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

Oh well, it's good that the other person is alright.

Ouch, that really hurts.

"Oscar, one sausage and one cured sausage, please."

"Who are you? What are you doing at our school?"

"I am Zhao Wuji, do you want to be punished?"

Zhu Zhuqing walked to Ning Rongrong's side and helped her up.

Ning Rongrong's protective action just now made it impossible for her to ignore this girl. Among the people present, if you were to ask who she trusted the most right now, it would undoubtedly be Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, are you alright?"

"It's alright! I still have some health potions! Do you want some?"

"Blood vial?"

Zhu Zhuqing saw Ning Rongrong shake the red bottle in her hand and had her own guess.

It turned out to be something they brought with them that could heal injuries. Such a thing must be very precious.

After these four bottles...

"Never mind, my injuries aren't serious."

Actually, he still had dozens of these health potions in his backpack. Once he opened the treasure chests in Soto City, he might even have over a hundred.

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing didn't want it, Ning Rongrong didn't pester her. After finishing the fourth bottle and making sure her health was full, Ning Rongrong threw the empty bottle into the trash.

He had witnessed the power of the Reversal Soul Skill, and it was indeed formidable.

The only drawback is that once the Reverse Soul Skill is used, the corresponding non-Reverse state cannot be used.

It's impossible to amplify the power of a trapped beast using such an operation.

Ning Rongrong looked up at Tang San, who was apologizing to Zhao Wuji, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

The thought of what would happen tonight made her want to laugh.

"Wait, how far has this language module evolved? Is it accessing my camera?"

Lu Ma sat at his computer desk, feeling a little puzzled. He noticed that Ning Rongrong's movements were somewhat synchronized with his own. However, considering how much easier it was to communicate, he didn't include changing that in his suggestions.

Chapter 13 Zhao Wuji: I will survive, right?

"Teacher, do we pass the test?"

Zhu Zhuqing pointed to the burnt-out incense and asked Zhao Wuji. Thanks to Ning Rongrong's intervention, she was the least injured of the four.

"You passed! You passed!"

Zhao Wuji casually replied, not wanting to stay any longer, and turned to face Dai Mubai.

"Mu Bai, arrange for these four new students to move in. School starts tomorrow. Don't touch the weapons on the ground. Tang San can clean them up himself when he wakes up."

Then, Zhao Wuji turned and left.

Dai Mubai shook his head at the mess on the ground and walked towards Zhu Zhuqing, but the latter was still fussing over Ning Rongrong. As soon as he stepped forward, he was glared back by Zhu Zhuqing's murderous eyes.

Ning Rongrong was theoretically considered injured, while Zhu Zhuqing was theoretically uninjured, so he couldn't say anything. There were two other people on the ground, too.

"Oscar, you take Xiao Wu back, I'll take Tang San."

"Huh? Oh!"

-

In the stillness of the night, at Zhao Wuji's residence.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji had just changed his clothes and was still thinking about how to train Tang San in the future.

"Zhao Wuji".

A sudden voice rang in his ears. As a level 76 Soul Saint, his perception was astonishing, but within his perception range, he could not sense anyone.

"Who?"

Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up, surprised and puzzled.

"come out."

The killing intent locked onto him. Zhao Wuji broke out in a cold sweat, prepared for battle, and went outside.

"call out!"

He had just stepped outside, before his spirit rings even lit up, when a flying sword was already embedded in the wall beside him.

Across from them, a figure with white hair and beard, wearing a snow-white robe and carrying a sheathless sword walked towards them.

This man was quite famous on the main road; just by looking at his figure, Zhao Wuji knew the answer—

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

Chen Xin had been sensing Ning Rongrong's presence all along. Not long ago, he discovered that Ning Rongrong was seriously injured. He immediately rushed over from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, locked onto Zhao Wuji, and found a quiet time late at night to give him some pointers.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Zhao Wuji's body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay! I promise..."

He bowed and apologized, but Chen Xin's murderous intent did not cease.

Rewind a few days, Chen Xin and the other two watched Ning Rongrong leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but Ning Fengzhi stopped him and Gu Rong.

"Rongrong will probably become more sensible after experiencing the outside world."

That's what Ning Fengzhi said. For Rongrong's sake, he and Gu Rong didn't interfere.

But! We can't just let this go after Ning Rongrong's accident.

"Haha, Your Majesty, you see, it's all a misunderstanding—"

Flander couldn't sit still any longer. He was afraid that if he arrived any later, Zhao Wuji would be gone, so he came out early.

"Zhao Wuji's inability to control himself was just an accident, and besides, isn't your princess safe and sound? Your Majesty can go and check on her."

"I've already seen it."

Chen Xin had already confirmed that Ning Rongrong was alright, although he was also puzzled. But how many strange things had happened to Ning Rongrong? He was used to it all.

"Then, Your Majesty, could you please grant me this favor?"

Chen Xin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"But there's one condition."

Chen Xin looked at Zhao Wuji.

"I won't use my martial spirit, Zhao Wuji. If you can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I will naturally let you go."

……

Ten breaths later, Zhao Wuji collapsed to the ground with a scream.

Chen Xin dusted off his hands and turned to face Flander.

Flanders pointed to himself, somewhat surprised:

"Is there something you need from me too?"

"The sect leader asked me to send a message, saying that you should strictly discipline Rongrong... Don't misunderstand."

Flanders nodded.

This means that strict discipline is necessary, but being too strict is also not good!

"It's good to know."

Chen Xin retreated to the side, satisfied.

Flanders found it strange, but then he understood.

The appearance of Chenxin was unexpected.

His real purpose today is—

"Zhao Wuji, get up. I won't use my martial spirit; I'll hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Yes, it's this man in black, Haotian Douluo. His purpose is obvious: Tang San.

Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, watching another black-clad Title Douluo arrive, and felt extremely regretful.

If I had known, I would have just let Dai Mubai deal with them.

Another scream erupted.

After Tang Hao vented his anger, Frand pulled Zhao Wuji away.

Zhao Wuji was completely exhausted at the moment, let alone thinking, "Flander, why did you leave me aside?"

Tang Hao headed deeper into the forest, but Chen Xin stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

"So that's why Brother Jian stayed. Did you need something from me, Brother Jian?"

"Since the Holy God Incident, the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall have re-formed their alliance. Everyone can accept your return..."

"Are you here to persuade me?" Tang Hao stopped and turned to face Chen Xin. "The Holy God Incident... is nothing more than the Spirit Hall worrying that its rule will be disrupted. Ha, calling the killing of a genius a Holy God Incident to eliminate calamity, that's really their style. But what does this have to do with me? My relationship with them has long been one of death."

"Ok."

Chen Xin nodded and turned to leave. Tang Hao also left.

In the quiet of the night, no one could have predicted such a thing would happen, except…

Ning Rongrong.

Although Ning Rongrong was very sleepy, Lu Ma wasn't.

Instead of logging off, he controlled Ning Rongrong to sneak out and run to Soto City, where she opened many treasure chests and teleportation points.

I've accumulated 14 experience potions in my backpack, and even more Holy Soul Coins, totaling 5.