Ning Rongrong: Since We're Chasing Thrills, Let's Take It All the Way

Black World, Douluo Continent.

Within the vast territory of the Spirit Empire, forests could be found almost everywhere.

In the empire's northwestern border region, connected to the Star Dou Great Forest, a towering tree hundreds of zhang tall rose from the ground. From afar, it resembled a gigantic blue umbrella spread open, firmly shrouding the grand, majestic, resplendent palace beneath it.

Specks of sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of leafy shadows, falling precisely upon a tall young man in white on the palace's top-floor terrace.

The young man stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, his blue-white long hair drifting lightly in the wind. His gaze was profound, his sword-like brows dark as ink, and his body straight and upright. He seemed like a refined gentleman who had stepped from an ancient book, yet beneath that jade-like warmth lingered an absolute confidence that looked down upon the world, as if all things were under his control.

He truly lived up to the praise: "A gentleman by the road is like jade; no other in this world can compare."

"Oh! A heavenly screen comparison? Comparing me with Tang San? That's rather interesting."

Tang Chuan, the young man in white, stared at the sky for a long while, the curve of his lips gradually taking on a hint of wickedness.

"However, a mere heavenly screen dared to meddle with my life experiences without permission. That displeases me greatly."

As soon as he spoke, a single thought flashed through Tang Chuan's mind.

The Blue Silver Grass across half of Douluo Continent instantly began to boil.

They frantically absorbed the soul power in the air, channeling that colorful energy toward the towering tree at a visible speed. Within only a few breaths, an immensely concentrated soul power pressure had gathered. At the same time, the towering tree seemed to come alive, its luxuriant branches and leaves becoming even more vibrant and radiant.

Such a heaven-shaking sight naturally drew the attention of many Titled Douluo from the Spirit Empire and neighboring powers. Countless black shadows shot into the skies above the empire with lightning speed, staring in stunned disbelief at the World Tree transformed from Blue Silver Grass.

They could clearly sense that even the tiniest trace of soul power fluctuations leaking from within the World Tree was enough to make a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse tremble all over and feel an intense sense of threat.

"So this is the true strength of the Spirit Empire's stabilizing pillar, His Excellency Death God Douluo, the Spirit Hall's Grand Elder of Judgment! He either does not act, or acts with shocking force. No wonder even Heaven Dou and Star Luo, those massive empires that ruled Douluo Continent for several eras, were forcefully suppressed by him with overwhelming might."

"I heard His Excellency Death God Douluo is only in his twenties now..."

"The waves behind drive on those before; the earlier waves die upon the shore. This is the young people's world now."

The many Titled Douluo present shook their heads and sighed, while casting reverent gazes toward the center of the heavenly phenomenon.

Just as they thought this Elder of Judgment intended to strike at the heavenly screen, they soon discovered that the boiling aura was gradually calming down, leaving them utterly confused.

So it turned out.

Just as Tang Chuan wore an indifferent expression and prepared to destroy the heavenly screen outright, bringing this book to its end—

A faintly fragrant breeze silently swept across his back. Tang Chuan had just begun to turn around when warmth suddenly enveloped his waist, and a soft, fragrant, voluptuous body pressed against him.

"Brother Chuan, what were you doing just now? I thought there was an earthquake."

The girl shook her somewhat messy chestnut-colored hair. Her soft, syrupy voice carried a trace of drowsiness and exhaustion; she had clearly been awakened by the commotion caused by the World Tree.

Tang Chuan withdrew his aura and casually placed her slender, fair, ever-restless little hands back around his waist. "Nothing. Just some insignificant little thing appearing in the sky."

Only then did the girl finally notice the massive light screen in the sky. After a moment of surprise, she immediately turned around and excitedly shouted inside, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, hurry out! There's something weird outside."

"Mm?"

Xiao Wu poked her little head out from the bathroom. Her smooth black hair fell lightly along her lustrous, snowy shoulders, and a hint of confusion flashed through her alluring eyes. Hearing her best friend's voice, she instinctively walked over.

At twenty, Xiao Wu had long shed the immaturity of her younger days. She wore a moon-white nightgown, its hem swaying as she moved with delicate steps and outlining breathtaking curves. Her astonishing waist-to-hip ratio was no less slender and graceful than the girl's, while also concealing the lush, mature charm of a grown woman.

When Xiao Wu reached the floor-to-ceiling window, she quickly noticed the state her best friend was in. Her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks gradually heated up.

"Rongrong, y-you're wearing my clothes..."

Ning Rongrong froze at her words, only then noticing that the clothes were somewhat loose. She immediately waved her little hand dismissively. "It's fine. Since we said yesterday that we were going to chase thrills, we should take it all the way. My clothes are in the room, so you can wear mine first."

"Ah!" A troubled look crossed Xiao Wu's face as she stammered, "But, Rongrong, your clothes are a little tight."

Ning Rongrong: "???"

She turned and swept her gaze over Xiao Wu from head to toe, feeling somewhat baffled. She and Xiao Wu were together every day, whether eating or sleeping. When they were fourteen or fifteen, their figures had clearly been about the same. Yet five years later, how had the gap become so huge?

Did this brat secretly go take extra lessons behind my back?

"By the way, Rongrong, what are those things in the sky?" Xiao Wu pointed at the sky, promptly interrupting Ning Rongrong's thoughts. Ning Rongrong shook her head. "I don't know either, but they seem pretty interesting. Don't you want to see the comparison between Brother Chuan and that Tang San from the Clear Sky Sect?"

Xiao Wu stared at the screen and pondered for a moment before quickly spotting the key issue. She began analyzing it calmly.

"Rongrong, I don't think the Tang San from the Clear Sky Sect you mentioned is the same person as this Tang San from the White World. Look at his parents' names—they're exactly the same as Brother Chuan's parents' names. This Tang San from the White World should be the Tang San from another world that Brother Chuan mentioned before."

Tang Chuan raised his brows. As expected of Xiao Wu—after entering sage mode, her mind was much clearer.

"So that's how it is." With that reminder, Ning Rongrong came to a sudden realization. She then curiously asked Tang Chuan, "Brother Chuan, you really didn't make this heavenly screen?"

Tang Chuan shook his head and replied irritably.

"Is that what I am in your hearts? Someone who casually exposes other people's embarrassing pasts?"

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu thought of Tang Chuan's usual personality of hurting others for his own benefit. Then they nodded seriously and answered in unison, "Yes."

Tang Chuan nearly laughed in anger.

Fine. Fine.

You two are just asking for extra lessons. You'd better be as cocky tonight as you are now.

Thus, Tang Chuan circulated his soul power again and raised his hand, preparing to smash the heavenly screen with one slap. He liked watching other people's embarrassing pasts, but he did not like watching his own.

Just think about the things he had done before.

He had forcibly dragged the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor into becoming sworn siblings with him.

He had taken Xiao Wu to eat spicy rabbit heads.

He had played tragic romance novels in Qian Renxue's room, cutting them off every single time just as the female lead finished suffering physically and emotionally and was about to turn things around...

Good grief.

Smash it.

He had to smash the heavenly screen.