, she sucked in a breath of cold air, her brows drawing tightly together. She had clearly pulled at a painful spot.

There was no helping it. Ronan liked taking her from behind.

Both the front entrance and the back entrance bore Ronan's traces.

Ronan glanced at her, the corner of his mouth twitching, but he did not expose her.

While stuffing pastries into his mouth, he seemingly casually asked, "There should have been quite a few people going to Moonlight Pavilion lately to give you trouble, right?"

At Ronan's words, Tang Yuehua fell silent for a moment. In the end, she nodded and sighed.

"You guessed right. Some people have indeed started stirring up trouble, openly and secretly, at Moonlight Pavilion."

Ronan swallowed the food in his mouth and lightly tapped his fingers against the table, signaling for her to continue.

Tang Yuehua gave a bitter smile. "Moonlight Pavilion has only just begun. While it has gained some renown among the upper nobility of Heaven Dou City, its foundation is still shallow."

"Before, those people treated me with great courtesy, even going out of their way to curry favor with me, because they knew I was the daughter of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Although I fell out with the sect over certain differences in ideals and came out on my own to establish Moonlight Pavilion, outsiders do not know about that."

"In their eyes, I am still the Clear Sky Sect's representative, the daughter of the world's number one sect. Therefore, no one dared act recklessly at Moonlight Pavilion."