Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Luo Sanpao, a Counterattack Against the Dragon God

Chapter 19 Ning Yuyan: You looked down on me in the past, but you can't reach me now!

“Miss Yu Yan…”

Just as Ning Yuyan was about to step onto the steps leading to the council hall.

The elders finally recovered from their shock and regret. Led by the one-armed Soul Douluo elder, they staggered after her and blocked her way.

Their demeanor no longer carried any trace of the dignity of elders; instead, it was filled with respect, even... a hint of pleading.

"On behalf of the sect, I thank you for saving my life!"

The one-armed elder bowed deeply, his voice hoarse but sincere.

Ning Yuyan stopped and calmly glanced at them without saying a word.

The elder known as "Old Ming" was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. He stepped forward and said in a trembling voice:
"Yu Yan, we were wrong!"
The sect has wronged you!
Back then... back then we were short-sighted, we were blinded by those ridiculous rules!

Please... please stay!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School needs you!

"Need me?"

Ning Yuyan finally spoke, her voice cold and tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sixty years ago, what you needed was an obedient, pure-blooded marriage tool to consolidate your sect's position."

Back then, Ning Yuyan was disliked and even slandered by some elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School because of her mutated martial soul.

They wanted Ning Yuyan to go through a marriage alliance.

Ning Yuyan refused and went out to make her way in the world, where she met Yu Jingcheng.

However, it was from that time that Ning Yuyan was expelled from the sect.

Ning Yuyan paused, her gaze becoming even sharper, as if it could pierce the souls of these elders.

"What you need now is a level 96 fighter to protect the sect's safety."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's 'needs' are so realistic it's disgusting."

These words were like an invisible slap in the face of the elders.

Their faces turned red with shame, and they were so ashamed they wanted to disappear.

Yes, they never truly cared about her as a person; all they cared about was her perceived worth.

Ning Yuyan had no interest in seeing their embarrassed expressions and continued calmly:
"I took action not for the sake of the sect."

First, it's because your sect leader, Ning Fengzhi, begged me to return and protect your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; it's just an exchange of interests.

Secondly, it was because this noisy, flat-feathered bird disturbed my peace and quiet.

Ning Yuyan's reason was simple and direct, yet it completely distanced her from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

After saying that, she ignored the stunned elders, walked past them, and went straight into the tower where she used to live.

Inside the tower, it was spotless, clearly indicating that it was meticulously cleaned every day.

Everything here remains exactly as it was when she left.

Ning Yuyan's gaze swept across the room without lingering.

She walked to a dressing table, extended her slender fingers, and gently pressed a hidden spot under the tabletop.

"Click."

A wooden plank popped open, revealing a hidden compartment.

In the hidden compartment, a simple wooden box lay quietly.

Ning Yuyan took out the wooden box and gently opened it.

There were no priceless jewels inside, only a withered foxtail grass tied with a red string, and a slightly yellowed piece of paper.

There were two lines of text on the note.

One line is written in a bold and unrestrained style:

"I give you my beloved jade inkstone; I will never fail you in this life."

The other line was a delicate and beautiful response, brimming with happiness:

"This is a gift to my husband, a promise that will never change."

Looking at the note, a subtle, unnoticed tenderness finally melted into Ning Yuyan's icy eyes.

This was what he left behind, and it was also her last memento. She carefully closed the wooden box and tucked it into her bosom.

When she stepped out of the tower again, the last trace of attachment she had to this place had been completely severed.

She walked towards the gate of the mountain.

"Tamaken!"

Elder Ming, unwilling to give up, chased after them again, his voice filled with a final glimmer of hope.

"Feng Zhi... the sect leader has always missed you!"

He often stares blankly at your portrait; he cherishes you as his little sister!

Ning Yuyan paused slightly, but did not turn around.

The night wind blew her long hair, and her ethereal yet resolute voice clearly reached the ears of every elder.

“Tell him that from the moment I stepped out of the mountain gate sixty years ago, ‘Ning Yuyan’ was already dead.”

"The only one who is alive is Yu Jingcheng's wife."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Yuyan's figure flickered a few times and then completely disappeared into the thick night, as if she had never existed.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation, and a group of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School elders standing motionless in the wind, their hearts filled with endless regret and despair.

They knew that although their sect had been saved tonight, they had also lost forever a god who should have belonged to them...

After a moment.

In the distance, two dazzling streaks of light pierced the night sky at an astonishing speed, hurtling towards the sect!

One sword aura soared into the sky, sharp and unparalleled; the other was ghostly and unpredictable.

Also involved was Ning Fengzhi, who is now an 86th-level Soul Douluo.

"It's Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo!"

"The sect leader and the others are back!"

The surviving disciples cheered with relief, as if they had found their pillar of support.

Almost in the blink of an eye, two figures landed on the sect square, followed closely by Ning Fengzhi, who was rushing back at full speed with a solemn expression.

The moment they saw the scene before them, even the three of them, with their composure, couldn't help but gasp in shock.

The mountain gate was shattered, the buildings collapsed, and the square was filled with blood, the corpses of disciples and men in black everywhere.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the burnt smell of colliding soul power, as if the entire sect had just survived an apocalyptic catastrophe.

"What...what's going on?!"

Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale, and he swayed, almost unable to stand.

The thing he was most worried about finally happened!
As expected, the Spirit Hall launched a surprise attack while they were away!

"Fengzhi!"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong instantly flanked Ning Fengzhi, their auras exploding as they warily scanned their surroundings.

"Where are the enemies?!"

Chen Xin gripped the Seven Kill Sword, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Old men, are you still alive?"

Gu Rong's voice was even more direct; he saw the disheveled elders not far away.

The one-armed elder and Elder Ming exchanged a glance, their faces filled with bitterness and shame.

They went forward and bowed deeply to Ning Fengzhi and the other two.

"Sect Master, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo... you've returned."

"In the end what happened?!"

Ning Fengzhi asked anxiously, "Where is the enemy? What are the sect's casualties?"

The one-armed elder took a deep breath, steadied his trembling voice, and began to recount everything that had happened in that short period of time.

"Just half an hour ago, the Spirit Hall launched a surprise attack. Led by Title Douluo 'Ling Yuan,' they brought four Soul Douluos and nearly thirty elites of Soul Emperor rank or above, intending to massacre our sect..."

(End of this chapter)