Ning Rongrong Mocks Yu Xiaogang: His Martial Soul Is a Pig!

Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance.

Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and Oscar approached from the training ground.

Yu Xiaogang stopped as soon as he saw the three of them.

"Have you seen Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun?"

Xiao Wu shook her head.

"No."

Oscar looked around.

"They left this morning and haven't come back."

Tang San frowned.

"The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament is about to begin."

"Running around at a time like this really isn't appropriate."

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Xiao Wu blinked.

"We're just resting here."

"I wasn't talking about you."

Yu Xiaogang looked into the distance.

"Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun spend every day playing outside instead of cultivating."

"Have they forgotten they're about to compete in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament?"

"Competition between Soul Masters never stops."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Tang San and Oscar.

"While you're resting, Soul Masters from other academies are cultivating."

"While you're fooling around outside, others have already increased their Soul Power."

"When you step into the arena, how will you defeat your opponents?"

Xiao Wu lowered her head.

Ning Rongrong, however, gave a faint curl of her lip.

Yu Xiaogang continued:

"There are no shortcuts on the path of a Soul Master."

"Only by cultivating without pause can you reach greater heights."

"If you lack even that much discipline, you'll end up a useless Soul Master."

With that, Yu Xiaogang turned and headed for the training ground.

Tang San and Oscar hurried after him.

Xiao Wu and the other two remained where they were.

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue.

"There he goes again."

"He's always calling other people useless Soul Masters."

Ning Rongrong watched Yu Xiaogang leave.

"He's only level twenty-nine himself."

"And his Martial Soul is a pig."

"What gives him the right to lecture anyone?"

Xiao Wu immediately covered her mouth.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Ning Rongrong.

But Ning Rongrong kept staring after him.

"He says Soul Masters can't rely on luck and can only cultivate through hard work."

"But after all these years of cultivation, he still hasn't broken through level thirty."

"He demands things of other people every day that he can't even do himself."

Xiao Wu nodded.

"Rongrong, you have a point."

Ning Rongrong folded her arms.

"I just think the things he says are ridiculous."

Zhu Zhuqing did not join their discussion.

She looked up at Bo Saixi in the sky.

Third-Level God.

Sea God's Nine Trials.

Invincible on the ocean.

The words surfaced in her mind again and again.

She slowly rose to her feet.

"I'm going to train."

Ning Rongrong turned toward her.

"Right now?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"The tournament is about to begin."

"I can't fall behind."

With that, she headed for the training ground.

Xiao Wu watched Zhu Zhuqing walk away.

"Zhu Zhuqing's getting more and more serious."

Ning Rongrong sat on the grass, gently swinging her legs.

"Bo Saixi must have lit a fire under her."

She looked up at the sky again.

On the Golden Rankings, Bo Saixi's name still shone.

Ning Rongrong propped her chin on her hand.

"I really want to know what the person in first place is like."

Just then.

Dai Mubai came back from the distance, supporting Ma Hongjun step by step.

Ma Hongjun's clothes were in tatters, his skin was scorched black, all his hair was gone, and several charred streaks marked his face.

His body swayed slightly with every step.

Tang San immediately went to meet them.

"Boss Dai, what happened to you?"

Dai Mubai shook his head with a bitter smile.

"We got beaten up."

Tang San looked behind him.

"Where's Ma Hongjun?"

Dai Mubai raised a hand and pointed beside him.

"Isn't he right here?"

Tang San followed his finger.

His brow furrowed as soon as he saw the blackened figure.

"Ma Hongjun isn't here."

Ning Rongrong rose from the grass and studied the figure closely.

"Boss Dai, what's this lump you're holding up?"

Xiao Wu came over too.

She walked a circle around Ma Hongjun.

"He looks like a roast suckling pig."

Ma Hongjun stiffened.

"You don't recognize me?"

Ning Rongrong blinked.

"Who are you?"

Ma Hongjun raised a hand, baring a mouth missing two teeth.

"I'm Ma Hongjun!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Ning Rongrong could not hold back and burst out laughing.

Her laughter rang across the square, even louder than usual.

"You're Ma Hongjun?"

Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling.

Oscar hurriedly turned his face away, but he could not keep the corners of his mouth down.

Even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing raised a hand to cover her lips.

She fought to hold back her laughter, but her body shook gently.

Ma Hongjun watched their reactions, his expression growing uglier.

"Do you have any loyalty to your friends?"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly waved a hand.

"I just didn't expect you could still talk."

"The way you look now, you really do resemble a roast suckling pig."

Ma Hongjun looked down at himself.

His clothes were torn to shreds, his skin was charred, and ash still clung to his face.

As he recalled everything that had happened, his expression turned grim.

Tang San put away his smile.

"What exactly happened?"

Dai Mubai helped Ma Hongjun sit down.

"We ran into three women while we were out."

"They're also students competing in the Soul Master Tournament."

"When Fatty saw them, he went over to chat them up, and things turned ugly."

Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun.

"You provoked them first?"

Ma Hongjun avoided his gaze.

"I only said a few things to them."

"Who knew that red-haired woman wouldn't listen to reason?"

Xiao Wu gave a soft snort.

"Weren't you just saying you wanted to take one of them away?"

Ma Hongjun's expression changed.

"How did you know?"

Ning Rongrong folded her arms.

"One look at you tells me."

"You must have said something awful again."

Dai Mubai raised a hand and rubbed his chest.

"That woman is incredibly strong."

"She looks about my age, but she's already a Soul Emperor."

Tang San's expression changed at once.

"A Soul Emperor?"

Everyone in the square turned to look.

Dai Mubai's Soul Power was only at level forty-three.

Ma Hongjun's was just over level thirty.

Yet the opponent they had encountered was already above level sixty.

A Soul Emperor under twenty was rare even across the entire continent.

Oscar's eyes widened.

"Is she really under twenty?"

"She certainly looked about our age."

Dai Mubai nodded.

"Her Soul Ring Configuration was strange too."

"Two purple Soul Rings and four black ones."

"What kind of configuration is that?"

Ning Rongrong's expression shifted.

As the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she knew what the ages of Soul Rings signified.

Two purple and four black Soul Rings were far beyond what an ordinary Soul Master could withstand.