Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

At this moment, Rongrong showed her anger, slamming her hand hard on the desk. "If he loves Xueke, why does he keep calling her princess? Using love to provoke him and humiliate his feelings like this, how can he still laugh?"

"But didn't he swear an oath with his martial spirit?" Zhu Zhuqing had indeed heard Tang San swear an oath.

"Zhu Qing, oaths are the most unreliable things. You could even say that oaths exist to be broken! What's more, his oath was so ambiguous!"

"What does this mean?"

"For example, I swear I will never kill you, and I can even swear I will not kill you in any way or by implying to anyone. But what if I made a meticulous plan before I took the oath, so that I could surprise you a little?"

The naive Zhu Zhuqing had never imagined there was such a way, and it has to be said that she was persuaded by Ning Rongrong.

Looking at the door of the council hall, in the direction Tang San had left, Ning Rongrong's expression was extremely solemn. "He's like a profit-driven, shrewd opportunist. What he values ​​isn't Xiao Ke at all, but her status as a princess!"

"When he tried to prove it by swearing an oath with his martial spirit, it was enough to expose him, because he had no other way!"

"If my passionate feelings were questioned, my first reaction would definitely be disdain, or even outburst of anger. But his first reaction was to invite me to the engagement ceremony with a fake smile?"

Tang San was right at the time. Ning Rongrong was a girl, and she was considering Xue Ke's feelings as a friend.

But he was overthinking things. He was meticulously calculating and scheming against Ning Rongrong's status and identity, but he didn't consider her way of thinking and her perspective.

In matters of the heart, only sincerity can move people's hearts; if considerations of self-interest are mixed in, he will lose.

In another room, Qian Shui was directly confronting his son, who was arguing fiercely. He knew how Tang Buddha schemed against his daughter and son-in-law, and he also knew what Tang San was like when he truly faced his emotions.

As for restarting the elite tournament?

From Ning Rongrong's perspective, she might think that Tang San wanted to gain greater power through this, since he had three forces under his command: the Clear Sky Sect, the Tang Sect, and the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

He doesn't even need to win the final victory; as long as he gets a high ranking, Tang San will be the biggest beneficiary.

But what if we look at it together with Xue Qinghe's funeral?

The empire's call alone is not enough to get the major powers involved, even with the prestige of unification.

However, the subsequent grand funeral might not be so important. Xue Qinghe's reputation is enough; based on that alone, there will be enough people to attend the funeral.

If the signal for this competition is sent out now, the leaders of the various forces who have already come will consider whether to participate as well.

In this situation, what would happen if the chosen one forcefully ascended to the divine throne and suppressed all directions?

The idea was good, but Tang San wasn't strong enough.

If there's a certain information gap, he might actually succeed.

Thinking of this, Qian Shui couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity, those guys are probably going to make the most of the show, aren't they?"

Qian Shui wasn't the only one who could see through Tang San's intentions; Ning Rongrong wasn't alone in her thinking and fighting either.

For important government affairs, Ning Rongrong and her team never made decisions unilaterally, but instead held regular meetings through their communication soul guides.

Chen Sha: "Agreed! And not only should it be done well, it should be done on a large scale!"

Silver Gold: "Indeed, this finally feels like a game of strategy. A one-sided match is really boring."

Huan Hongchen: "Could we go a little further? For example, by adding soul tools?"

Chen Sha: "It's feasible!"

Ning Rongrong: "Hmph! I never expected him to make a fuss over Brother Xue's funeral!"

Ling Yunzhi: "Miss Rongrong, you're still a member of the Royal Fighting Team, right?"

Ning Rongrong: Oh? Ice Emperor's reminder is good!

You want to close the net, and so do I. In this kind of situation, whoever has the stronger ability will have the last laugh.

Putting down her communication device, Ning Rongrong said to Zhu Zhuqing, "Let's go, Zhuqing. This night is still long."

……

"Tang San, what do you mean! Qian Shui has shown up, and you still want to do this kind of nonsensical thing?!"

Thunder rumbled outside, but no rain fell, making this a sleepless night. The avalanche and Tang San, who were about to meet again, needed to verify the answers.

