Ning Rongrong's Instant Change of Face, Xiao Wu Thought She Was Dreaming

Lin Yan's lips curled into a contemptuous smile at his words.

Since they were destined to become enemies, he planned to blow up with that little bastard today!

He had a level 95 Titled Douluo Puppet, and Zhao Wuji and Flender, two Soul Saints, were beside him.

All they faced was a Tang Hao covered in old injuries. At worst, they would fight. He wasn't about to put up with this crap!

With that thought, Lin Yan stepped forward and immediately prepared to summon the puppet.

But just before he could act, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from beside them.

"Tang San, enough!"

The one who cried out was Ning Rongrong.

Lin Yan turned his head in confusion and happened to see Ning Rongrong storming over to the two of them.

The young girl pointed at Tang San's nose and began berating him.

"Without the support skills of us Support Soul Masters, what are you Combat Soul Masters worth?"

"This is the first time I've ever seen a Combat Soul Master mock a Support Soul Master for lacking combat power. Don't you think too highly of yourself?"

"You don't even understand the difference in roles between Soul Masters, yet you dare to bark here?"

Ning Rongrong was truly furious.

Everyone knew that her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the continent's most renowned support Sect. Asking her to accept the idea that Support Soul Masters were inferior to Combat Soul Masters was no different from insulting the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and insulting her father.

Besides, people always said that Support Soul Masters had no combat power and were inferior to Combat Soul Masters.

But once they got onto the battlefield, who didn't eagerly accept the support effects of the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda?

"I..."

Tang San realized that what he had said was inappropriate. When he looked at Ning Rongrong, his gaze gradually cleared, and he even showed a faint hint of guilt.

It wasn't as though he didn't know the status of Support Soul Masters.

Yu Xiaogang had told him many times that Support Soul Masters were the ones most capable of influencing the course of battle. When facing an enemy team, the first targets to eliminate were always the Support Soul Masters.

It was just that he hadn't been able to think of any reason to refute Lin Yan earlier. Coupled with his own sense of superiority over his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he had spoken without thinking.

He hadn't expected one sentence from him to offend someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Tang San chickened out...

Believing that his father was merely a blacksmith, he very sensibly chose to shut up in the face of Ning Rongrong's fierce demeanor.

But Ning Rongrong refused to let it go.

"I had planned to get along with you all as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was disdain."

"No more pretending. I'm the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I'm laying it all out!"

In just a few sentences, Ning Rongrong had completely returned to her usual "little witch" persona.

She strode over to Lin Yan, wrapped an arm around his, and looked at Tang San.

"Tang San!"

"You think your Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is that impressive?"

"Just the effect of Lin Yan's first Spirit Skill is countless times stronger than yours, and you still have the nerve to raise your voice at him?"

"What a joke! Do you even understand how valuable a Healing Soul Master is on the battlefield? Who gave you the courage to compare yourself to Lin Yan?"

Tang San was stunned beyond stunned. His mouth hung open for a long time, and hoarse noises kept coming from his throat as if he wanted to speak but had no idea what to say.

In the end...

"No, you were clearly saying how amazing my Blue Silver Grass was just now, so how..."

"That was then. This is now."

Ning Rongrong spoke with a completely matter-of-fact expression.

"If you insist on treating the past as the present, then why don't you compare yourself now to someone right after they were born?"

Tang San: "Huh?"

At this moment, Tang San's brain had clearly short-circuited.

The Ning Rongrong before him had been sweetly smiling at him and showing him goodwill just moments ago.

How had she taken Lin Yan's side after only a few sentences? Had she known Lin Yan before this?

Tang San didn't understand. Tang San was lost.

Actually... Ning Rongrong couldn't be blamed for switching sides.

In Ning Rongrong's eyes, Tang San had indeed been worth befriending earlier, which was why she had shown him a little goodwill in the hopes of winning him over later.

But after Lin Yan summoned his Martial Soul and used his Spirit Skill...

Ning Rongrong realized that Lin Yan was even more worth befriending than Tang San.

An Angel Spirit, with a First Soul Skill that could instantly heal all of a target's injuries, and four Millennium Spirit Rings beneath his feet for some unknown reason.

Wasn't such a genius a hundred times better than a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master?

Once the two of them came into conflict, even without considering what Tang San had said, Ning Rongrong would absolutely stand on Lin Yan's side.

"Lin Yan, let's ignore him."

"What an idiot. He doesn't even know how important Support Soul Masters are. So pathetic."

Ning Rongrong affectionately clung to Lin Yan's arm and made as if to leave.

Her attitude clearly showed that she was standing with him unconditionally.

Lin Yan was genuinely surprised by this.

He had been ready to blow up with Tang San just now, but he hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to suddenly step forward and defend him.

This...

Well, that worked too. It solved the problem, at least.

After all, the puppet only had three uses. He still had a long road ahead of him, so he should save one whenever he could.

Pulled along by Ning Rongrong, he involuntarily headed in the direction opposite the training field.

At that moment, the fully recovered Zhao Wuji suddenly spoke up and called out to Lin Yan.

"Lin Yan, just heal that little brat."

"So he won't keep dragging this out."

Lin Yan turned around and looked at Zhao Wuji in surprise.

Only then did he notice that Zhao Wuji's expression was somewhat unnatural. His face was stiff, as though he had been forced to say those words.

Lin Yan quickly understood. Zhao Wuji had probably received a Mental Power transmission from Tang Hao...

"Fine."

[Second Soul Skill: Requiem Prayer]

Lin Yan loosely clenched his palm and flicked a pale golden orb of light toward the unconscious Xiao Wu.

The orb entered Xiao Wu's forehead, and like everyone else before her, her body became covered in a layer of golden light.

"Mm~"

Xiao Wu let out a soft moan in her unconscious state, then her fingers began to tremble slightly. Clearly, this was a sign that she was about to wake up.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes filled with surprise once again when she saw this.

"You can even restore depleted Mental Power? Your Martial Soul is simply incredible. What effects do your other two Spirit Skills have?"

"You'll find out later."

Lin Yan's third and Fourth Soul Skills were respectively a shield that restored health and Purification of negative effects.

But he did not tell Ning Rongrong directly for now. He had to maintain a little mystery, didn't he?

His gaze returned to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu was clearly on the verge of waking up, but for some reason, she remained motionless for quite a while.

Lin Yan couldn't help feeling puzzled, so he used his First Soul Skill, Holy Light Healing, to restore her stamina.

It would have been fine if he hadn't used his First Soul Skill, but once he did...

The dual replenishment of physical and mental energy instead made Xiao Wu's brow furrow even tighter.

Her body drew in slightly, her limbs pressed together with force, as though she were desperately enduring something and trying to keep it from being released from within her.

"This feels so good. Is this a dream?"

"It must be a dream, right? Since it's a dream, then..."

"Ahh~"