Ning Rongrong Was Defiled!

In the scene.

Shi Xuan did not spare the dead spider on the ground another glance.

His gaze shifted slightly, settling on Ning Rongrong, who sat slumped on the ground with her clothes somewhat disheveled.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's lovely, delicate face and fair skin, a trace of surprise flashed through Shi Xuan's eyes.

"Hmm?"

"How did an ordinary woman without a trace of Yuan Power appear out of nowhere in this Ancient Battlefield?"

Hearing Shi Xuan's puzzlement.

Ning Rongrong's mind raced.

She had grown up in the sect, and what she did best was use her looks and status to act coy and win the protection of powerful people.

As far as she was concerned, no man could resist the charm of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess.

Ning Rongrong hurriedly tidied her hair.

Her eyes reddened slightly as she adopted a pitiful, fragile look and spoke in a sweet, dainty voice.

"Young master, thank you for saving my life."

"My name is Ning Rongrong. I accidentally lost my way in this forest."

"As long as you are willing to protect me, I will do everything I can to repay you..."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong deliberately thrust out her chest, showing off her budding curves.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's coy, calculating display.

Shi Xuan froze for a moment before a mocking, cold smile curled his lips.

"Repay me?"

"A piece of trash without even any Yuan Power, like you?"

Being called trash made Ning Rongrong seethe inside, but she forced herself not to lash out.

She knew that if she wanted someone this powerful to take her along, she had to show her worth.

"Young master, don't judge me by my lack of Yuan Power."

"I'm the number one support-type Soul Master on the Douluo Continent!"

"I can provide you with extremely powerful enhancements!"

With that, Ning Rongrong immediately activated the Soul Power inside her.

Yellow, yellow.

Two hundred-year Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Light Shines!"

Amid a dazzling burst of seven-colored light, an exquisite seven-story pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's hand.

"First: Strength! Second: Speed!"

Ning Rongrong flicked her fingertips in succession, and two rays of colored light instantly shot into Shi Xuan's body.

Feeling the trace of strength and lightness that had suddenly appeared inside him.

Shi Xuan frowned slightly, then carefully assessed it.

His strength and speed had increased by roughly twenty percent.

Although this enhancement was merely a cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood for someone half a step into the Nirvana Realm like him, in a place of life-and-death battles like the Hundred Dynasties War, even a sliver of extra strength was welcome.

"Interesting."

Shi Xuan looked at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand, some of the contempt fading from his eyes.

"A peculiar treasure that can provide enhancements out of thin air without consuming Yuan Power?"

Seeing that Shi Xuan seemed interested.

Ning Rongrong was ecstatic.

It's in the bag!

As long as he values my support abilities, these powerful people will protect me as their precious core, just like at Shrek Academy!

Ning Rongrong raised her chin. Her pitiful expression vanished instantly, replaced once more by her lofty young-lady demeanor.

"Well, young master?"

"As long as you promise to protect me properly from now on and not let anyone bully me."

"I'll reluctantly agree to become your exclusive support."

Seeing Ning Rongrong's self-important manner.

Sword Douluo, back in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, covered his eyes in anguish.

"You're being foolish, Rongrong!"

"In that world where the weak are meat for the strong, how dare you speak so haughtily to a god of slaughter!"

Sure enough, upon hearing Ning Rongrong lay out her conditions.

A cold smile instantly spread across Shi Xuan's sinister face.

"Become my exclusive support?"

"Heh, haven't you gotten something wrong?"

The moment he finished speaking.

Shi Xuan abruptly raised his hand.

A surge of violent black Yuan Power instantly transformed into a thick chain and shot out like a venomous snake.

Crack!

That Yuan Power chain mercilessly fastened itself around Ning Rongrong's fair, slender neck!

The tremendous force instantly yanked Ning Rongrong face-first onto the ground, scraping a large patch of skin from her pale forehead.

"Ah!! What are you doing!"

Ning Rongrong screamed in pain, desperately pulling at the chain around her neck with both hands, to no avail.

Shi Xuan looked down at Ning Rongrong as she struggled on the ground, then jerked the chain in his hand, dragging her to his feet like a dog.

"In the Ancient Battlefield, there are only the strong and the ants."

"Since that lousy pagoda of yours has some use, from today onward, you're a treasure slave serving this general."

"Once we reach the gathering point, if I run into any serious trouble, you'll make a convenient shield."

"If you dare utter another word of nonsense, I'll cripple your limbs right now and throw you among the Demonic Beasts!"

Feeling the Yuan Power chain around her neck, Ning Rongrong's tears instantly burst their banks.

In all her life, no one had ever even spoken harshly to her.