"Why is Your Highness so agitated?" Tang San said calmly, pressing down Xue Beng's hand that was gripping his collar. "He may not be the only one in the world who can conceal his martial soul, and that child may not be the son of Qian Shui!"

Tang San's words seemed to have a magical power; the avalanche fell silent. After a moment of quiet contemplation, he asked, "You mean Rongrong is trying to blow us up?"

“That’s one way to look at it.” Tang San affirmed Xue Beng’s idea and then began to analyze, “Doesn’t Your Highness find it strange? How could there be an 8-year-old Soul King at level 58? And with twin martial souls and innate full soul power?”

“Low-probability events can happen, but they can’t happen simultaneously. In terms of soul power alone, that child is even more terrifying than the record set by Qian Shui himself. Is that possible?”

Xue Beng thought Tang San's analysis was very correct. During the day, in the main hall, Ning Rongrong asserted her power with absolute force. On this basis, her words naturally made people believe her.

From this perspective, in the game of avalanche, he lost completely.

"Fourth Prince, I must remind you that you must let go of many things. Ning Rongrong is no longer the little girl she once was. You must recognize her as a formidable enemy and be prepared to kill her at any time; otherwise, you will only suffer defeat after defeat!"

From Tang San's perspective, Xue Beng was extremely reckless. If he had made prior arrangements and killed Ning Rongrong earlier, Tian Dou City wouldn't be in such a passive situation now.

You have to understand that the dead have no right to speak. Once Ning Rongrong is dead, no matter what storms may rage in the future, they will have absolute control and can say whatever they want.

Killing is a last resort, but it is the most effective, especially for Tang San, a member of the Tang Clan. To win, one must stop at nothing!

"It's late, and they've joined the game too." Looking in the direction of the dungeon where Dugu Yan was imprisoned, Tang San smiled confidently. "It seems our Supreme Ruler hasn't given me a chance to catch my breath!"

However, Xue Beng still had his worries: "Tang San, aren't you worried about Xiao Deng and the others? Xue Haicang really isn't dead!"

"Soul tools are amazing, but how can they transmit sound over such a long distance?" Tang San was extremely interested in soul tools and spared no effort in researching them. In his opinion, it was simply impossible to do such a thing.

Having ruled out non-existent possibilities, there's only one other possibility: "What if Ning Rongrong had only recorded the conversation beforehand?"

"A recording soul tool?! Rongrong is really clever!"

Chapter 314 Rescue and a Dangerous Encounter

"Is it really impossible not to spare their lives?"

"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles! If Your Highness spares them or leaves any trace, do you really want to face the wrath of the two titled Sword and Bone in the future?"

In this small room where one can see where Dugu Yan is imprisoned, Tang San and Xue Beng are still arguing about the fate of the figure in the darkness.

"Isn't there a small light here..."

"Yes, there is hope for the future, but how do we deal with Ning Rongrong's uncontrollability right now? She is like a sharp blade stuck in our hearts, constantly using her enormous prestige to completely squeeze us out of the center of power!"

Nodding slightly, Xue Beng agreed wholeheartedly, "Indeed, when all the officials came to pay their respects, Rongrong suddenly became the Xue Qinghe of yesteryear. The change in people's hearts is truly astonishing."

"That's why I did that nonsensical thing that the Fourth Prince mentioned." Tang San then replied to Xue Beng's first question.

Xue Beng, who prided himself on his intelligence, did indeed analyze Tang San's intentions after calming down: "You made preparations in case they didn't come to rescue Dugu Yan, right?"

The dim orange-yellow soul-guided lamps inside the room still made the lavishly decorated room shine, but the unlit areas were still filled with shadows. The same was true for the other half of Tang San's face, making his next words even more sinister: "Take advantage of this situation and surround and annihilate them!"

"On the surface, Ning Rongrong, whether in the former Crown Prince's residence or in Tiandou City, cannot die! Or more accurately, she cannot die if only one person is killed!"

But if we gather all the opponents together and annihilate them in one fell swoop, then there won't be a problem!

"Doesn't that mean we can get this done whether she comes or not?" Avalanche grasped the key point.

