Xiao Xue'er's Third Soul Ring

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Hehe, I made my Young Stepmother fall silent, haha, is Young Stepmother just shy?]

[I Am the Angel God: It's your Young Stepmother who thinks it's too much trouble. Love that transcends Space-Time and space is too difficult... so she doesn't want to fight for it anymore.]

[Moon Palace: Hmm, this is indeed very troublesome.]

The Young Bibi Dong, looked at the message from the Angel God and sighed softly.

She rested her chin on the windowsill, gazing at the sky Spirit Hall, which was dyed red by the sunset, and felt a mix of emotions.

It would be a lie to say I don't want to fight, but how can I fight?

She can't even go to that world, and she can't even see that person.

In her own Space-Time, she was the Spirit Hall Saintess. Qian Xunji stared at her, Qian Daoliu looked at her, and the eyes of the entire Spirit Hall were on her.

If she suddenly disappears, or does something outrageous, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Moreover, she wasn't even sure what kind of person Li Qiu was.

No matter how lively the chat is in the group, or how beautiful the photos are, they are ultimately separated by Space-Time.

She wasn't foolish enough to gamble everything on someone she'd never even met.

"Never mind."

She muttered something under her breath, jumped down from the windowsill, and brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt.

The most important thing right now is cultivation; she needs to start practicing as soon as possible.

As for Li Qiu, let whoever wants to fight for her fight for her do so.

Bibi Dong could never live her life like those young girls in the group.

But she couldn't help glancing at the Chat Group again.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still bickering, with Xiao Xue'er fanning the flames, Angel God occasionally chiming in, and Moon Palace always only posting a few words.

The Group Owner, who was known as "A Leaf Knows Autumn," remained silent.

The Young Bibi Dong, stared at the avatar for a few moments, then closed the Chat Window and turned to walk towards the Cultivation Room.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had stopped talking.

Because Flender flew in from afar, followed by Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji, the three of them landed at the front of the group.

Flender adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, glanced around, and shouted in a booming voice:

"Everyone's here? Let's go, Star Dou Great Forest!"

Ning Rongrong patted her skirt and stood up. As she passed Zhu Zhuqing, she deliberately nudged her with her elbow and whispered:

"We'll have a proper talk about Li Qiu after we return from hunting the Soul Beast."

Zhu Zhuqing ignored her and followed the group.

Ning Rongrong, with her sharp eyes, noticed that Zhu Zhuqing's ear tips were a little red. The redness spread from the auricle to the earlobe, standing out starkly against her fair skin.

Just as she was about to tease her a bit more, Xiao Wu came over from the side, tossing her bunny ears and braids, and curiously looked at this one and then that one:

"What are you talking about regarding Li Qiu?"

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both shut their mouths at the same time.

One turned to look at Flender in the distance, while the other lowered her head to adjust her cuffs.

Xiao Wu stood there for two seconds, and seeing that no one paid any attention to her, she pouted, snorted, and climbed into the back seat of the Soul-Guide Car.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing then got into the car, sitting on either side of Xiao Wu with Xiao Wu between them, neither looking at the other.

Li Qiu started the Soul-Guide Car and drove forward steadily.

Flender' dilapidated carriage followed behind, creaking and groaning as its wheels bounced so hard on the gravel road that it hurt one's backside.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and a few others were crammed into the carriage, swaying back and forth with the undulations of the road.

Flender sat on the carriage shaft, driving the horses, while Zhao Wuji dozed off in a corner of the carriage.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the back of the carriage, his legs dangling outside the carriage floor, his gaze fixed on the taillights of the Soul-Guide Car in front of him.

He got angrier and angrier the more he looked at it.

That Li Qiu was only level 10-12 when he joined Shrek, and he didn't even have many Soul Ring. Now, in just a few days, he's already level 30.

He had planned it all out perfectly: once Tang San obtained his Third Soul Ring, he would be able to easily surpass Li Qiu, and then he would lure Li Qiu away from Flender to become his disciple.

As a result, this kid seemed to have taken a magic pill; his Soul Power surged, changing every day, as easily as eating and drinking.

Yu Xiaogang couldn't understand it, no matter how hard he tried. He had studied Martial Soul Theory for half his life and had never seen anyone advance more than ten levels in just a few days.

This isn't cultivation; it's clearly cheating.

Flender also stared at the Soul-Guide Car, his desire growing stronger with each glance.

The carriage was smooth and shiny, and it flew in the air without making a sound, far superior to his dilapidated horse-drawn carriage.

He leaned out from the carriage shaft and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Li Qiu —could you build one of those Soul-Guide Car for the academy too?"

It can be used as a school bus, and it's convenient for getting in and out. Name your price in Gold Soul Coin!

Ning Rongrong's head popped out of the rear window of the Soul-Guide Car, her pink hair blowing backward in the wind. She rolled her eyes at Flender and slammed her voice back:

"You're dreaming! This young lady offered three million Gold Soul Coin, and Brother Qiu wouldn't even give it to me. Do you think he'd do it for you?"

Besides, this Soul-Guide Car can fly; it's unique in the Douluo Continent. You're dreaming!

"You little brat!"

Flender's face darkened, and he was speechless again at the mention of three million. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, he finally managed to shout, his neck stiff with anger.

"Surely you can build a car that doesn't need to fly?"

Li Qiu turned her head from the Driver's Seat, a wicked smile playing on her lips:

"Flying isn't necessary, but it has to be 200,000 Gold Soul Coin and Rare Metal, otherwise forget it."

Flender turned green upon hearing this.

Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin are like stars in the sky to Shrek; they couldn't scrape together that amount even if they sold everything they owned.

That brat just spouts nonsense without any consideration for others.

He yanked hard on the reins, muttering "Never mind, never mind," and completely abandoned the idea.

Zhao Wuji hummed softly with his eyes closed in the carriage, it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or sighing.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the back of the car, his face darkening further.

[Seven Treasure Little Princess: Li Qiu's Soul-Guide Car is so cool it's unbelievable! The Dean wanted one but didn't give it to him, haha... I want one too...]

Ning Rongrong took a picture of the interior of the Soul-Guide Car and posted it to the group. In the picture, you can see Li Qiu's profile as he drives, Xiao Wu's back as she leans against the window looking at the scenery, and Zhu Zhuqing sitting upright in her seat meditating.

The moment the photo was posted, the group chat exploded.

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Hehe, Li Qiu is really awesome.]

Little Qian Renxue sat behind Qian Daoliu, staring at the photos in the group chat for several moments, a slight smile curving her lips.

She thought to herself, "So Brother Qiu didn't build the Soul-Guide Car for Ning Rongrong and the others. That means I can't post pictures of the Soul-Guide Car in the group anymore. The more I post, the easier it will be for them to guess that Li Qiu is the Group Owner."

Let the Group Owner keep pretending; it won't make a difference if it takes a little longer.

She closed the Chat Window, looked up, and saw that Qian Daoliu had already put away the Soul-Guide Car. The two of them landed in front of a rocky slope deep in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Below the slope lay a wide valley, in the center of which lay a giant golden lion, its mane billowing like flames, its back adorned with black, lightning-like stripes, and with each breath, tiny bolts of lightning shot from its nostrils.

Qian Daoliu spread his wings behind him, the silvery-white feathers gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He glanced back at Xiao Xue'er, his voice calm. "Xue'er, prepare for the final blow."