Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

At this moment, Wang Teng had returned to human form and was standing next to the dead Glazed Deer, quietly looking at his masterpiece.

"Wang Teng, your strength is amazing now!"

Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed at Wang Teng, looking him up and down with disbelief, her voice filled with astonishment.

"You took down a 30,000-year-old soul beast in one move?"

"That's thirty thousand years, not three thousand!"

“I’ve heard from the elders in the sect that even a Soul Saint-level Soul Master would have to put in some effort to deal with a 30,000-year-old Soul Beast, but you just finished it off in a flash.”

Wang Teng chuckled at Ning Rongrong's exaggerated tone, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, stop praising me. You should hurry up and absorb your spirit ring."

"If we dawdle any longer, it will really get dark."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and said no more.

She took out a short sword from her storage soul tool and walked to the Glazed Deer.

Ning Rongrong accurately pierced the neck of the Glazed Deer with her short sword.

As blood gushed out, the last vestige of life in the soul beast vanished.

A black spirit ring emerged from the corpse, hovering quietly in the twilight, radiating a warm and pure light—the unique aura of a light-type spirit beast.

Ning Rongrong sheathed her short sword and sat cross-legged below the spirit ring.

She closed her eyes, and the phantom of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda slowly appeared behind her, crystal clear and dazzling.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda rotated slightly, emitting a gentle suction force that drew the black soul ring little by little towards it, merging it into the pagoda's body.

The moment the spirit ring entered her body, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda suddenly lit up, emitting a dazzling golden halo that enveloped Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's face was calm, her breathing was even, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she did not show any signs of pain.

The sky gradually darkened.

Wang Teng gathered some dry firewood from the surrounding area and lit a bonfire with a tinderbox.

The orange-red flames danced across the grassland, dispelling the chill of the night.

Zhu Zhuqing sat by the campfire and began to roast meat.

The meat here is from that Bright Spirit Deer we just saw. It's tender and perfect for grilling.

The oil dripped onto the flame, making a sizzling sound and releasing a fragrant aroma.

Sword Douluo closed his eyes to rest, sitting cross-legged to the side. Occasionally, he would open his eyes to glance in Ning Rongrong's direction to make sure she was alright, and then close his eyes again.

The moon slowly rose from behind the eastern mountain ridge, its cool light spilling across the grassland and gilding everything with a silvery glow.

The light from the campfire mingled with the moonlight, illuminating Ning Rongrong's serene face.

Several hours later, Ning Rongrong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sixty-two!"

Ning Rongrong sensed the changes in her soul power and couldn't help but cheer. She then quickly ran to the campfire and sat down next to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing silently handed her a skewer of grilled venison.

Ning Rongrong took it, blew on it to cool it down, and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

She was indeed starving. Although the food was passable during those four months in the far north, it couldn't compare to this freshly roasted venison.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an irresistible aroma, Ning Rongrong ate several skewers in a row before finally slowing down, completely satisfied.

After eating and drinking their fill, the four sat around the campfire, none of them rushing to sleep.

The night breeze blew across the grassland, carrying the scent of grass and earth, mingling with the chirping of insects from the distant forest, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Ning Rongrong hugged her knees, staring at the flickering flames, her gaze suddenly becoming somewhat lost in thought.

After a long silence, she said softly, "Speaking of which... it's been a full five years since the Soul Master Competition ended and I parted ways with everyone at Shrek Academy."

"We made a promise to reunite at Shrek five years later."

"Now that we've counted the days, it's been more than a month since the agreed-upon time."

"I wonder how Xiao San and the others are doing. Is Fatty still as unreliable as ever? Has Xiao Ao's sausage gotten even worse...?"

Ning Rongrong's voice grew softer and softer until it became a murmur to herself.

Wang Teng leaned against a large rock, fiddling with a charred stick in his hand, and casually asked, "What, are you still planning to go back to Shrek?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head slightly, seemingly considering her words, and then said somewhat shyly, "It would be good to go back and see everyone."

“I know that Zhu Qing and Dai Mubai don’t get along very well, and you also have some past issues with the Grandmaster…”

"But I don't have any conflicts with the rest of them."

"Xiao Ao, Xiao San, Fatty, and Xiao Wu, I get along with them all quite well."

"I've missed them so much, it's been so many years."

Wang Teng remained silent for a moment, his expression not changing much. He simply hummed in agreement and then said, "Alright, alright."

"Let's go back to the sect first."

"Once we return to the Haotian Sect, meet with Father and Uncle, and explain everything clearly, if you still want to visit Shrek Academy, then go ahead."

"Anyway, your legs are your own, and no one can stop you."

After Wang Teng finished speaking, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally added, "By the way, please give my regards to Oscar."

Ning Rongrong was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then smiled.

"it is good."

Ning Rongrong responded softly, smiling.

The night breeze swept across the campfire, and sparks rose up, scattering into the starlight.

None of the four spoke again, each lost in their own thoughts.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned on Wang Teng's shoulder, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even and long.

Sword Douluo remained seated cross-legged, like a statue, the moonlight outlining his aged yet resolute features.

Ning Rongrong looked up at the starry sky, a faint smile on her lips.

The campfire crackled, and the night passed without incident.

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Nine treasures are transformed into crystal; nine treasures have a name.

One is: strength,

The second thing is: speed.

Thirdly: Soul

Fourthly: Imperial,

Fifthly: Attack,

The sixth saying is: Healed

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First Soul Skill: Netherworld Thrust

Second Soul Skill: Netherworld Hundred Claws

Third Soul Skill: Netherworld Slash

Fourth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Clone

Fifth Soul Skill: Netherworld Shadow Link

Sixth Soul Skill: Netherworld Possession

Chapter 485 Chrysanthemum Douluo and Dugu Bo

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, in a dimly lit poisonous swamp, two figures were slowly walking forward along the soft, wet muddy bank.

These two were none other than the elders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School: Dugu Bo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

At this moment, Dugu Bo walked ahead, slightly hunched over, his gaze sweeping across the clumps of poisonous weeds like a broom, muttering to himself, "This ghost-face mushroom isn't old enough..."

"This Seven-Star Heartbreak Grass is alright, but unfortunately it's growing too sparsely; it won't survive if I dig it up and replant it..."

"what?"

Dugu Bo suddenly stopped, squatted down, and carefully parted a rotten leaf to reveal a small, red, coral-like blade of grass underneath.

His eyes lit up, and he took out a jade shovel from his pocket. Slowly, inch by inch, he dug it out, mud and roots intact. He held it in his palm and examined it for a long time, nodding in satisfaction. Then he put it into a special leather pouch at his waist.

Chrysanthemum Douluo followed about three steps behind Dugu Bo, walking at a leisurely pace.

He was also looking for poisonous herbs.

The two of them worked together seamlessly, one in front and one behind.

However, this tacit understanding could not mask the awkwardness between them, with neither willing to yield to the other.

"Old poisoner, are you already carrying three or four plants in that skin?"

"Stop pretending. If you pretend too much, you'll damage the roots and the plant won't survive. Sect Leader Ning will hold you accountable."

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly spoke up from behind, his voice carrying a slightly sarcastic tone.

Dugu Bo didn't even turn his head, and snorted disdainfully: "What do you know? Whether it grows or not is my business. You, a flower grower, have the nerve to show off in front of me?"

"This time, the search for herbs wasn't mainly done by me."

"you--!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo choked for a moment, his face turning pale and then red.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again, repeating this several times before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Old Poisoner, let me tell you, if we weren't from the same sect now, I would have already let you taste the power of my Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum."

"Tsk, who are you trying to scare?"

Dugu Bo turned away nonchalantly and continued his search.