Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 82 How about becoming my disciple?

"The mission failed?"

Opening the scroll in her hand, the girl frowned slightly upon seeing the glaring scarlet word "failure," but calmly continued to flip to the next page of records.

"Two dead, three seriously injured, and one permanently disabled."

"Team leader's name: Kross, 43 years old, Martial Soul: Blood Axe."

"The soul armor is worn in many places, and the right hand and arm armor shattered together after being unable to withstand multiple attacks."

"The defense should be sufficient, but flexibility still needs improvement."

The other two fallen squad members died for the same reason: the seemingly sturdy soul armor could only withstand so much damage, and the defenses in each area would gradually weaken as the damage accumulated.

But that's okay. With this data, the direction for improving the Soul Armor is also clear.

"Let me see. There's something whose properties seem quite suitable. Using the alloy forging method that Senior Lou Gao mentioned, its flexibility should be greatly improved."

After rummaging through the messy lab bench, Ning Rongrong tossed a slightly yellowish iron ingot onto the wooden table. She picked up a strange pair of monocular glasses and carefully examined it from left to right for a long time before leaving a scribbled note in her notebook.

"The flexibility and density are sufficient. I won't worry about the rest. I'll leave the rest to Senior Lou Gao. He's a renowned master craftsman, after all. He should be fine, right?"

"The tasks ahead are still very heavy."

Ning Rongrong rubbed her eyes. In just a few days, some faint black marks had appeared under the little witch's eyes, but these were just minor things that didn't bother her much.

Her past interest in business was merely to attract her father's attention. Even the unruly little witch in the sect sometimes longed to be genuinely praised.

It was only when she occasionally came into contact with soul tools that she seemed to realize that there are different kinds of liking, and she understood more about how happy it is to please herself.

Ning Rongrong's lips curled up as she skillfully flipped to the front of the notebook. The notebook contained three-view drawings of the "First Generation Soul Armor," and she erased the dense notes next to it one by one, then wrote new content.

"Battery life remains a major issue. Instead of reducing its own consumption, perhaps it would be better to design a separate place to store soul power?"

"Does such a soul tool really exist?"

"Besides the materials, the various attributes of the 'Soul Armor' itself also depend on the choice of soul power path—is it focused on defense? Or offense?"

"That's also a problem."

"Da da da—"

Just as she was lost in thought, a crisp knock on the door completely disrupted her train of thought. The girl opened the laboratory door with a gloomy face, only to be met with a pretty face that carried a hint of allure.

"Hu Liena, is something wrong?"

"Hey, watch your mouth. I came to see you because I have something to say. Otherwise, do you think I wanted to come?"

The little fox standing at the doorway vanished from its smile in an instant: "Get ready, Master wants to see you."

Your master wants to see me?

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up: "His Holiness the Pope is awake?"

"Hurry up and get ready. It's too impolite to keep the master waiting," Hu Liena said, covering her nose and looking at her with disdain. "How long have you been in there without showering? You smell terrible, and your dark circles are so bad."

"We're going to see my master later, the most esteemed figure in the Spirit Hall. Bring out some better clothes, don't wear that same old white coat you never wear!"

"Rongrong, you've only been here for a few months, but you seem more like a man than Elder Ju."

In Ning Rongrong's indifferent, deadpan eyes, Hu Liena vented all her complaints in one breath, then peeked out at her messy lab and immediately slapped herself in the face.

"Good heavens, you're a girl! How can your place be so messy!"

"Hurry up and pack your things, damn it, I really don't want to deal with you anymore!"

"Who cares what I do? I have a boyfriend, you know."

"Stop talking nonsense and go take a shower. I'll help you choose clothes!!!"

Amid Hu Liena's unbearable roar, Ning Rongrong had no choice but to sneak into the bathroom and light a fire under the iron bucket to boil water.

Inside the room, Hu Liena covered her face and let out a sharp scream the moment she opened the wardrobe!

"Ning Rongrong, are you really a woman? Why are you all wearing white coats? Don't you have any other clothes?!"

"Your Holiness, Lord Bai Ze, good day."

"Come and sit down, no need for formalities."

"Yes."

Ning Rongrong sat nervously on the small wooden chair, her eyes involuntarily scanning the private courtyard in front of her. The golden light fell on the small courtyard, as if gilding the flowers that were vying for attention with a layer of gold powder, making it as beautiful as a painting.

But people are even more beautiful than flowers.

She sat obediently in the chair with her head down and hands on her lap, glancing up occasionally with a look of confusion and helplessness on her face.

The Pope, who had been neglecting her duties for several months, still appeared calm and composed, her face showing none of her usual majesty or indifference. She gathered her skirts and slowly squatted down, holding a watering can in her right hand, wholeheartedly watering the flowers in the courtyard.

"I heard Elder Ju mention you yesterday. You're very hardworking. You've been driving most of the progress on the soul tool."

"what?"

Ning Rongrong scratched her face: "It's alright. Actually, most of the work still relies on Senior Lou Gao and Elder Ju. And since the Spirit Hall didn't preserve the complete system of knowledge about soul tools, I don't think I can be of much help."

The little witch, who always learns and becomes proficient at everything, stumbled when it came to soul tools. Lacking any foundation and not even understanding the core of soul power, she still managed to gain access to the archives with Yue Guan's help.

For the next week, she spent most of her time there, and with the help of both talent and interest, Ning Rongrong was able to keep up with the pace.

Then it grew at an alarming rate, leaving Yue Guan and Lou Gao, who had been watching closely, in awe.

"You have a real talent for this. The more you work hard, the better."

"Okay, I'll definitely try my best!"

"But no matter what, you can't skimp on rest. You can't withstand going without sleep for days and nights with your current cultivation level."

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The empty kettle was left on the small stone table, where it was patted and played with by the little white beast. The girl in front of her bit her lip, looking conflicted, as if she wanted to touch it but didn't dare.

Harmonious and touching.

The Pope saw everything.

"I'm talking about Rongrong."

As she habitually stroked the girl's soft hair, Bibi Dong's face was filled with a long-lost joy and languor, as if she were playing with a cute yet nervous little beast.

"How about becoming my disciple, just like Nana?"

"ah?!"

(End of this chapter)