Qian Renxue's True Appearance

Qian Renxue paused slightly in her tea-serving hand, then casually put down the teacup without saying a word.

Meanwhile, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong stood in Ning Fengzhi's study, her hands behind her back, her toes grinding against the cracks in the blue bricks on the floor, her small face full of determination.

She wore a new dress today and had her hair redone, making her look more formal than usual.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin leaned against the door, sword in hand, while Bone Douluo Gu Rong sat on a grand chair beside him, eyes closed in rest. Both Titled Douluo had been summoned by Ning Fengzhi, clearly indicating that he had already guessed what important matter his daughter wanted to discuss.

"Dad, I want to join the Spirit Hall Elite Academy."

Ning Rongrong straightened her chest, finished speaking in one breath, and then stared intently at her father's face.

Ning Fengzhi put down the file in his hand and, without beating around the bush, asked directly:

"You've taken a liking to Fang Fan, haven't you?"

Ning Rongrong's face flushed instantly, all the way to her ears. She hadn't expected her father to be so direct, not even giving her a chance to process it, but she bit her lip and nodded heavily anyway.

That's right, she's got her eye on Fang Fan.

From the moment he defeated Dai Mubai outside Suotuo City with his bare hands, from the moment he sent Yu Tianheng flying with a single punch and defeated Liu Erlong with a single Soul Skill at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy without even using his Martial Soul, she was completely captivated.

Not to mention the scene she saw through the window paper that night—eight-pack abs, powerful arms, and the blush-inducing Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation.

Ning Rongrong had lived for over a decade and had never seen anyone so strong and handsome, and being with him would make her Martial Soul even stronger.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin leaned against the door, and upon hearing this, he could only shake his head helplessly.

He had already communicated this matter with Ning Fengzhi telepathically; today, he simply witnessed Rongrong say it herself.

Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a moment.

He didn't say "nonsense" like he did last time in the reception room, nor did he directly object.

He simply looked at his daughter's flushed face and determined eyes, and sighed softly, "Do you know what joining the Spirit Hall Academy means?"

What does it mean?

Ning Rongrong blinked, looking puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi put down the file in his hand, his expression unusually serious.

He didn't answer immediately, but stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the layers of glazed tile roofs of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect outside the window and remained silent for a while before turning around.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a sect of the Heaven Dou Empire, and has supported the Heaven Dou Royal Family throughout the ages."

By joining the Spirit Hall Academy, you are essentially announcing to the outside world that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has sided with the Spirit Hall.

How will the Heaven Dou Royal Family view us? How will Xue Ye view us?

All the connections, resources, and trust we've built up over the years in the Heaven Dou Empire will be ruined because of this one step you've taken."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, nodded slowly, his aged voice carrying a hint of heaviness:

"Rongrong, your father is right. The affairs of the sect are not to be taken lightly."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, leaning against the door with his sword in his arms, also spoke:

"Rongrong, there's one more thing you might not remember."

Your Sword Grandpa's father was killed by the Grand Enshrined Douluo of the Spirit Hall.

When you were six years old, I fought against Qian Daoliu when I was level 96. At that time, you were young and didn't know the gravity of the situation, so you used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to withstand Qian Daoliu's attack.

Everyone outside says, "Seven Treasures Transform into Glazed Glass, no matter what your Soul Power level is," but do you know how dangerous that battle was? If anything had happened to you, I would never have been able to forgive myself for the rest of my life.

Ning Fengzhi's interface says:

"Now that you're joining the Spirit Hall Academy, how will your Sword Grandpa face the Spirit Hall?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, her eyes already red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

She looked at her father, then at Bone Grandpa, and then at Sword Grandpa. All three old men were trying to persuade her. How could she not know that they genuinely cared about her?

But all she could think about was the image of Fang Fan standing in the center of the training field, punching Yu Tianheng to pieces; his eyes looking at her through the steam in the bathtub; and his eight-pack abs and powerful arms under the moonlight.

"Then I'll secretly join, and you can pretend you don't know, right?"

Her voice trembled with a hint of grievance and a sob.

Sword Douluo suddenly smiled, a hint of doting appearing on his usually placid old face.

He stepped forward and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair with his rough, large hands.

"Now you know, don't you? Go if you like. This old man, Sword Grandpa, is not afraid of meeting a few people from the Spirit Hall."

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then jumped up happily, grabbed Sword Douluo's arm and shook it vigorously:

"Thank you, Sword Grandpa! Sword Grandpa is the best!"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head helplessly.

Uncle Jian spoils Rongrong too much. From childhood to adulthood, he gives her whatever she wants and lets her do whatever she wants. Even as her father, he can't stop her.

He watched his daughter run happily back to her room to pack her bags, then glanced at Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu, who were equally silent. The three old men all shared the same reluctance in their eyes.

Rongrong was pampered growing up and had never been away from the sect for long. This departure might mean we won't see each other for a long time.

As the sun set, Ning Rongrong carried a small bag and walked out of the gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She glanced back at the place where she had lived since childhood, took a deep breath, turned and strode forward, her pink skirt fluttering like a butterfly in the evening breeze.

The secret chamber of the Crown Prince's Palace in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Fang Fan looked at Qian Renxue, who was still wearing Xue Qinghe's mask, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He said slowly and deliberately:

"If Sister Xue reveals her true face, I'll tell you."

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.

Is it really that simple? She thought Fang Fan would take the opportunity to make some amazing demands, but it turns out he just wanted to see her face.

She nodded slightly, raised her right hand, and gently traced her collarbone with her fingertips. The disguise that had been maintained for nearly twenty years receded like the tide, and the power of the Spirit Bone transformation peeled away from her body layer by layer.

Xue Qinghe's gentle and refined face gradually faded, replaced by a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the candlelight, as if every strand was woven from the purest sunlight.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and her skin was as white and smooth as cream, as if it would melt at the slightest touch.

Her eyes were a deep Violet, and her gaze held both an arrogant disdain for the world and a calm composure born of experience.

Her figure was tall and slender, with graceful curves yet an air of dignity. The bloodline of the Angel Family endowed her with an innate holiness and nobility.

She makes you want to look up to her, yet you can't help but fall for her.

Fang Fan's gaze lingered on her face for a long time.

No wonder she is hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Douluo Continent.

Bibi Dong was already a stunning beauty, but Qian Renxue's appearance was of a different kind of exquisite beauty.

One possesses a mature and charming allure tinged with authority, while the other exudes a noble and pure aura concealing a sharp edge.

The two most powerful women in the Douluo Continent both have intricate connections with him.