Shrek.
Ma Hongjun was dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open for a long time.
"Th-this is talking about Rongrong?"
"My heavens! Rongrong actually becomes a god in the future?"
"Rongrong..."
Oscar's face was filled with shock, yet a hint of dejection surfaced as well.
Ning Rongrong was destined to become a god, while he was merely a lowly food-type Soul Master.
The gap between them was too great.
Beside them, towering waves had already surged through Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's heart.
Ning Rongrong would become a god in the future?
He made up his mind instantly.
Once Ning Rongrong returned, he would personally take her as his disciple!
Nurturing a future god would bring him an even greater sense of achievement than Tang San, and would be the greatest glory of his life.
Of course, he could not let Tang San slip away either.
Ning Rongrong and Tang San were both his fine disciples.
As expected of my disciple!
Grandmaster looked at Ning Rongrong's statue, brimming with divinity in the sky screen, and could not help nodding in admiration.
In his heart, he already regarded her as his disciple.
In contrast to Shrek's delight, the atmosphere in Spirit Hall's Worship Hall was unbearably heavy.
Were Divine Envoys naturally gods?
Could all the Nine Divine Emissaries of that Human Emperor World be gods?
Qian Daoliu sat in the seat of honor, his brows tightly furrowed.
The Human Emperor World was already this powerful.
Then how powerful would the Peerless Tang Sect timeline, ranked alongside it, be?
His eyes were filled with profound wariness.
"Pass down my orders. Keep the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect under constant surveillance! Report immediately once Ning Rongrong returns!"
"Yes."
The attendant bowed to accept the order and hurried out.
The alert level throughout Spirit Hall instantly rose to its highest.
Human Emperor Academy.
"Rongrong, what's wrong?"
"You're really out of sorts today. Why don't you go back and rest?"
Xiao Xiao looked at the distracted Ning Rongrong and gently urged her.
Ning Rongrong immediately shook her head, her eyes filled with excitement and curiosity.
"I'm fine! I'm not tired at all. Let's keep going!"
She desperately wanted to see with her own eyes just what the nine treasure glazed tile golden age she had created looked like.
Battle Plaza.
Boom, boom, boom-
Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas, every single one of them, hovered in the hands of several uniformed students.
Ning Rongrong instantly froze in place, her eyes widening.
"H-how are there so many Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas?"
"They're all Ning Clan disciples. Rongrong, don't tell me that after your martial soul regressed, you haven't even seen your clansmen's martial souls?"
Xiao Xiao took her hand with sympathy.
Ning Rongrong froze. Her martial soul had regressed?
My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda counts as a regressed martial soul?
Do you know that mine is the continent's number one support-type martial soul?!
What martial soul has the nerve...
Oh, it's the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Never mind, then.
A smile returned to Ning Rongrong's face.
"Ah, right, right. My martial soul regressed, hahaha."
Now that she knew she would become a god in the future, even temporary hardships tasted sweet. Ning Rongrong felt positively delighted.
"Is this real? So many Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagodas?"
"That's impossible, isn't it?"
"Hahahaha! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is going to prosper!"
Ning Fengzhi threw back his head and laughed with excitement, tears in his eyes.
"Fake. It's absolutely fake!"
Grandmaster's face was livid as he refuted it in a low voice.
"According to my research, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's bloodline is stable. Evolution in batches is absolutely impossible! These are merely simulated images, not reality!"
Yet after he finished speaking...
Everyone fell silent, looking at him with hesitation in their eyes.
Clearly, they no longer blindly believed Grandmaster's theories.
Grandmaster lost all face, anger and frustration filling his heart.
Unable to refute them, he could only turn and stare at Tang San on the other side of the sky screen, silently hoping.
Little San!
Someone's bullying your teacher!
Hurry up and do something about them.
Peerless Tang Sect world.
Evening.
Dressed in plain cloth clothes, Tang San crouched in front of a street stall, grilling fish, his entire face as dark as still water.
The identity the system had implanted for him was that of a Tang Sect member.
The good news.
The Tang Sect had indeed survived, and had even enjoyed a glorious past.
But the bad news was...
The present Tang Sect had long since declined into obscurity, and even had to rely on him selling grilled fish at a stall to earn a meager living.
He had crossed ten thousand years, only to end up stooping to grill fish by the roadside.
At that very moment...
How Tang San wished he could negotiate directly with the academy and say, I am Tang San, Shrek Academy's founding ancestor!
I, Tang San. Send money.
And what made his fury burn hottest was...
The Tang Sect originally had one quota for a tuition and miscellaneous fee waiver, but Tang Ya had insisted on giving it to Huo Yuhao beside him, on the grounds that his talent was sufficient and he needed no preferential treatment.
Tang San raised his eyes to look at Huo Yuhao beside him, his gaze filled with coldness.
If this fellow had not joined the Tang Sect partway through, that quota would have been his.
You stole my quota.
Huo Yuhao, you have already given me cause to kill you.
Tang San coldly pronounced this verdict in his heart.
Human Emperor World.
Netherworld Hall.
Bibi Dong stayed quietly where she was, closing her eyes and silently sorting through the memories in her mind.
She was the Second Divine Envoy's maidservant.
Ordinarily, she had no other duties. She was simply there to accompany the Second Divine Envoy whenever the Human Emperor needed them, and go...
Bibi Dong's face instantly flushed scarlet, her expression indignant.
How could she have such an identity?
What bullshit Human Emperor? I am the dignified pope of Spirit Hall, the Rakshasa God's inheritor! How could I do that sort of thing with him?
She wanted to start over!
"Why has the pope's face turned red?"
"Huh? Now it's gone dark again?"
"Hiss, that expression looks like the bashful look someone gets when thinking about that sort of thing."
"Could the pope be yearning for romance?"
"Don't slander the pope!"
On the Douluo Continent, Bibi Dong's minute expressions were magnified on the sky screen, letting everyone see them clearly.
Heaven Dou City.
Qian Renxue, currently disguised as Xue Qinghe, gaped as she saw her mother's embarrassed, angry expression in the sky.
It really was an eye-opener.
This woman could actually make an expression other than indifference?
Who knew whom she had thought of? Was she thinking of Qian Renxue's father?
"Dong'er."
"Why did you abandon me back then? In what way was I inferior to Qian Xunji?"
Seeing Bibi Dong, whom he had constantly longed for, once more, Yu Xiaogang felt indignant resentment, his fists clenched tightly.
Fine, fine, fine.
Since you look down on me, I'll show you who will have the last laugh.
Now he had two disciples, along with Ning Rongrong, who was certain to become a god in the future. He would definitely make Bibi Dong regret it.
Bibi Dong, you have already given me cause to kill you!
As for whether Ning Rongrong would refuse to become his disciple?
What a joke.
He was Grandmaster, the man whose research into martial souls ran deepest on the entire continent.
Even if Ning Rongrong truly did not know better and refused, he still had Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others to persuade her.
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