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"Sure..."

Ning Rongrong did not struggle either, letting Xiao Wu grab her wrist as she followed behind with a smile.

The two of them walked faster and faster, quickly leaving Zhao Linchuan and Zhu Zhuqing far behind.

One seemed to be genuinely asking, while the other seemed to be genuinely agreeing. Their voices drifted over from ahead, broken up by the night wind.

"Look, doesn't the glow on the ninth level seem a little brighter than the first eight?"

"Mm, it is brighter... But Rongrong, can you tell me first why you kissed my brother just now?"

"That was an expression of gratitude. Don't you thank him too?"

How I thank him is my business, and how you thank him is yours, but can you not thank him with your mouth?"

"With what, then? Should I step on him with my feet?"

"You—!"

The two of them walked "happily" toward Shrek Academy, one pressing relentlessly while the other met force with gentleness. Neither yielded, yet neither could do anything to the other.

And so, these two silly girls handed someone over to Zhu Zhuqing.

Watching Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong gradually vanish into the night, the smile on Zhu Zhuqing's lips slowly faded, replaced by a gentle softness.

"Brother Zhao." Zhu Zhuqing reached out and took Zhao Linchuan's arm of her own accord. "Let's go back..."

After quite some time, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong returned noisily to the outskirts of Shrek Academy.

Their voices drifted back and forth in the night wind.

As for who won between them... there was no need to think about it. Xiao Wu had definitely been thoroughly talked around by Ning Rongrong.

"...Really, Rongrong? You're actually the future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Xiao Wu unconsciously slowed her steps, tilting her head to look at Ning Rongrong as though she were looking at an acquaintance who had suddenly become unfamiliar.

"Then if my brother married you, wouldn't he immediately become the son-in-law of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"Two Title Douluo as his bodyguards?"

"Wouldn't that make him like an emperor?"

"Of course." Ning Rongrong said this with complete confidence, a restrained yet proud smile hanging on her lips.

"The future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will definitely be me, and can only be me."

"I'm the only one who cultivated the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. If I don't inherit it, who will?"

"As for those older and younger brothers of mine, heh, even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare compete with me."

She turned sideways to look at Xiao Wu, her tone carrying a hint of patient persuasion.

"If your brother marries me, not only will he have two Title Douluo to protect him, he'll also have endless top-tier resources for cultivation."

"Think about it. Your brother is not even thirteen yet, and he's already a Soul King."

"If he had all those inexhaustible resources, what Soul Master rank would he reach in a few more years?"

"A Soul Emperor? A Soul Sage? Or perhaps a Soul Douluo?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, but her tone became heavier and heavier. Every word was like a carefully polished pearl, rolling one by one into Xiao Wu's ears.

"Anyway, if you truly want what's best for your brother, you can't keep too tight a hold on him."

"You have to know that a powerful Soul Master must have multiple wives and concubines to bear descendants and pass down his Martial Soul."

"Look at those Title Douluo. Which one doesn't have three wives and four concubines?"

"Which one isn't surrounded by children?"

"You wouldn't want your brother to be so powerful, only to end up with one or two descendants, would you?"

She deliberately paused, looking at Xiao Wu meaningfully. The corners of her lips dipped slightly, and her tone carried a subtle implication.

"What if his line declined someday... right?"

"What you said seems to make sense..."

Xiao Wu nodded thoughtfully, her brows faintly furrowed as though she were trying hard to digest the deeper meaning in Ning Rongrong's words.

Her lips moved a few times, and she was just about to say something—

"Ladies."

A voice came from ahead, carrying a trace of deliberate gentleness.

Tang San strode over quickly, like an acquaintance who had happened to run into fellow students while passing by.

But his footsteps gave him away. He was walking too fast, far too fast for a chance encounter. It was more like he had been waiting here all along and had already grown impatient.

"It's so late. You're only just getting back?"

"Do you need something?"

Ning Rongrong tugged Xiao Wu's hand, lightly pressing her fingertips into Xiao Wu's palm.

The gesture was very subtle. Xiao Wu felt it but did not show it, merely tightening her fingers without a word.

Ning Rongrong was certain that this person had deliberately been waiting for them.

This time, this place, this contrived encounter.

She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen all sorts of people harboring ulterior motives. She had at least this much discernment.

"There is a small matter." Tang San shamelessly spoke up. "I'd like to pay for one of those metal items you used this morning. Would that be possible?"

"Not for sale." Ning Rongrong rejected him outright.

"Then can you lend it to me for one night? Just one night?"

Tang San refused to give up and took a step closer. His voice became more urgent, and the smile on his face was beginning to falter.

"Not lending it."

Ning Rongrong said coldly, then directly took Xiao Wu's hand, turned around, and headed toward the newly built dormitories behind Shrek Academy.

She walked extremely quickly, giving Tang San no chance to continue pestering them.

"Hey! You two!"

Tang San raised a hand and called after them, his arm lifting in the night wind. But Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu acted as though they had not heard him and instead walked even faster.

"Damn it!"

Tang San punched his thigh, his fist landing on the outside of his leg with a dull thud.

His brows twitched as his gaze fell on the direction where Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu had disappeared. He muttered to himself:

"Looks like I'll have to think of another way..."

Another way?

What "way" did the supposedly pure and noble Tang God King have in mind?

Very simple: steal!

When he was twenty-nine in his previous life, he had been forced into jumping off a cliff. Before that, he had spent twenty years restoring those hidden weapons.

In other words, he had already stolen the Mysterious Heaven Skill and other secret manuals when he was nine years old, perhaps even earlier.

And now, he chose to steal again.

To him, it was nothing more than path dependence. He was thoroughly familiar with it.

Like someone accustomed to stealing, whenever they encountered something they wanted, the first thought that came to mind was never "buy," never "trade," never "ask," but "steal"!

Stealing was the fastest. Stealing cost no money. Stealing meant he did not have to humble himself and beg others. Stealing was what he did best...

About fifteen minutes later.

Zhao Linchuan and the other three stood beside a three-story building behind Shrek Academy, complete with its own courtyard and covering roughly two thousand square meters,

They raised their heads and looked at this "small building," which had taken only two nights and one day from "project approval" to "final inspection."