Now someone had actually leashed her by the neck like a dog!

"Let me go! I'm from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect-"

Smack!

Before Ning Rongrong could finish shouting, Shi Xuan merely twitched a finger without even turning his head.

The Yuan Power chain abruptly tightened, cutting off her breathing and dragging her more than ten meters across the ground. The rough gravel instantly scraped her delicate arms and thighs bloody.

"Another word, and I'll cut out your tongue."

Shi Xuan's voice held no inflection, as though he were disciplining a disobedient barnyard animal.

Ning Rongrong clutched her neck. The intense suffocation and agonizing pain all over her body brought her fully to her senses.

This man really would kill her!

In this other world, without her sect or Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone to protect her, her pitiful pride was worth less than a fart.

She could only hold back her tears, scramble up on her hands and feet, and stagger after Shi Xuan.

Over the following dozen or so days.

Shi Xuan kept Ning Rongrong leashed as he traveled deeper into the Ancient Battlefield.

It was also the first time she truly witnessed what a genuine higher-dimensional world was, and what it meant for human lives to be worth no more than grass.

Along the way, she saw far too many scenes that nearly stopped her heart.

A powerful cultivator radiating the aura of the Creation Realm Peak was torn to pieces by several martial artists of the same level while fighting over a spiritual herb; even his consciousness was extracted and refined on the spot.

An ancient Demonic Beast a hundred zhang tall, with an aura ten times more terrifying than the Titan Giant Ape's, had its head sliced off with a single stroke by a passing genius from a high-ranking dynasty, who casually took its Demon Crystal.

There were even massive melees between dynasties involving a hundred people or more at a time, the violent light of Yuan Power nearly staining the entire sky blood-red.

Amid those heaven-destroying, earth-shattering clashes of martial arts, the Soul Power Ning Rongrong took such pride in was even fainter than air.

She finally saw reality clearly.

The so-called Titled Douluo of the Douluo Continent truly were not even qualified to guard someone's gates here.

Half a month later.

Leading Ning Rongrong along, Shi Xuan arrived before an enormous city built from massive black rocks.

This was one of the Ancient Battlefield's gathering points.

Everyone passing through the city gates was a top genius from one dynasty or another.

Pick any one of them, and the fluctuations they emitted were at the Heavenly Origin Realm or even above the Form Creation Realm.

Shi Xuan tugged the chain and strode into the city.

Ning Rongrong followed behind like a slave, her clothes ragged, her hair disheveled, and the Yuan Power chain still fastened around her neck.

Unrestrained looks fell upon her from time to time, some mocking, some greedy, others indifferent.

Ning Rongrong kept her head lowered, so humiliated that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just then, a clamor of footsteps suddenly came from up ahead.

The crowded street was instantly forced clear, opening into a broad passage.

Then a burly, bald, bare-chested man covered in dark-red totem markings swaggered over, surrounded by a group of subordinates.

With every step the bald man took, the ground trembled slightly.

The aura he radiated was considerably stronger than Shi Xuan's. He was an actual Nirvana Realm expert!

"It's the Blood Lion Dynasty's Mad Lion, Gu Yan!"

Several hushed exclamations rose from the surrounding crowd. Everyone lowered their heads and retreated, not daring to meet the bald man's eyes.

Seeing who had arrived, Shi Xuan frowned and instinctively tried to pull Ning Rongrong aside.

But the moment he moved.

The Nirvana Realm expert named Gu Yan fixed his gaze directly on Ning Rongrong behind Shi Xuan.

More precisely, he had locked onto the trace of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's peculiar fluctuations lingering on her.

"Stop."

Gu Yan grinned, revealing a mouthful of eerily white teeth, and stepped straight into Shi Xuan's path.

Shi Xuan's expression shifted slightly, but he still cupped his hands.

"Brother Gu Yan, what can I do for you?"

Gu Yan ignored Shi Xuan entirely, instead studying the trembling Ning Rongrong with interest.

His gaze swept brazenly over Ning Rongrong's voluptuous figure, which even her filthy, disheveled state could not conceal.

"That bitch behind you is rather interesting."

Gu Yan rubbed his smooth chin, his voice rough and grating.

"She hasn't a trace of Yuan Power, yet there's a peculiar treasure hidden inside her that can enhance strength without consuming Yuan Power."

"She's quite a pretty little thing, too."

Gu Yan pointed a finger directly at Ning Rongrong and addressed Shi Xuan.

"Name your price."

"I'm buying this woman."

Hearing this.

Shi Xuan paused, then quickly began calculating inwardly.

Ning Rongrong's enhancements were indeed somewhat useful to him, but they were only "somewhat useful."

