Martial Soul God of Love! Yandere Ning Rongrong!

Outskirts of Suotuo City, Balak Kingdom.

The midday sun beat down until people felt dizzy, and broken light fell all over the forest path.

The wind was cool enough, but the complaining voice in the woods was not cool at all.

"Ning Ze! Walk slower and wait for me! My feet are going to hurt from walking!"

The young man walking ahead had a slender figure, dressed in a clean, moon-white martial uniform. Hearing the shout from behind, he paused his step, a bitter smile surfaced on his handsome face, but his feet did not stop.

Joking aside, if he stopped at this time, there was no telling what kind of ordeal that little ancestor would put him through again.

"Hmph! I knew you wanted to leave me behind!"

Instead of stopping, the young man strode even faster.

The young girl behind, wearing a light cyan water-silk dress, stamped her feet in anger, trotted to catch up, grabbed his arm, and hung half her body on him, lifting her small face with an aggrieved pout.

"This young lady won't give you a chance to leave me behind! This young lady is going to pester you for a lifetime, don't even think about shaking me off!"

The girl's faint fragrance drifted into his nose, and the soft sensation on his arm made Ning Ze's heart waver slightly. He was already used to it, giving her an expressionless sideways glance as he kept walking.

In his heart, however, he had already begun to rant:

Good heavens, great earth! I merely want to quietly grow stronger and become a god, so why on earth did I have to awaken a Love God Martial Soul?!

That was right, Ning Ze was a transmigrator.

In his past life, he was a senior reader who had read the entire series of Douluo Continent to tatters.

That day, he had just broken up with his girlfriend of three years from university, feeling depressed when he went out for a stroll. As luck would have it, he ran into the transmigrator's standard equipment—the "getting hit by fortune" package from a big truck.

With a blink of his eyes, he was in Douluo Continent, and moreover as a distant collateral descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the upper three sects.

Initially, Ning Ze had no grand ambitions of dominating the world.

Yet on the day his martial soul awakened at age six, fate played a huge joke on him.

There was no ancestral Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, nor was there any mutated offensive martial soul. What he awakened was called the God of Love—radiating a pink halo all over, something the sect's deacon had never even heard of.

It was said to be that Love God who had long since perished in ancient times.

As soon as this martial soul awakened, it came with a fatal passive—charm value maxed out and doubled.

Ning Ze was already born with pretty eyebrows and clear eyes. Gradually modified by the Love God Martial Soul, his looks, temperament, and even the way he walked possessed a seductive attraction to female soul masters.

He was a living, breathing humanoid walking hormone; whoever looked at him became dazed.

Even more exaggeratedly, this martial soul also came with Innate Full Soul Power.

For a collateral disciple to awaken Innate Full Soul Power was a great event in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Without a second word, the sect brought him into the core headquarters and arranged for him to be cultivated with focus right under the nose of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi.

And that very day was when he first laid eyes on the sect's little princess, Ning Rongrong.

The moment their eyes locked, there was a loud boom in Ning Ze's mind, and the "Divine Trial" that legendary Titled Douluos could not even beg for smashed down upon him.

[The first trial of the Nine Trials of the God of Love begins...]

Only at that moment did Ning Ze confirm that his martial soul was truly a divine-grade martial soul of genuine quality.

The problem, however, was that the content of this divine trial was outrageously absurd.

Wasn't the God of Love in legends a deity who was infatuated with mortals and ultimately died for love?

Shouldn't the divine trial test his single-mindedness and chastity toward romance?

Yet the divine trial task Ning Ze received was actually—spread great love, the more the merrier, taking wives and concubines?!

Was this even proper?

I'm afraid this God of Love was a fake!

Even weirder, the Love God Martial Soul also came with a "Yandere Gravitational Field".

Girls who interacted deeply with him would see their favorability skyrocket like a rocket ship, their possessiveness maxing out instantly, and they would blacken into yanderes in a matter of minutes.

Take, for instance, the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eye right before him.