"Yes! But without Ning Rongrong forcefully returning with the Crown Prince and demanding the reporting of the grand funeral, we'd be in a difficult position!"

The night in Tiandou City was completely dark, with only flashes of lightning from the outside world illuminating the pitch-black streets.

Following the purple light emanating from Tang San, two figures were stealthily advancing in the direction he could see.

"Rongrong, are you really alright? If there's a Title Douluo guarding the area, I can escape, but you..."

Zhu Zhuqing, who was already dressed in a black tight leather outfit, didn't need to wear any night clothes. With her face covered, she was a perfect assassin.

Ning Rongrong, however, seemed to have borrowed Zhu Zhuqing's clothes, as her chest appeared somewhat bare.

With a flick of her little fist, Ning Rongrong's face, which was covered by a black cloth, flushed slightly. "Don't worry, my Eight Gates Technique, while not quite masterful, is certainly free to go out and enjoy freedom!"

This was something she originally enjoyed doing, and now that the little devil had rediscovered her true self, she was naturally quite excited. However, she tugged at her empty chest with some displeasure, saying, "Zhuqing, how did you grow up like this? I thought I must have grown up over the years, but compared to you, I'm completely unrecognizable!"

"Rongrong!"

"Alright, alright! Let's go!" Ning Rongrong waved her hand and quickly ended the conversation.

Ning Rongrong didn't know why Zhu Zhuqing walked so silently in high heels, just like how her leather jacket didn't fit her body. Anyway, they arrived at their destination quickly.

What's odd is that there's no one guarding this place, perhaps because it's secluded enough that there's no need to worry?

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing entered smoothly. Zhu Zhuqing's cat paw flashed, opening the cell door without a doubt, and they entered the spacious, yet gloomy and extremely cramped cell.

"Sister Yanzi!" Even though she had personally commanded the war of unification and was used to life and death, Ning Rongrong was still stunned by Dugu Yan's tragic state.

Although the green color was originally quite eerie, Dugu Yan was still a beauty. Now, she had been stripped naked and hung in mid-air, her body covered with burn marks and dense, dark red blisters.

Most of her beautiful hair had been burned off, leaving her almost unrecognizable.

Forcing his eyelids open, which had dried and stuck together, he shouted hoarsely, "Let's go!"

"Yes! Let's go! Zhuqing!"

A flash of dark light, and with a snap, the ropes binding Dugu Yan broke.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had draped an outer garment over Dugu Yan's shoulders, was already carrying her on her back and preparing to leave.

During this process, Ning Rongrong did not hesitate, "Qimen! Eight Gates Opening and Closing!"

In the blink of an eye, they were out of the cell, but this did not put them at ease, because the scene before them was not what they wanted to see at all.

"Supreme Governor? Is there no one else in Douluo Continent? How could a little girl wield such power!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, but what shocked Ning Rongrong was the enormous soul pressure that slowly appeared as he approached them, along with nine soul rings that were yellow, purple, black ...

"That kid has chosen a beautiful, scenic spot as the final resting place for those two beauties!"

Looking around, Ning Rongrong realized that they were no longer in Tiandou City, and that someone had tampered with her Qimen!

The sight of this primeval forest before her, along with the words of the middle-aged man who had pulled out a giant hammer, made Ning Rongrong realize where she was: "Sunset Forest! Haotian Sect!"

Desolate and uninhabited, the closest place to Tiandou City, the perfect place to kill and silence witnesses!

"That's right! Miss Rongrong is very clever, but unfortunately this is a deadly place! Let me tell you, in recent years, countless disciples of the Haotian Sect have died or been injured in the Sunset Forest, and even my sect's seventh elder was lost!"

From then on, Sunset Forest became a forbidden zone; no one dared to hunt souls there anymore! Because everyone who went in died!

As the saying goes, villains die from talking too much, but Ning Rongrong sensed something unusual: "Is Tang San trying to blame my death on this perilous place?"

"Yes! But there's no reward!" The middle-aged man said no more and brought his hammer down.

"Seven Treasures Transform into Glazed Glass! Seven Treasures True Form!" Ning Rongrong, who wanted to buy time, did not hesitate and directly activated full-power support on Zhu Zhuqing.