What the Hell Are You Blushing For?

"There are countless martial souls in this world, and owners of sword martial souls are even more numerous. Even I couldn't identify one on the spot.

If you want to know more, Miss Yuehua, why not visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? As one of the world's foremost masters of the sword martial soul, Sword Douluo

would certainly know more than I do. Asking him would be better than asking me.

Or could it be... that you suspect him, Miss Yuehua?"

Sunday explained casually. If Tang Yuehua wanted information, she could go ask for it herself.

At Sunday's final, suspicious question, Tang Yuehua hurriedly waved her hands in denial.

"You must be joking, sir. I'm only an ordinary citizen. How could I dare suspect His Excellency Sword Douluo? You absolutely mustn't say such a thing."

Tang Yuehua was more than a little anxious now. She couldn't bear having such an enormous accusation pinned on her.

If Ning Fengzhi heard about this, who knew how he might make her suffer?

"Teacher, you're here too?"

A pleasantly surprised voice came from nearby, easing the awkward atmosphere between them considerably.

Sunday looked up and saw Ning Rongrong running toward them, pulling along a woman in a tight black outfit.

Tang Yuehua had naturally met the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Demoness before, but her arrival still came as something of a surprise.

What is she doing here?

Sunday stood up, looking somewhat puzzled.

"What brings you here?"

Ning Rongrong ran up to him and stuck out her tongue.

"Bleh! Dad sent me. He, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone are all injured.

He said that as the Young Sect Master, I need to learn to handle things too, so he sent me to take a look. This incident has had quite an impact, after all."

Sunday nodded. There was nothing wrong with Ning Fengzhi's decision; all the sect's leading representatives were injured.

Having Ning Rongrong appear as the Young Sect Master was indeed the best choice.

"What about her?"

Sunday looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who stood rather awkwardly behind Ning Rongrong, and asked another question.

"Oh, Zhu Zhuqing!"

At Sunday's question, Ning Rongrong pulled Zhu Zhuqing out from behind her as though suddenly remembering she was there.

"I ran into Zhu Zhuqing on the way. She was being bullied at the academy, so I brought her out to clear her head."

Sunday's mouth twitched speechlessly. Another person out to clear her head?

He looked around at the crumbling walls and ruins. This place was barely better than a demolition site. He truly couldn't understand why they wanted to come here.

"Hello, Your Excellency Sunday. My name is Zhu Zhuqing."

Zhu Zhuqing wrung her delicate hands together and bit her lip, her voice nervous.

"Hello, Miss Zhu Zhuqing."

Sunday looked at Ning Rongrong and extended a hand to introduce Tang Yuehua.

"This is the Moonlight Pavilion Master, Miss Tang Yuehua."

At the sight of Tang Yuehua, Ning Rongrong's delicate brows furrowed. What is this old woman doing here?

On the surface, however, she still put on a sweet smile and spoke obediently.

"Hello, Auntie Moonlight Pavilion."

"..."

Sunday and Zhu Zhuqing were caught completely off guard by Ning Rongrong's words. Couldn't she at least gossip behind the woman's back? Was it really a good idea to call her old right to her face?

Tang Yuehua paused, then smiled faintly, her voice entirely unruffled.

"Hehe, I'm certainly not as young as you girls anymore."

Tang Yuehua wasn't an ill-mannered woman like Liu Erlong. Years of cultivating her temperament at the Moonlight Pavilion, together with her Noble Ring, had given her exceptional composure.

Naturally, she paid no mind to Ning Rongrong's childish, make-believe attack.

She could at least count herself as someone with a little experience, so Ning Rongrong's behavior was easy enough to understand.

After all, what young maiden's heart didn't stir with thoughts of love?

Seeing that her attack had achieved nothing, Ning Rongrong curled her lips disdainfully.

"All right, this isn't a place for you two children. Go play somewhere else. Once this matter is settled, I'll take you to obtain soul rings tomorrow."

Sunday waved them away. Such a lovely early morning, ruined by this bunch.

Hearing Sunday say he would help Ning Rongrong obtain a soul ring, Zhu Zhuqing looked at her in shock.

"Rongrong, you broke through? Weren't you only level twenty-seven?"

Zhu Zhuqing excitedly gripped Ning Rongrong's arms and shook her repeatedly.

Dizzy from all the shaking, Ning Rongrong hurriedly pulled herself free.

"Zhu Zhuqing, stop shaking me."

After taking a moment to recover, Ning Rongrong lifted her chin and puffed out her chest, her voice carrying a hint of pride and showing off.

"As you can see, I'm already level thirty."

Zhu Zhuqing could hardly believe what she heard.

"Level thirty... You broke through three levels in a row in only ten days or so..."

Standing nearby, Tang Yuehua also raised her eyebrows at their conversation.

Advancing a martial soul's level wasn't as easy as drinking water. On the Douluo Continent, meditation was the only way to break through.

Zhu Zhuqing had said Ning Rongrong was previously level twenty-seven. For her to break through in just a few days, she must have mastered some special method.

At that thought, Tang Yuehua turned her gaze toward Sunday.

If... this is true, it would be an enormous help to the Clear Sky Sect.

After her mind stalled for a moment, Zhu Zhuqing came back to her senses and immediately pressed for an answer.

"Rongrong, can you tell me how you broke through? This is really important to me. Please!"

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's earnest expression, Ning Rongrong found herself in a difficult position.

Ning Fengzhi had come to see her yesterday and asked about her cultivation. Upon learning that her martial soul had evolved, her father had told her she absolutely mustn't let anyone else find out.

Because the more people knew that Sunday possessed a method to rapidly improve cultivation, or even achieve Martial Soul Evolution,

the more likely it was to unleash a disaster and wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's advantage entirely.

Ning Rongrong wasn't a little child. Naturally, she understood how important this was. If she simply told Zhu Zhuqing...

Although she and Zhu Zhuqing called each other sisters, that was only on the surface.

"Rongrong, please."

Zhu Zhuqing's heart grew heavy. Naturally, she had noticed Ning Rongrong's hesitation, but for the sake of that matter, she had to know.

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing plead again, Ning Rongrong turned to Sunday for help.

"Well... Teacher helped me with this. I don't know what it was either. Zhu Zhuqing, you should ask Teacher."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong pushed Zhu Zhuqing in front of Sunday.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Sunday, at a loss for what to do.

"Your Excellency Sunday..."

With his arms folded, Sunday looked at Zhu Zhuqing, whose head was lowered as though she wished she could bury it right in there, and couldn't help marveling.

Probably only Topaz could compare. That's seriously overpowered.

Outwardly, however, he still spoke casually.

"No need to be so nervous. Just call me Teacher or sir, like Rongrong and the others."

"Then... Teacher, is what Rongrong said true?"

Zhu Zhuqing lifted her head and stole a glance at Sunday's mature face, her cheeks reddening slightly.

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, who was practically giving off steam, Sunday really wanted to ask, What the hell are you blushing for?

"Yes. I once sought out some rare medicinal herbs and used them to prepare a potion that helps increase soul power."

As Sunday finished speaking, both Zhu Zhuqing's and Tang Yuehua's eyes lit up.