Seeing that Ning Ze was holding his arm and still not making a sound, Ning Rongrong puckered her pink, tender lips, put even more force into the arm hugging him, and narrowed her bright, watery eyes, which flashed with danger.

"Hey, Ning Ze, what are you thinking about? This young lady is talking to you!"

"I don't care about all that. Anyway, ever since the day you saved me when I was six, you were destined to be mine alone! From now on, you can only love me alone!"

Saying this, a sweet yet hair-raising smile bloomed on her small face, her voice as soft as pillow talk.

"Ning Ze, if you dare let me find out that you've fallen for another woman... or if another woman dares to seduce you... I'll kill them all, and then lock you up in a place only I know about, so you can only look at me alone for the rest of your life, oh."

Hearing this familiar "yandere declaration", Ning Ze's mouth twitched fiercely, his back turning cold.

Similar words were heard hundreds of times over the past six years within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ever since Ning Rongrong latched onto him, any better-looking female disciples of the same age in the sect who dared to glance at Ning Ze more than once would receive a fierce glare from her, just like a mother cat protecting her food.

Whichever daring senior sister dared to come and strike up a conversation with Ning Ze was guaranteed to be "physically persuaded to quit" by Miss Ning in various ways the next day.

Ning Rongrong had even acted spoiled toward Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong behind the scenes, wanting the two Titled Douluo grandpas to build her a pure gold cage, saying she "wanted to hide the most precious treasure inside."

Scaring Ning Ze so much that he had to sleep with one eye open for those few days.

To be honest, having spent day and night with Ning Rongrong for so many years, Ning Ze did not dislike her.

The little lass was good-looking, and her family background was as the sole heir of the number one rich sect in the world; in his past life, she would have been the absolute ceiling of wealthy beauties.

If it were a monogamous system, marrying her would definitely be the blessing of the ancestral tombs smoking green smoke.

However, the problem was--his Divine Trial required the more, the better!

If he were really tied to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by Ning Rongrong for a lifetime, what would happen to the Divine Trial?

If he failed to complete it, the backlash of the martial soul was no joke.

Therefore, calculating the time when Shrek Academy was about to recruit students and the original story was about to begin, he could not sit still anymore.

He submitted an application for external training to Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, which, to put it bluntly, meant wanting to leave the sect to contact other proud daughters of heaven on the mainland and advance the Divine Trial.

As for Ning Rongrong... Ning Ze had long anticipated that with this girl's level of clinginess, she would definitely sneak out and follow.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped out of the sect's main gate, this little demoness packed her luggage and followed right behind him.

Sigh, I'll take it one step at a time...

Ning Ze sighed inwardly, and was just about to open his mouth to coax this little ancestor in his arms who could go black at any moment when movement came from the woods.

Rustle, rustle, rustle--!

A burst of hurried friction of grass and trees came from deep in the dense forest ahead.

A smell of blood drifted into the air.

On the treetop dozens of meters away, a black shadow darted past like a black lightning bolt.

Her figure was hot, black leather clothing wrapped around her concave and convex curves, and a pair of cat-ear phantoms floated above her head.

Before the black shadow even landed, several auras of killing intent suddenly sprang out from the woods behind.

"Second Miss, don't even think about escaping!"

"Catch her, dead or alive!"

Three or four men in black holding short blades closely followed behind, their Soul Power surging as they closed in for the encirclement.

Looking at that cat-like figure, Ning Ze's eyes lit up, and his heart skipped a beat.

Second Miss... black leather outfit... cat ears... being hunted down?

Zhu Zhuqing?!

He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling up.

"Let's go, Rongrong, there's a show to watch ahead!"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Ze's Soul Power shifted, and his figure had already rushed toward that side.

"Hey?! Ning Ze, wait for me! You are not allowed to look at other women, ahhhhh!"

Behind him, Ning Rongrong looked at his retreating figure as he rushed out, especially after seeing clearly that the person being hunted down was a woman with an extremely good figure. The stray lock of hair on top of her head stood straight up, her small face turning ashen as she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet in pursuit...