Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

But more than her physical discomfort, another thought was causing her greater anxiety—becoming stronger was of utmost urgency!

There's already another "chosen one" by the Holy One's side, and a terrifying one at that, capable of using scrolls at will. My own strength...

Although the Holy Spirit has not abandoned me yet, who can guarantee that the Holy Spirit will not abandon me one day in the future?

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with urgency:

"Your Highness! Once I've recovered, could I... train with you? Like before? Or even... even more rigorously! I'm sure I can handle it!"

She recalled the inhuman training she had undergone deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, in the Silver Dragon King's palace; though painful, the effects were immediate.

Gu Yuena's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

The urgency in Ning Rongrong's eyes, the desire to become stronger born from a sense of crisis, was clearly visible, even carrying a hint of... the fear of being abandoned?

She remembered the person who called himself "Xue Qinghe".

A strange emotion flickered through Gu Yuena's heart, but her face remained calm and composed as she gently shook her head.

"No need."

Her voice remained cool and aloof.

“Training isn’t the priority right now. Wait until you’ve rested properly,”

She paused.

"We must then set off to do something...of utmost importance."

Something of paramount importance?

These words instantly stirred up huge ripples in Ning Rongrong's heart.

She almost forgot her physical weakness, and suddenly propped herself up, asking urgently:

"What is it, Your Highness? Is it related to the Holy Spirit? Or... the Holy Spirit Cult?"

The two directions she could think of as "crucial" were nothing more than these two.

Gu Yuena watched as Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up instantly. She tilted her head slightly and clearly uttered three words:

"Wind Sword Sect".

Chapter 123 is just a game?

Ning Rongrong was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

There is an elder in the Wind Sword Sect.

It also corresponds to a Holy Spirit scroll.

With His Highness the Silver Dragon King by her side, she no longer needs to worry about unstable soul power.

Aside from the Holy Spirit scrolls of the seventh, eighth, and ninth elders, she also snatched the scroll of the fifth elder, and the Holy Spirit sent her two more Holy Spirit scrolls.

By now, she has handled six scrolls.

Only three volumes remain outside.

Among them, the scroll from the Wind Sword Sect should be the easiest to obtain.

Ning Rongrong didn't know why His Highness the Silver Dragon King had discovered something about the Holy Spirit Cult that led him to make the decision for her to hurry up and obtain the scroll, but she knew that the matter itself must be correct.

Moreover, since His Highness the Silver Dragon King has said so, she no longer needs to hesitate about whether to "rest" or "go to the Wind Sword Sect".

Thinking about it that way, it's actually not so bad.

-

Let's go back a little further in time.

Let's go back to the moment when Lu Ma and Xue Qinghe's bodies disappeared from everyone's sight.

Just as Chen Xin and Gu Rong's attacks missed, no one noticed that someone was hiding behind a pillar at the entrance of the main hall.

That was Qian Renxue.

He was still panting heavily.

Meanwhile, she was internally ranting and raving.

What does it mean that the Holy Spirit gave the Holy Spirit Scroll to someone else?

What does it mean that the Holy Spirit placed her in the most dangerous place and then left?

Yes.

People don't just disappear into thin air.

Qian Renxue doesn't know any spatial soul skills.

When Chen Xin and Gu Rong's attacks were about to hit her, she was still standing in the same spot, but she had an invisibility buff that she didn't know how she got.

It was only because she reacted quickly that she managed to dodge away in the instant the two were stunned. She also followed the Holy God's instructions to open the other scroll in Ning Rongrong's hand. Then, she wiped the mysterious crow-man's clothes and hid next to a pillar at the entrance of the main hall to catch her breath, which is how she survived.

Although she was not without a chance of winning against the two despite having a soul power of level 98, she simply didn't have time to react.

To put it another way, it seems that the Holy One didn't actually intend to kill the two. Therefore, retreating was the right choice.

Qian Renxue suddenly felt a chill run through her body.

She seemed to sense that the crow-man had discovered her.

But she shook her head, not believing it.

Although she didn't know the identity of the crow-man, she believed in the power of the invisibility buff.

I was thinking of taking advantage of the fact that the buff hadn't ended yet, and eavesdropping on what was happening inside.

But in the end, she found that she couldn't get inside.

We couldn't hear anything from inside either.

She was puzzled, but didn't say anything.

Anyway, she didn't really want to know.

Now that she had calmed down a bit, she began to think about why the Holy One had done this.

But I couldn't figure it out for a long time.

A test? A dilemma?

She couldn't think of any reason why she had suddenly gotten herself into this mess.

After this incident, she could no longer stay in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace. Even without this incident, the fact that she took Black Flame away was enough to make it impossible for her to stay in the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace.

at last.

Qian Renxue made a decision.

She needs to ask someone.

As far as she could remember, there was only one person who knew anything about the Holy One—

She wasn't referring to his outward deeds in Douluo Continent, but rather to his personality.

The only one who knew all this was the leader of the cult, Poseidon.

I need to go to the Holy Spirit Cult's stronghold.

Ugh, gotta get going again.

-

Holy Spirit Cult, an underground stronghold.

Inside the dimly lit church, the black flames continued to burn quietly on the lotus seat.

Poseidon, or rather the leader, was still shrouded in a wide black robe, his back to the entrance.

Qian Renxue appeared at the entrance of the tunnel. Her steps were slightly unsteady, and her face was pale. She was quite tired from traveling multiple times in one day.

"Master."

Her voice was dry and hoarse.

Poseidon slowly turned around. Under the shadow of the hood, Qian Renxue still couldn't see her face, but that didn't matter anymore. She knew who the other person was.

"You've arrived."

Poseidon's voice was calm and even.

"It seems you've experienced an accident."

"Accident?"

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Was that an accident? The Holy God controlled my body and handed over the scrolls of the First Elder and the Second Elder! Then, just as I was about to be torn apart by Chen Xin and Gu Rong, he disappeared! Leaving me there alone! Tell me, what kind of accident was that?"

She practically screamed it out; the long-suppressed awe and fear were finally overwhelmed by her anger.

Honestly.

This day felt like a dream.

First, the Holy God, whom the cult leader had mentioned and whom she also admired, appeared, took control of her body, and helped her overcome all obstacles to send Black Flame back to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Then they manipulated her into handing over the Holy Spirit Scroll she cherished, and then put her to death.

Although she knew it might be a test for her, she couldn't stand it and finally snapped on her way there.

Poseidon remained silent for a moment.

The shadow beneath the hood swayed slightly, letting out a very soft sigh.

"He...has his own reasons for doing this."

Poseidon's voice lowered.

"He is the source, the rule itself. His arrival and departure are beyond our comprehension, and beyond our control. Your existence, to him, may simply be... a vessel to carry his will. To put it another way, perhaps you can understand a little. Do you think that you and the Seventh Elder are—living people—in his eyes?"

“A container…a living person…”

As Qian Renxue pondered these two words, a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.