Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.
"Since she chose to provoke us, she should pay the price."
Ning Rongrong watched Qian Renxue take her belongings, her face turning pale with heartache.
Many of the pills and Spirit Grass among them had been specially prepared for her by Ning Fengzhi.
That piece of Soul-Gathering Jade was even a gift from Sword Douluo.
She had always been reluctant to use it and had kept it in her Soul Tool.
Now, everything had fallen into Qian Renxue's hands.
Ning Rongrong wanted to demand them back.
But when her gaze fell on Qian Daoliu's palm, she remembered the agony of suffocating.
She could only swallow the words on the tip of her tongue.
The room fell silent.
All the other guests in the hotel had already left.
The shopkeeper and attendants did not dare approach this floor either.
Ning Rongrong looked at the tightly shut door, growing increasingly afraid.
She no longer had anyone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect protecting her.
Zhu Zhuqing had not followed her here either.
Qian Daoliu had booked the entire hotel.
Even if something happened here, no one would discover it anytime soon.
Ning Rongrong forced herself to calm down.
She knew there was no use continuing to threaten Qian Daoliu.
He did not even think anything of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
If she wanted to escape, she could only yield for now.
Ning Rongrong lowered her head.
"I've already given you the Storage Soul Tool."
"I don't want the pills, Spirit Grass, or Gold Soul Coins inside it anymore either."
"Let's leave today's matter at that."
"Let me leave."
"I can guarantee that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't pursue this."
Qian Daoliu turned to look at her.
"You think you've already conceded a great deal?"
Ning Rongrong pressed her lips tightly together.
"Those things are worth at least tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coins."
"I've given them all to you."
"Isn't that enough?"
"Besides, I know I was wrong..."
Qian Daoliu walked up to her.
Ning Rongrong instinctively pressed herself against the wall.
"You don't know you were wrong."
"You only know you're going to die."
Ning Rongrong's face paled.
"I'm already willing to settle this."
"As long as you let me go, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really can refrain from taking revenge on you."
Qian Daoliu looked down at her.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"What does it amount to?"
Ning Rongrong's face was pale.
She had not expected Qian Daoliu to think nothing even of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"Aside from Spirit Hall, what sect on the continent can surpass the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Pressed against the wall, Ning Rongrong struggled to remain composed.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth rivals that of a nation."
"The sect's disciples are spread throughout the Heaven Dou Empire."
"Sword Grandpa and Grandpa Bone are Titled Douluo renowned across the continent."
"No matter how powerful you are, you can't possibly oppose the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect alone."
She glanced at Qian Renxue behind Qian Daoliu.
"Even if you aren't afraid for yourself, won't you consider the people around you?"
"Can you bear the consequences of offending the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Qian Renxue's gaze darkened.
She was about to speak when Qian Daoliu raised his hand.
Pale golden Soul Power flowed from his fingertips.
Fine divine runes rapidly crawled over the room's walls.
Golden radiance appeared across the floor, windows, and door.
An invisible force enveloped the entire room.
Noticing the changes around her, Ning Rongrong felt fear rise in her heart again.
"What are you going to do?"
Qian Daoliu lowered his hand.
"Don't you want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take revenge on me?"
"I'll give you that chance."
Ning Rongrong froze in place.
Qian Daoliu looked toward the door.
"This room has been sealed off by a restriction."
"With your strength, you cannot leave."
"As for whether the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can find you, that will depend on their abilities."
Ning Rongrong's pupils abruptly contracted.
Qian Daoliu had already booked the entire hotel.
The shopkeeper and attendants would not readily approach.
If the entire room was also sealed off by Soul Power, the people outside would have no idea she was imprisoned here.
She rushed toward Qian Daoliu.
"You can't leave!"
The moment Ning Rongrong reached Qian Daoliu, a layer of golden light blocked her.
Bang!
She fell onto the floor.
Her pale green dress spread around her.
The palm print on her cheek and the finger marks on her neck were still clearly visible.
Qian Daoliu did not look at her again.
"Xue'er."
"Let's go."
Qian Renxue followed her grandfather.
The two walked out of the room one after the other.
The door closed by itself behind them.
Ning Rongrong hurriedly scrambled up from the floor.
"Stop!"
"Let me out right now!"
She rushed to the door and pulled hard on the handle.
The door was not locked.
But beyond the door panel lay an indestructible Soul Power barrier.
Ning Rongrong released her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Brilliant jeweled light bloomed in her palm.
Three Soul Rings rose with it.
"Seven Treasures Have Names."
"The first is strength!"
The support light fell upon her.
Ning Rongrong raised her right foot and kicked the door viciously.
The golden divine runes flickered faintly.
A rebounding force traveled through her right leg and spread throughout her body.
Ning Rongrong staggered back several steps.
Her footing faltered, and she fell to the floor again.
"Let me out!"
"Come back!"
There was no response from outside.
Enduring the pain in her leg, Ning Rongrong stood up again.
She went to the window, hoping to leave through it.
Before her slender hand could touch the window frame, the golden barrier appeared again.
No matter how she channeled her Soul Power, she could not shake the barrier in the slightest.
She kept pounding on the window.
Pedestrians still passed along the street.
Yet not one of them looked toward the room.
Though only a single window separated them, she could not transmit any sound or movement outside.
Ning Rongrong finally understood that Qian Daoliu had not been trying to scare her.
This room had become a cage.
She had no food.
No pills.
Even her Storage Soul Tool had been taken by Qian Daoliu.
Ning Rongrong rushed back to the door.
"Whoever you are, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't let you off!"
"Dad will definitely find me!"
"Sword Grandpa and Grandpa Bone will come to save me too!"
She shouted again and again.
There was still no response from the corridor outside.
Outside Heaven Dou City.
In a secluded grove.
Qian Daoliu stopped beside a stream.
Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, falling upon the clear water.
Qian Renxue stopped after him.
She glanced back toward Heaven Dou City.
"Grandpa."
"Are we really going to keep Ning Rongrong locked up there forever?"
Qian Daoliu's expression was calm.
"If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cannot even find its own Sect Master's daughter, there is no need for it to continue existing."
Qian Renxue nodded gently.
Ning Rongrong had first fought over the hair accessory.
Then she had tried to use a woman's chastity to slander her grandfather.
Had her grandfather not been so powerful, anyone else in his place would already have suffered an undeserved calamity.
Now, Ning Rongrong had merely been imprisoned.
This was the price she ought to bear.
Qian Daoliu took several jade bottles and wooden boxes out of the Storage Soul Tool.
These were all things he had just obtained from Ning Rongrong.
The jade bottles contained Soul-Gathering Pills and pills that restored Soul Power.
The wooden boxes held spirit ganoderma, snow jade flowers, and purple jade ginseng.
Qian Daoliu opened a golden wooden box.
A stalk of Spirit Grass, pale gold all over, lay quietly inside.
Its slender leaves gave off a pure aura of light.
"This is Golden Sun Grass."
"It is nearly five hundred years old, and its attributes align with those of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul."
"Taking it can refine your Soul Power."
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