Bing Jiu and Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

Ning Rongrong was immediately puzzled, but the next second...

"Mm!"

A surge of scorching heat suddenly churned through her blood. Ning Rongrong's cheeks instantly flushed red as she stared at Bing Jiu in disbelief.

"You..."

"Shh—"

Bing Jiu pressed a finger to her lips. "It wouldn't be fun if I said it out loud, Miss Ning Rongrong. I suggest you tell your father about this. After all... a Martial Soul Fusion Skill isn't some common ability!"

That was right. Perhaps due to some special connection in their bloodlines, Bing Jiu and Ning Rongrong possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill between them!

Bing Jiu had not known at first, because the martial soul that resonated with Ning Rongrong was her most powerful first martial soul, the Clear Sky Pagoda. Its power was not something the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda could sense.

She had to relax slightly before it could be felt.

Hearing Bing Jiu's words, Ning Rongrong was clearly flustered. She nodded and hurried away.

Seeing this, Tuoba Xi clenched his fists and could not help asking, "Saintess, why are you helping people like them? They're your enemies."

"Tuoba Xi, you're thinking too shallowly."

Bing Jiu swirled the red wine in her cup and took a light sip, savoring the sweet fragrance that burst across her tongue.

Her face was filled with lingering delight.

"A mere five million Gold Soul Coins to bind them to Heaven Dou is well worth it. And money is often what makes people... fall into depravity! Still, this Martial Soul Fusion Skill truly was unexpected."

"How does the Saintess plan to deal with it? Should we..."

"No need. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the most important piece in this grand game, and as their Young Sect Master, she is an indispensable corner!"

With a click, Bing Jiu moved a blood-red chess piece. It landed in the very center of the board with a tap.

"Checkmate."

At the same time, at Shrek Academy's residence

"Ah, Rongrong, how much money did you ask the Saintess for this time?"

Tang San flatteringly patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, reaching for the black card.

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks and slapped his hand away with a smack, looking thoroughly displeased. "Hmph! When I was in danger before, none of you cared about me. What nerve do you have to come asking me for money now?"

"Come on, Rongrong, aren't you fine?"

"Fine? Tang San, are you even human? This time, it was only because this Young Sect Master had some connection with the Crown Prince. Otherwise, did you think the Spirit Hall Saintess would care about us? Hmph!"

"You..."

After being rebuked like that, Tang San could no longer keep up appearances. His face immediately darkened.

Ning Rongrong turned to look at him. Usually, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others stuck together, so she naturally did not dare offend them too much. But things were different now.

"Tang San, remember this."

Ning Rongrong smiled as she tapped Tang San on the chest. "The only reason you can stay here is because of this Young Sect Master's favor. Who do you think you are? You want to hit me? Do you believe I'll tell my sister, the Saintess?"

Tang San clenched his fists, but in the end, he said nothing.

Yet his heart was filled with cold laughter.

Hmph! Ning Rongrong, you can only act smug for so long. That Saintess was obviously interested in me during the day. Once I win her over, what trump card will you have left to fight me with!

In the end, it was only when the Grandmaster stepped in to mediate that this farce came to a halt.

After that, an official document concerning Shrek Academy, personally signed by Bing Jiu, arrived.

Flender took one look and nearly dropped his glasses in shock.

First, the members of Shrek Academy would compete in this Pan-continental Advanced Soul Master Competition as Heavenly Lantern Royal Academy's second team. They would have an entire campus to themselves, and all expenses would be covered by the academy!

Furthermore, if they could make it into the tournament held in Spirit City, they would receive Shrek Academy's plaque and be allowed to establish themselves independently from then on!

At the bottom, Bing Jiu had also allocated an additional ten million Gold Soul Coins for their various expenses.

Flender read the document eight times before finally putting it down.

This... not only were they being given money, they were even allowed to establish themselves independently?

Could such a good thing really exist in this world!

"Of course."

Tang San secretly rejoiced.

He thought Bing Jiu must have sent all this specifically to pursue him.

If Bing Jiu knew what he was thinking right now, she would probably strike him dead on the spot...

That night

Bing Jiu did not return to the palace this time. She stayed overnight at the academy to deal with the remaining matters.

Until midnight, a commotion suddenly arose outside.

"What are you doing? Are you courting death? This is the residence of the Spirit Hall Saintess!"

"I know... Sect Master Tuoba, but I still have several questions I wish to ask the Saintess. I must trouble you to announce me."

"Get lost!"

Bing Jiu had been waiting for him, but Tuoba Xi's roar mixed with that cowardly man's pleas, throwing her thoughts into disorder for a moment.

Then she slammed her hand against the table and shouted, "Let him in!"

Outside, it instantly fell silent...

With a dark expression, Tuoba Xi opened the door and let the trembling Yu Xiaogang inside.

Ling Yuan Douluo played with a flickering flame. "Watch your eyes. If you see anything you shouldn't, I'll burn them out!"

"Yes..."

Yu Xiaogang wiped the sweat from his face and approached Bing Jiu with several thick books in hand. Lowering his head, he spoke respectfully.

"Saintess, I... I have some insights concerning martial souls. They may be of some help to you?"

"Of help? Hehe."

Bing Jiu was immediately amused.

This man was actually still clinging to his worthless theories! Just how stupid was he!

"So, Yu Xiaogang—oh, no, I should call you Grandmaster. Grandmaster, are you saying your teachings are more useful than those of my mother, Pope Bibi Dong?"

"Mother!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened instantly. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Bing Jiu by the shoulders.

"You are..."

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish his second word, killing intent erupted from Bing Jiu's blood-red eyes. She raised her hand in an instant, and with a crack, dislocated Yu Xiaogang's arm.

"How dare you!"

"Take your filthy hands off her!"

Ling Yuan and Tuoba Xi rushed forward as well, a long blade and a fireball simultaneously pressed against Yu Xiaogang's neck.

"Ah! I... no, I didn't mean to."

Yu Xiaogang's body trembled as he hurriedly looked at Bing Jiu with pleading eyes.

Bing Jiu sighed. "Let him go."

"But, Saintess..."

"I never repeat myself. Do your jobs properly!"

"Yes..."

The two glared fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, hating that they had not simply taken his life earlier.

Having narrowly escaped death, Yu Xiaogang's heart pounded wildly.

"Saintess... Saintess, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's fine. But it seems my guess was correct. There truly is a connection between you and my mother."

Bing Jiu handed Yu Xiaogang a cup of tea, then waved Tuoba Xi and the other away, smiling warmly.

"Now, before you ask me your questions, tell me first—what exactly happened back then..."