Qian Renxue Learns the Truth

"Sword Uncle!"

It wasn't until Bibidong left that Ning Fengzhi gradually regained control of his body.

Sweat poured out like rain, soaking his clothes in an instant.

I let out a long breath and calmed myself down.

This finally stopped the body from trembling instinctively.

Looking around at the shattered wall, he quickly jumped out through the broken hole and found Chen Xin buried under the rubble at the end of the road.

"What happened, Sovereign Ning?" Liu Erlong rushed over upon hearing the sound. At the same time, several teachers from the Blue Tyrant Academy who lived nearby also arrived at the scene. Seeing Chen Xin, they gasped in shock. "An enemy attack?"

"It wasn't an enemy attack..." Ning Fengzhi hesitated, then, after confirming that Chen Xin was unharmed, gestured with a grim expression, "Dean Liu, may I speak to you in private?"

"Everyone, please disperse!" Seeing Ning Fengzhi's troubled expression, Liu Erlong knew that Ning Fengzhi must have something he couldn't explain in public and wanted to say to him, the dean of the Blue Tyrant Academy, in private. So, he waved to disperse the teachers from the Blue Tyrant Academy and followed Ning Fengzhi Ning Fengzhi his temporary dormitory at the Blue Tyrant Academy. He looked at the huge empty space and pondered, "Was it from here that His Sword Douluo flew out?"

The accident scene is crystal clear.

It's almost self-evident.

No explanation is needed.

Ning Fengzhi didn't waste any words. He gave a bitter smile and nodded dejectedly, "Bibidong has come to Heaven Dou City. Moreover, she is a God Trial Taker. Based on her questions, emotions, and reactions, it can be determined that she came for Ye Qingcang, although I don't know why she came for Ye Qingcang..."

"They're after the Little Eagle?" Liu Erlong frowned, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Ning Fengzhi with a hint of suspicion. "Sovereign Ning, if I may be so bold as to ask, what was your answer?"

"How should I answer?" Ning Fengzhi immediately saw what Liu Erlong was worried about. Being suspected was not a pleasant feeling, but concern can cloud judgment, and he could understand Liu Erlong: "I didn't say anything, yet she deduced that Ye Qingcang wasn't at the Blue Tyrant Academy; I know what Dean Liu is worried about, so I would like to ask Dean Liu to calmly consider a question: Leaving aside me and others, just you, do you know Ye Qingcang's whereabouts?"

Liu Erlong was speechless and choked with emotion.

No one knows Ye Qingcang's whereabouts.

Even she, as the mother, didn't know.

There might only be one person in the whole world who knows Ye Qingcang's exact whereabouts, and this person had already given her a clear answer beforehand—the master is going on a long trip that will last about a month. If Blue Tyrant Academy encounters any trouble during this time, they can ask Qian Renxue for help.

That concludes Violet's answer.

If she couldn't get any information out of him, Ning Fengzhi would have even less chance of knowing Ye Qingcang's whereabouts.

The thought that Ning Fengzhi betrayed Ye Qingcang was quickly dispelled.

It was destroyed by Ning Fengzhi.

It's so awkward it's like the mother of all awkwardness—it's embarrassing to the extreme!

"As for compensation, let our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School handle it..." Ning Fengzhi was a very good conversationalist. Noticing that Liu Erlong couldn't keep up with the conversation, he quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Dean Liu should still pay attention. If you can contact Ye Qingcang, it would be best to tell him about this."

"I understand." Liu Erlong sighed. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was a large and powerful family, and so was the Blue Tyrant Academy. They were not short of compensation money for this wall. She understood that Ning Fengzhi did not want to continue discussing this matter. She glanced at the room, which looked as if it had been ravaged by a storm, and gestured, "Sovereign Ning, please come with me and choose another room. In any case, this accident happened in my Blue Tyrant Academy, and it is rightfully Blue Tyrant Academy's responsibility."

"Then I'll have to trouble Dean Liu."

Ning Fengzhi, with a distracted Ning Rongrong, thanked Liu Erlong.

Until they were reassigned to a room.

Chen Xin reappeared only after she had finished tidying up.

He's a titled Douluo, after all; he has some pride.

It's one thing to be sent flying a hundred meters by Bibidong's single glance.

I can't afford to lose face in front of the faculty and staff of the Blue Tyrant Academy.

However, Chen Xin was ultimately a Title Douluo. Not losing face in front of the faculty and staff of the Blue Tyrant Academy was already his last vestige of dignity. Being defeated by Bibidong's single glance was the greatest wound to his dignity. "Bibidong's Soul Power Level is higher than mine. The feeling she gives me is similar to the feeling my father gave me back then. She is at least a Title Douluo of Level 98 or higher. Perhaps, she is the person closest to becoming a god; that little girl from the Qian Clan is in trouble, no, I should say, we are all in trouble..."

"No, Sword Uncle, you're wrong..." Ning Fengzhi's gaze was far-sighted, and he hit the nail on the head. "It should be said that Pope Bibidong is in trouble!"

"How so?"

Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong both expressed their confusion.

Even a Level 98 Title Douluo is a huge problem.

A Level 98 God Trial Taker is an even bigger problem.

Who else could cause a great deal of trouble for a Level 98 God Trial Taker?

"If Bibidong isn't in trouble, why has the discord between the Pope's Hall, the Elder's Hall, and the Worship Hall persisted until now?" Ning Fengzhi glanced meaningfully at the blazing sun in the sky, silently discerning what Bibidong was worried about. "To put it bluntly, Bibidong isn't invincible. There must be someone in the Worship Hall who can restrain her. She and Qian Renxue represent two different directions, and this internal strife within the Spirit Hall will ultimately end with two God Trial Taker God Trial Taker forces to defeat one..."

"So, in other words, it was my father who violated my mother, who was his disciple at the time, and that's how I came to be..." Qian Renxue put down the branding iron in her hand, her purple eyes trembling slightly. Before her lay a bloodied gourd, barely able to speak, tortured to the point where even the healing-type Soul Elder couldn't save him under Qian Renxue's furious hands. At this moment, he was being squeezed for his last bit of value by Qian Renxue: "So, that's why my mother hated me so much, and why my grandfather kept quiet about it, allowing my mother's actions to continue while simultaneously restraining them?"

"Heh... heh..." Having previously boasted about Qian Renxue's erotic dream about Tang San being broadcast live, witnessed by everyone on Poseidon Island and recorded in history books, and had its tongue gouged out by the enraged Qian Renxue, Ji Luo, now transformed into a blood gourd, vomited blood like a dying fish, nodding mechanically. "Heh... heh... heh..."

"Young Master..." Spear Douluo swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and said softly, "He has lost his self-awareness. He answers questions instinctively and can no longer lie to you. You've already asked seven times. Even if you ask seventy more times, the result will be the same..."

"But I can't accept it!" Qian Renxue shouted sharply without turning her head, thrusting the scissors forward. But Ji Luo, already broken, could no longer react and could only watch as Qian Renxue went berserk. "Grandpa once told me that it was that shameless woman who attacked and killed Father, abandoning me for power; how could Grandpa lie to me? I don't believe it!"