Ye Yuan looked at the map, memories from his past life rapidly intertwining with the current situation in his mind. He pointed to a wooded area on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City and spoke calmly:
"Grand Worshipper, in my opinion, Ning Fengzhi and the others couldn't have gone far. Since they brought their families and so many assets with them, what they need most right now is a place where they can avoid our surveillance, somewhere no one would think to look—the so-called hiding in plain sight."
"Further south and Sunset Forest are both under our blockade. If they want to relocate a large number of direct descendants, that's nothing but a fool's dream."
"Although Heaven Dou City has Bishop Salas's covert sentries, there is one place... a place that normally only accepts commoner soul masters, is extremely hostile toward Spirit Hall, and is rarely touched by us. That is Blue Tyrant Academy on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City!"
Hearing Ye Yuan's orderly analysis, Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong's eyes both lit up.
"Blue Tyrant Academy... Liu Erlong's territory?"
A cold gleam flashed through Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes.
"Exactly." Ye Yuan nodded, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"Everyone on the continent knows about Yu Xiaogang's relationship with the Clear Sky Sect, and Liu Erlong loves Yu Xiaogang to the bone. The most dangerous place is the safest place. Once Tang San and the others escape through the Longxing City tunnel, the only place in Heaven Dou City they can turn to is there."
Qian Daoliu gave an approving laugh.
"Xiao Yuan's analysis is absolutely right. Salas, order the Temple Knights and Holy Emperor Warriors to keep Blue Tyrant Academy's surroundings under close surveillance. The moment there is any abnormal fluctuation in Soul Power, report it immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
Salas bowed and withdrew.
Ye Yuan gripped the Primal Genesis Sword in his hand, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly intense.
At this time, within the tranquil Blue Tyrant Academy on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City.
Before a thatched cottage deep in the back mountain, a woman in a simple azure cloth dress sat quietly in a bamboo chair.
The woman looked to be in her thirties and was exceedingly beautiful. Though she wore an elegant and plain cloth dress, it could not conceal her full, proud, breathtaking figure.
Her long black hair was casually tied behind her head. Amid her mature charm was also a hint of wildness and fiery allure.
She was the dean of Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong.
Meanwhile, inside a wooden cottage not far away, the thick stench of blood mixed with medicinal herbs, making the air unbearable.
Ning Fengzhi's face was pale. The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda emitted a gentle glow as he used all his strength to guide the medicinal power into Tang Hao and Gu Rong, who lay on the bed.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Poison Douluo Dugu Bo stood guard on either side, their expressions grave.
"Fengzhi, how are Old Bone's injuries?"
Chen Xin asked anxiously.
Ning Fengzhi withdrew his Soul Power, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sighed weakly.
"Uncle Sword, don't worry too much. Uncle Bone forcibly used spatial teleportation and injured his meridians a little. Fortunately, his foundation wasn't damaged. He'll be fine after some rest."
Only then did the people in the room finally let out their held breaths.
"Damn it, Spirit Hall has gotten seriously weird this time."
Dugu Bo viciously punched the wall, his eyes full of lingering fear.
"They didn't even give us a warning before sending several Super Douluos to kill us! If we'd been one step slower, Tang San would have been finished."
On another stone bed, five-year-old Tang San was wrapped up like a mummy and stared fixedly at the ceiling.
The agony of his shattered bones made his entire body tremble, yet he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound.
How did this happen... Why...
What the hell is Ye Yuan? I never heard of anyone like him in my past life. How can he catch us so precisely every single time?
But it's fine. Bone Douluo's injuries can heal. As long as Father, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Poison Douluo are here, I still have cards to play!
Once I recover and awaken my Twin Martial Souls, reclaiming the methods of my past life, I'll carve Spirit Hall into ten thousand pieces!
Tang San roared madly in his heart.
Yet he never noticed that, in the corner of this wooden cottage filled with gloom, Ning Rongrong stood quietly in the shadows, delicate and lovely like a porcelain doll.
She coldly watched Tang San lying on the bed like a dead dog, then looked at her pale-faced father, who was busy saving people.
There was not the slightest concern for her companions in Ning Rongrong's large eyes. Instead, they shone with an almost morbid excitement and indifference.
That was right. Ning Rongrong had also been reborn.
But she did not care at all about the Heaven Dou Empire, nor did she care about the Clear Sky Sect. Even Oscar, who had grovelled after her every day in her past life, was nothing more than a disposable tool in her eyes.
Only one image was engraved in her mind.
When she had run away from home at the age of six and nearly been devoured by soul beasts, a young boy had carefully looked after her in the wilderness for three days and three nights.
That boy had not possessed even a trace of Soul Power, yet he had given her all the dry rations he had. He had held her against his warm chest and thought of every possible way to make her smile.
That boy was called Ye Yuan.
In her past life, because of the sect and because of her father, she had been forced to stay tied to Tang San. In the end, she could only watch helplessly as her beloved Brother Xiaoyuan was killed by Tang San.
From that moment onward, Ning Rongrong's heart had gone completely mad.
After being reborn in this life, the moment she opened her eyes, she heard that her Brother Xiaoyuan had become Spirit Hall's lofty Holy Son.
But what about her father, Ning Fengzhi?
He was still stubbornly clinging to Tang San, that jinx, insisting on fighting her Brother Xiaoyuan to the bitter end!
Why? If we hadn't protected that hypocritical Tang San in our past life, how could our sect have been destroyed? How could Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone have died?
In this life, anyone who dares touch even a single hair on Brother Xiaoyuan's head will be the enemy of me, Ning Rongrong!
Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at Tang San on the bed. Her tiny body trembled slightly with excitement and twisted obsession.
Father, Grandpa Sword, don't blame Rongrong for being unfilial.
Rongrong is saving you. As long as I hand over Tang San, this disaster, Brother Xiaoyuan will definitely be happy! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can be saved too!
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and suppressed the pounding heartbeat that seemed ready to burst from her chest.
While the adults were all focused on Tang Hao and Gu Rong, with no one paying attention to her, she quietly backed away. Then, light on her feet, she slipped out of the wooden cottage and entered the dark bamboo forest in the back mountain.
The moment she entered the bamboo forest, Ning Rongrong impatiently crouched down and pulled an exquisite little Bronze Cicada from her robes.
It was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's top-secret communication Soul Tool, the Glazed Mother-Child Cicada.
This thing possessed incredible penetrating power. Blue Tyrant Academy's barrier could not stop it at all.
With trembling fingers, Ning Rongrong quickly wrote on a piece of parchment, her little face flushed with morbid excitement:
[Brother Xiaoyuan, it's Rongrong. Do you still remember the little girl you found in the wilderness when she was six? Tang Hao, Tang San, and Gu Rong are all hiding in the back mountain of Blue Tyrant Academy on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City. My father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Dugu are here too. Rongrong doesn't want to be your enemy, so I'm giving them all to you as gifts. Come pick Rongrong up soon, okay? Rongrong misses you so much—I miss you so much I'm about to go crazy...]
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