Qian Renxue withdrew her hands.
The cold and flames dissipated with them.
"Grandpa, I understand."
She came before Qian Daoliu.
Her long golden hair slid off her shoulder.
Qian Renxue raised a hand and tucked the strands hanging over her chest behind her ear.
"When are we leaving?"
"Now."
Qian Daoliu looked at the medicinal herbs surrounding the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
She had already absorbed most of the immortal herbs suitable for her.
The remaining immortal herbs each had their uses.
There was little point in staying here any longer.
Hearing their conversation, Dugu Bo immediately stepped forward.
"Are you preparing to leave, Senior?"
"Yes."
Qian Daoliu looked at Dugu Bo.
"Stay in Sunset Forest."
"Guard the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."
Dugu Bo bowed.
"Understood, Senior."
Qian Daoliu glanced at Dugu Yan again.
"The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison in her body has been cleared."
"If you don't want her to repeat the same mistakes, transfer the poison into a Soul Bone."
Dugu Bo's expression grew serious.
He soon understood the principle behind it.
A Soul Bone was connected to a Soul Master's body, yet could also serve as a separate vessel.
As long as the poison was concentrated within a Soul Bone, it could be kept from invading the meridians and internal organs.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
Dugu Yan bowed as well.
"Thank you, Senior Qian."
She lifted her face and looked at Qian Daoliu again.
Qian Renxue took a step forward, blocking her line of sight.
"Grandpa, let's go."
Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
Golden Soul Power spread from his body.
The radiance of the Six-Winged Angel enveloped Qian Renxue.
Their bodies slowly rose from the ground.
Qian Renxue stood within the sacred radiance, her tall figure wrapped in a long white dress.
The skirt unfurled in the wind.
Her long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric.
Her long golden hair streamed behind her, revealing her fair, slender neck.
She lowered her head to look at Dugu Yan in the valley.
Dugu Yan was also looking up at her.
Their gazes briefly met.
Qian Renxue slipped her hand around Qian Daoliu's arm.
Her delicate body moved a little closer to her grandfather.
The next moment, golden light shot into the sky.
Their figures soon vanished above the valley.
Dugu Yan withdrew her gaze.
"Grandpa."
"Who is the woman beside Senior Qian?"
Dugu Bo glanced at her.
"The young mistress of Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue."
"She is also Senior Qian Daoliu's only granddaughter."
Dugu Yan nodded gently.
No wonder Qian Renxue possessed such outstanding talent and bearing.
The heir to the Six-Winged Angel lineage.
The young mistress of Spirit Hall.
Such status was indeed enough to eclipse countless geniuses across the continent.
Dugu Bo clasped his hands behind his back.
"Yanyan."
"Senior Qian Daoliu is not someone you can approach as you please."
Dugu Yan's cheeks flushed red.
"What are you talking about, Grandpa?"
"I'm only grateful to him for saving my life."
Dugu Bo did not expose her.
"That had better be the case."
Heaven Dou City.
Zhao Wuji walked down the street.
He held the rough map Zhu Zhuqing had drawn.
According to the markings on the map, the restaurant was not far ahead.
Zhao Wuji soon found the place.
He entered the restaurant and went straight to the counter.
"Did a white-haired man come here a few days ago?"
The shopkeeper sized Zhao Wuji up.
"Who are you looking for, sir?"
"A white-haired man and two exceptionally beautiful women."
Zhao Wuji pressed a hand onto the counter.
"One of the women wore a pale green dress."
The shopkeeper immediately recalled what had happened that day.
The white-haired man had made no particular attempt to conceal his actions when taking Ning Rongrong away.
Quite a few people in the restaurant had seen it.
"They did come here."
"After that white-haired guest took Miss Ning away, he went to another hotel in the city."
Zhao Wuji perked up.
"Which one?"
The shopkeeper told him the hotel's location.
Zhao Wuji turned and left.
After asking around, he soon arrived outside the hotel he was looking for.
The hotel's main doors were tightly shut.
No guests entered or left.
Zhao Wuji came up to the doors and pounded on them several times.
"Open up!"
A moment later, the hotel's shopkeeper opened one of the doors a crack.
"Sir, someone has booked the entire hotel."
"We aren't accepting outside guests today."
Zhao Wuji raised a hand and pushed the door open.
"I'm not here for a room."
"I'm looking for someone."
The shopkeeper tried to stop him.
Zhao Wuji had already walked past him.
"Is Ning Rongrong here?"
The shopkeeper's expression shifted slightly.
He did not know Ning Rongrong's identity.
But he remembered Qian Daoliu's instructions before leaving.
No one was to enter the hotel without permission.
"Sir, please leave."
"This hotel now belongs to that white-haired guest."
Zhao Wuji stopped.
"So this is the place."
He grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar.
"Which room is Ning Rongrong in?"
The shopkeeper dared not conceal it.
"The innermost suite on the top floor."
Zhao Wuji released his grip.
He strode up the stairs.
There were no attendants in the hotel.
The guests who had originally been staying here had all left as well.
The entire corridor was silent, without the slightest sound.
Zhao Wuji reached the top floor.
The innermost suite soon came into view.
The door was not locked.
There was nothing unusual about its surface, either.
He raised a hand and pulled the handle.
The door did not budge.
"A restriction?"
Zhao Wuji pressed a hand against the door.
A layer of golden divine runes emerged.
The runes interlaced, swiftly forming a barrier.
The barrier kept his palm outside.
Inside the room.
Ning Rongrong was sitting beside the bed.
Several days of captivity had long since stripped her of her initial arrogance.
Her pale green dress had become quite wrinkled.
Her smooth, long hair looked disheveled as well.
Her face was slightly pale.
The finger marks on her neck had faded.
The palm prints on both cheeks had faded as well.
Every day, Ning Rongrong waited for someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to rescue her.
Yet there was never any sound outside.
Just as she thought she would remain trapped here, footsteps finally sounded outside the door.
Ning Rongrong immediately rose from the bed.
"Is anyone out there?"
Hearing her call, Zhao Wuji's expression immediately relaxed.
"Rongrong, it's me."
Ning Rongrong recognized Zhao Wuji.
She rushed to the door.
"Teacher Zhao!"
"You're finally here!"
Ning Rongrong slapped both hands against the door.
The golden barrier kept her trapped inside the room.
She could not see Zhao Wuji through the door, but she knew that help had finally arrived.
"Teacher Zhao, hurry and let me out!"
"That white-haired man has kept me locked in here for days!"
"He even took my Storage Soul Tool!"
"He took everything inside it!"
The more Ning Rongrong spoke, the more wronged she felt.
Over the past few days, she had not seen anyone.
The food prepared in the room had long since run out.
Her Soul Tool had also been taken away by Qian Daoliu.
She could only sustain herself on water and scraps of food.
Zhao Wuji placed his palm against the golden barrier.
"Rongrong, stand farther back."
"I'll break the restriction now."
Ning Rongrong immediately backed away.
She watched the door, a spark returning to her eyes.
Zhao Wuji was the Immovable Wisdom King.
A level seventy-six Power Attack System Battle Soul Saint.
Back when powerful fighters from Spirit Hall had hunted him down, he had still managed to escape unscathed thanks to his formidable defenses.
How could a restriction outside a room possibly stop him?
"Teacher Zhao."
"Once you let me out, you have to avenge me!"
"That White-Haired Man hit me, too!"
"He nearly killed me!"
Zhao Wuji's brow furrowed.
"Don't worry."
"He dared to lay a hand on a student of Shrek Academy. I won't let him get away with it."
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