Can't He Be Here Just to Give It Away for Free?

Chen Ling calmed his mind and confirmed all the traits of his brand-new Second Martial Soul and External Soul Bone.

The Second Martial Soul looked like a shrunken pagoda tree, and its attributes were very strange; the system said it was something called chaotic attributes.

A tree with chaotic attributes? That meant any attribute could be kneaded into it.

Apart from the all-attribute bonus and the extra mental strength bonus, the External Soul Bone seemed to be tailor-made to coordinate with Sword Intent.

Chen Ling pondered to himself that this martial soul would most likely need to rely on him to cultivate and nurture it step by step. Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, holders of Twin Martial Souls were already as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; strictly speaking, apart from him, there were only two, one of whom had been elbowed flying today.

The other one was also a gold mine. By fighting Bibi Dong and relying on the system's fish-farming mechanism, he would most likely be able to break through his shackles in one go and reach the level of a semi-god or even a quasi-god.

The only limitation was that without the blessing of an orthodox god position, it was impossible to step into the true god realm in a single stride.

Hiss... What if a god took the initiative to strike at him?

Amid countless churning thoughts, he couldn't help wondering how many soul rings Bibi Dong's Second Martial Soul had at this current time node.

Recalling his thoughts, three brightly colored soul rings slowly rose from beneath Chen Ling's feet—yellow, purple, and purple, distinct in their layers and steadily surrounding his body.

That's right, since soul rings were essential for showing off and farming fish, of course they would also be upgraded directly. This thing was just like a game's rank; one could tell a person's strength at a glance.

Crushing ranks while farming fish was also a kind of fun, though it was easy for the losers to attribute their failure to the gap in levels.

Precisely because of this, playing the pig to eat the tiger, concealing clumsiness, and showing weakness were the most perfect ways to farm fish.

Chen Ling and the system were like a low mountain and smelly water meeting a bosom friend—they hit it off.

After a brief period of sitting in meditation to stabilize his surging strength, a clear sense of hunger struck abruptly, rumbling in his stomach and interrupting his cultivation.

He had been poor since childhood and was already accustomed to living thriftily. This ordinary inn did not offer room service, and if he wanted to fill his stomach, he had to go out.

At the same time, he became increasingly clear that the most urgent matter right now was to earn Gold Soul Coins and solve his livelihood problem.

Although he wasn't someone who liked extravagance, if he could get a better quality of life, naturally he couldn't ask for anything better.

With his mind made up, Chen Ling got up, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Only, Chen Ling always felt that his hands were empty. After a brief thought, a thought stirred in his mind, and he summoned the Clear Sky Sword Martial Soul, holding it steadily in his arms. Only then did it feel right.

First lesson of a swordsman: tie up a single ponytail.

It was just that he, Chen Ling, didn't have a cold and beautiful master; otherwise, all the elements would have been complete. The sword masters playing with swords in this Douluo Continent all seemed to be withered old men.

However, it seemed there was one in the Extreme North, and she even came with a free cold loli 'junior sister'. That was also a 'disloyal disciple who attacks her master'.

Amidst his drifting, casual thoughts, Chen Ling had already walked to a restaurant on the street. After taking a seat, he stopped thinking and buried his head in a flurry of devouring.

Meanwhile, the Shrek entourage had already mobilized in full, searching for his trace in separate directions.

Everyone knew nothing about Chen Ling's background, and they were afraid he would leave Suotuo City overnight and miss the opportunity. Inevitably anxious in their hearts, they simply chose to search separately to improve efficiency.

Anyway, no matter which side found him first, with Flender's speed, he could rush to the scene very quickly, so there was no need to worry about any danger.

"Let's go take a look over at the Soul Dueling Arena." Flender and Yu Xiaogang rushed toward the direction of the Soul Dueling Arena together with Xiao Wu.

Mainly because Tang San was also over there, Xiao Wu decisively abandoned Ning Rongrong.

"Hehe, Big Brother Dai, Little Ao, maybe that Chen Ling is also a fellow traveler." Ma Hongjun let out an evil laugh and unceremoniously grabbed Dai Mubai and Oscar as he walked.

If they were going to be single, they would be single together; brothers getting a partner was more painful than oneself being single.

They left behind Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, who was reluctant in speech but honest in body and had ultimately followed along.

The two glanced at each other, and the little witch simply dragged Zhu Zhuqing to sit down and rest at a roadside stall.

"Rongrong, don't we need to follow them to look for people?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the retreating backs of the others in a hurry, and then looked at Ning Rongrong, who was not panicked at all, her heart full of doubt.

She took the juice handed over by the stall owner and took small sips, a rare trace of dazed innocence revealing itself between her cold brows and eyes.

"No need to rush; naturally, someone will look for us." As soon as Ning Rongrong's voice fell, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows, appearing silently with astonishingly fast speed, giving Zhu Zhuqing a fright.

"Miss, we found him." The Soul Sage protector from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bowed slightly, his attitude respectful as he reported the news in a low voice.

"Let's go." Ning Rongrong gracefully stood up, her long pink hair gently fluttering with the movement like a butterfly unfolding its wings, her temperament spirited and noble.

Zhu Zhuqing wore a complex expression, silently holding the juice in her hand and following closely behind without a word.

The black shadow once again melted into the surrounding shadows, stealthily accompanying them the whole way. The two followed the streets and alleys with many turns, finally locking onto the target figure outside a street-side restaurant.

The young man sitting quietly at the table dining had a handsome and gentle appearance, completely different from the sword-brow and star-eyes appearance of a swordsman Ning Rongrong had imagined. Clearly the holder of a Sword Martial Soul, the lines of his brows and eyes were exceptionally soft and relaxed, carrying a natural gentle temperament.

It was the kind she liked—this was the thought in Ning Rongrong's inner heart.

As an auxiliary soul master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had known since childhood that she would definitely need a powerful battle soul master as a companion and reliance in the future.

Naturally, she looked down on ordinary handsome guys, but the other party's temperament, coupled with his ability to defeat Tang San at a leisurely pace, had already maxed out her first impression score.

With her mind made up, Ning Rongrong raised her hand to gently straighten her skirt, collected her thoughts, and walked calmly toward the dining table with a bright and elegant smile.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated slightly upon seeing this, but after a moment, she still silently followed.

Her mentality was actually quite similar to Ning Rongrong's. Compared to things like the so-called Shrek Seven Monsters, she mostly just wanted to live well, along with some unrealistic fantasies in her heart for that position.

After all, if she really wanted to conceal her identity and go into hiding, she wouldn't have come looking for Dai Mubai.

Human hearts had always been complex; casual and detached words on the lips never represented true thoughts in the bottom of one's heart.

Walking up to the table, Ning Rongrong spoke in a friendly tone and with proper manners, carrying a just-right polite smile: "Hello, do you mind if we share a table? I can pay for your meal as well."

"As you like." Chen Ling looked the two young girls up and down twice, already guessing the gist of it in his heart.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing?

The only ones who would appear in Suotuo City at this time with such perfectly matching images were these two. Mainly, Zhu Zhuqing's features were simply too easy to recognize.

And judging by the look of it, they didn't seem to be here to pick a fight.

Or perhaps those picking a fight hadn't found him yet.

Since there was a rich benefactor taking the initiative to come and treat him to a meal, naturally he wouldn't refuse. He hadn't placed any bets before entering the soul duel, and the Gold Soul Coins he currently had on him were indeed not many. Furthermore, he also wanted to know what Ning Rongrong had up her sleeve.

Can't he be here just to give it away for free?