Faced with a Nirvana Realm expert's immense pressure and the prospect of profit, a treasure slave with no fighting ability could be discarded as a bargaining chip at any time.

"Since you've taken a liking to her, Brother Gu Yan, fifty thousand Nirvana Pills."

Shi Xuan named his price outright.

"Fifty thousand? Do you take me for a sucker?"

Gu Yan sneered, casually pulled a cloth bag from his Universe Bag, and tossed it at Shi Xuan's feet.

"Thirty thousand Nirvana Pills."

"I happen to need someone to warm my bed tonight. I'll harvest her essence while I'm at it and see whether that special enhancement ability can be transferred to me."

"Take the pills and get lost. Don't make me take her by force."

Shi Xuan hefted the cloth bag from the ground. After confirming the quantity, he did not hesitate.

He immediately dispelled the Yuan Power chain around Ning Rongrong's neck, turned, and left.

From beginning to end, he never gave Ning Rongrong another glance.

Ning Rongrong stood rooted to the spot in a daze.

Thirty thousand Nirvana Pills.

She was the dignified princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the most dazzling pearl of the Douluo Continent.

Yet in other people's eyes, she was worth only a few tens of thousands of pills!

And the man who bought her had openly declared, in front of so many people, that he would make her warm his bed and even use her as a cultivation cauldron to harvest her essence!

"N-no... don't..."

Ning Rongrong stared at the terrifying man with his face full of brutish flesh, backing away again and again in fright.

Gu Yan gave a savage grin, thrust out a hand as broad as a palm-leaf fan, and grabbed Ning Rongrong by the hair, lifting her bodily into the air.

"You worthless bitch. Serving me is your good fortune."

"Come on. Back to the inn with me to get down to business!"

With that, Gu Yan carried the crying, struggling Ning Rongrong like a little chick and strode toward a luxurious inn in the city.

On the Douluo Continent.

A roar that threatened to tear off the roof erupted inside the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Bastard!!! I'll kill him! I'll tear him into ten thousand pieces!!!"

Bone Douluo's eyes were blood-red, and the bones throughout his body cracked under the strain. His raging Soul Power directly fractured several pillars supporting the great hall's roof.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's face was even more livid. The Seven Kill Sword appeared before him uncontrollably, its sword energy slicing the surrounding floor tiles to pieces.

"Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi sat in the sect master's seat, watching his daughter being carried into the inn like a plaything by the burly man from another world on the screen of light.

This sect master, who had always been gentle and refined, now spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed in his chair.

He knew.

Once Ning Rongrong entered that inn, what awaited her would be torment more wretched than death.

Yet these so-called sect-protecting Douluos could only watch helplessly through the screen of light as their little princess was bought and sold like merchandise, reduced to a cultivation vessel for another world's martial artist to vent his bestial lust upon.

The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sank into an abyss of deathly silence and despair.

[Number Four Explorer, Ning Rongrong.]

[Encountered Gu Yan, a Nirvana Realm expert of the Blood Lion Dynasty.]

[Status: traded as merchandise.]

[Current identity: reduced to a Nirvana Realm expert's bedwarming cultivation vessel, about to undergo dual cultivation harvesting.]

[Live broadcast temporarily suspended.]

On the training grounds of Shrek Academy.

"Aah!!!"

A scream instantly shattered the surrounding silence.

Oscar's legs gave way, and he dropped straight to his knees in the mud.

He tilted his head back and gazed at the screen of light in the sky, tears mingling with snot as they streamed down his face.

"Rongrong! Let her go! You beast, let her go!"

Like a madman, Oscar crawled toward the screen of light on his hands and feet, as though he meant to drag the person inside it out.

But all he grasped were handfuls of mud.

At Shrek Academy, everyone knew he liked Ning Rongrong.

He worshipped this little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like a fairy, ordinarily unable to bear saying even a harsh word to her.

But now?

The girl he loved had a chain fastened around her neck, as though she were a dog on a leash.

She had been bought in the street for thirty thousand pills.

And tonight, she was about to be thrown onto a bed by that brutish-faced, burly man from another world and subjected to harvesting torment that would make life worse than death!

At the mere thought of those scenes, Oscar's internal organs convulsed violently.

"I'm useless! What kind of genius am I?!"

Oscar suddenly raised his fists and smashed them madly into the ground.

Once, twice-even when his knuckles were a bloody mess, with white bone faintly showing through, he did not stop.

"What use is my Big Sausage? What use is my Innate Full Soul Power?!"

"I can't even protect the woman I love! All I can do is watch helplessly as someone else defiles her!"

Oscar wailed, slamming his head hard against the ground, blood from his forehead running down his cheeks into the mud.