Douluo: My Innate Soul Power Is Level Nine Thousand!

"Brother Chen Fan, does this feel good?"

Ning Rongrong saw that Chen Fan showed no reaction. Her pretty face flushed like a red apple, and she asked in a very soft voice.

"Do you want the truth or a nice answer?"

Chen Fan slightly opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Of course I want a nice answer."

Ning Rongrong replied.

She knew her technique was terrible. If he told her the truth, she would definitely be scolded badly.

"It's all right, but you're too restrained. Go a little faster."

After giving his assessment, Chen Fan closed his eyes again and continued enjoying himself.

So many days had passed, yet that fellow Tang San still had not come. His patience was almost completely worn away.

The system's task was to find the Blue Silver Emperor and make her sacrifice herself.

But how could he possibly find the Blue Silver Emperor in such a vast world?

Since Tang San was not showing up, he could only find a way to locate the Clear Sky Sect first and threaten them.

By then, Tang Hao would definitely obediently appear.

On one side was the guilty Blue Silver Emperor, and on the other was his own family.

Chen Fan could not imagine what choice the other party would make. In any case, this was the only method available to him at present.

That was why he had sent Bibi Dong a letter a few days ago, asking her to keep an eye on Tang Yuehua. He was about to take action.

Tang Yuehua's Soul Power was not high, so Chen Fan felt that asking her for directions would be easy.

When the other party's mind was shaken, he would use Darkness Invasion and make her obediently lead the way.

Ning Rongrong's clumsy massage finally ended, though the girl remained somewhat nervous.

Fortunately, Chen Fan had not criticized her too harshly and had been quite indulgent toward her.

After stretching lazily, Chen Fan glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who was cultivating. She had gradually begun guiding the Darkness Power into her body. After becoming familiar with it over the past few days, her power had grown increasingly formidable.

It probably would not be long before she underwent the guidance of darkness, causing those painful memories to surface.

If Zhu Zhuqing could withstand it, her Martial Soul would evolve. If she could not, she would die suddenly.

As the person Chen Fan had been nurturing, she would naturally be embraced by him in the identity of the Lord of Darkness when she fell into confusion.

Of course, all he could do was offer guidance. The final choice still had to be made by Zhu Zhuqing herself.

Thinking of her tragic experiences, Chen Fan felt that she had a very good chance of succeeding.

She was not like Ning Rongrong, who had never experienced suffering.

After leaving the room, Chen Fan went to teach Oscar a lesson.

As soon as he stepped outside, Chen Fan was astonished to see someone.

It was Dai Mubai, whose head was covered in golden hair.

The moment he saw Chen Fan, he knelt directly before him.

"Dean Chen, please, I beg you, restore my Martial Soul!"

Chen Fan glanced at Dai Mubai, somewhat surprised.

At that moment, Dai Mubai's face was filled with respect.

His body trembled slightly. To kneel so calmly, he had clearly gone through countless inner struggles.

After thinking about Ning Rongrong's situation, Chen Fan reached out and pulled Dai Mubai to his feet.

"I can, but you have to do something for me."

Chen Fan looked at Dai Mubai as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, delight appeared on Dai Mubai's face. When he looked at Chen Fan, the other party showed no trace of amusement. He was serious!

Joy reached Dai Mubai's brows, and he had already made a guess in his heart.

He had seen Ning Rongrong come to find Chen Fan earlier.

Sorry, Xiao Ao!

Dai Mubai said it in his heart.

Seeing Dai Mubai's firm resolve, Chen Fan nodded.

He explained his conditions. As soon as he finished, Dai Mubai said that he would definitely discipline that younger brother properly.

"If you dare hold back, Oscar will have to endure the pain of Martial Soul Mutation."

Chen Fan looked at Dai Mubai and spoke indifferently.

"I'll beat him until he no longer dares to bother Miss Ning!"

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, determination on his face.

Chen Fan raised one hand and placed it on Dai Mubai's head.

Dai Mubai was slightly taller than him now. After all, Dai Mubai was fifteen, while he was only twelve.

Dai Mubai immediately understood and obediently lowered his head.

Then a force, like an infusion of enlightenment, entered his body.

A minute later.

Dai Mubai felt the shackles within his body loosen slightly.

"I've extracted the power affecting you. Cultivate according to your former method for two or three days, and your Martial Soul will recover."

"Once it recovers, immediately go teach that fellow a lesson. Preferably beat him senseless when they are at their happiest!"

Chen Fan stroked his chin, a hint of anticipation at watching the show appearing on his face.

Dai Mubai thought of something, and an inexplicable chill ran through his body.

"Brother Chen Fan, you're really letting Dai Mubai off just like that?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Chen Fan as she spoke.

She really disliked Dai Mubai. She had not liked him in the first place, and he had even shouted at her before.

After learning that Dai Mubai was a coward, she detested him even more.

"What kind of person do you take me for? We don't have that great a grudge between us, do we?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes at Ning Rongrong.

The girl thought about it and felt that this did seem to be the case.

But after considering everything Chen Fan had done, she again felt that something was wrong.

He seemed almost like a bad person.

"For the next few days, cultivate as usual. If Oscar comes to bother you again, Dai Mubai will beat him up afterward."

Chen Fan looked at Ning Rongrong as he spoke.

"I want to cultivate with you."

Ning Rongrong spoke up.

"My guidance will be extremely harsh. Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I've undergone extremely cruel training since childhood."

Chen Fan spoke seriously.

"What kind of cruel training?"

Xiao Wu popped her head out and asked curiously. This was the first time Chen Fan had talked about his past.

Ning Rongrong was curious as well.

Chen Fan looked at the two girls and briefly explained.

"During the day, I had to train my physique. At night, when I was exhausted, I would also require someone to try to confuse me so I could cultivate my Spiritual Power."

"Someone to confuse you? What does that mean?" Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu looked somewhat confused.

"It was illusion training. I was tortured terribly. There were not only temptations of beauty, but also temptations of pain. They were direct attacks on the soul targeting my Spiritual Power," Chen Fan said.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu both imagined what happened after Chen Fan was confused by beauty, and their hearts skipped a beat.

No wonder his temperament was so twisted at such a young age. He had indeed endured a great deal of tempering.

"What are you two thinking? The person who confused me was the Saintess of the Spirit Hall. How could she offer herself to me? Even if she agreed and I agreed, the Pope would never agree."

Seeing that the two had misunderstood, Chen Fan reminded them with a cough.

The blush of realization on their faces faded, but they still secretly gossiped behind Chen Fan's back.

Returning to the main subject, Ning Rongrong trained with Chen Fan over the following days, so Oscar no longer dared to come.