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

The scene inside was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

In his mind, Bibi Dong must be all alone.

At most, I'll have Qian Renxue by my side.

As for Qian Renxue, he only needed to get her away.

Qian Renxue hates Bibi Dong, not loves her, and Qian Daoliu is clear about this—he thinks he is.

After sending Qian Renxue away, only Bibi Dong remained, and he could easily kill her, then impersonate Ning Rongrong to assassinate her.

That's how it should be.

But now, besides Bibi Dong and the expected Qian Renxue, there is another person he never expected.

Ning Rongrong.

The person he had just ruled out as a suspect in the Black Flame's anomaly, the ordinary genius she had judged to be level sixty-one, the person he had used as a springboard to annex the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and complete the Spirit Hall's great undertaking of unifying the continent—

He was standing right in front of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

Her aura, even in a single glance, was enough to make Qian Daoliu find it hard to believe.

It's not the level 61 soul power we saw before...

Neither Ning Rongrong's own soul power level nor the aura emanating from the small glass knife in her hand that shone with dazzling sunlight should be present at the Soul Emperor level.

Level 99?

No, it's stronger.

Qian Daoliu, a level 100 expert, quickly made this judgment.

While it may not have reached level 100, it is definitely not what level 99 should be.

To be precise, 99.5 might be a more appropriate number.

Let's use a different name...

That's a demigod, just one step away from level 100.

This realization directly impacted Sendoryu's worldview.

What's going on here?

Qian Daoliu was quite shocked. For a moment, he forgot to move forward and watched helplessly as Ning Rongrong swung the glass knife at Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

Although he reacted quickly and rushed forward, he couldn't completely stop thinking about why Ning Rongrong had this level of strength.

Does Ning Rongrong really have the ability to deceive Golden Crocodile Douluo, or even him?

This is illogical.

How old is Ning Rongrong? How could she possibly fool those two senior figures?

All of this...

All of this...

what--

It must be a problem with the Holy Spirit Cult!

Qian Daoliu thought to himself.

Chapter 206 Reunion

In Qian Daoliu's eyes now, since he has become involved with the Holy Spirit Cult, there is no need for him to delve into the reasons behind it anymore.

The Holy Spirit Cult employs a variety of methods; if you can't figure them out, there's no need to waste your time on them.

Now, all Qian Daoliu needs to do is continue to carry out his plan, which is to facilitate Ning Rongrong's assassination of Bibi Dong, and then put Ning Rongrong on trial himself.

From another perspective, Ning Rongrong's connection with the Holy Spirit Cult has actually made things much easier.

Because of this, Bibi Dong didn't need him to do anything personally, and now Bibi Dong's death really had nothing to do with him.

As for Ning Rongrong...

"Hmph, after all, without being level 100, there's no way you can defeat me."

He snorted and slowed down a bit.

At this moment, Bibi Dong's movements were rather stiff and slow, presumably because her injuries had not yet healed. Although Qian Renxue seemed to be protecting Bibi Dong, she was actually being held back by Ning Rongrong. Moreover, Qian Daoliu could also see that Qian Renxue did not actually intend to stop Ning Rongrong.

Before long, Bibi Dong will inevitably be killed by Ning Rongrong.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu decided to wait a little longer, until the moment when Bibi Dong was killed arrived.

Unfortunately, he couldn't wait that long.

-

Let's go back a little further in time.

After Ning Rongrong and Golden Crocodile Douluo separated, and after Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong separated.

It was getting late, and Qian Renxue hadn't expected that it would take so long to persuade her mother to hand over the Black Flame. She also hadn't expected that after wavering several times, her mother would ultimately not hand over the Black Flame.

The black flames are still stored deep within the Papal Palace, in a place she is unaware of.

"call……"

Qian Renxue let out a soft breath, her beautiful face shrouded in a lingering gloom and helplessness.

When persuasion failed, she had to find another way.

"Why don't we just wait a few days? Once the leader arrives, everything will be fine... But then again, why hasn't the leader arrived yet?"

Qian Renxue naturally did not expect that Poseidon was intercepted by Qian Daoliu on her way to the Spirit Hall and would need some time to recover.

She walked along with her head down, looking dejected, when suddenly a dark figure entered her field of vision.

The figure quickly brushed past her.

Qian Renxue stopped.

That figure seemed somewhat familiar.

She narrowed her eyes and turned her head toward the figure behind her.

She saw it clearly, and then froze.

She recognized the figure from behind, the hair color—it was Ning Rongrong.

But she didn't know why Ning Rongrong was in this place.

She looked around and realized that this was indeed the Spirit Hall, and there was no possibility that she would run into Ning Rongrong in other parts of Spirit City.

So why is she here?

Qian Renxue frowned slightly as she thought about it, but quickly relaxed.

She suddenly remembered that Ning Rongrong did indeed have the mission to seize those two black flames from the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, it is only natural that Ning Rongrong appeared in the Spirit Hall.

Hmm... they all want to obtain the Black Flame, so perhaps this is an opportunity?

Why not join forces?

Qian Renxue nodded, thinking her idea was good. She turned around and called out to Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, I have something to tell you."

-

Hearing her name called out by an unfamiliar voice, Ning Rongrong stopped in her tracks instantly.

She was just going to see her new room, such a short distance, how could she be called by name?

Although her status is not low and she is quite famous, people only know her by her name and the nickname "Little Witch".

In the Spirit Hall, she didn't think there would be many people who could recognize her. Golden Crocodile Douluo had just left, and besides, this voice didn't belong to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Others who can recognize themselves and call out to them with such confidence—

Ning Rongrong was very curious about who it was, so she slowly turned around.

She was a tall woman with snow-white skin and delicate features.

She was wearing a well-tailored, light gold palace dress; she was beautiful, but her face was unfamiliar.

Ning Rongrong quickly searched her mind for information about the person in front of her.

But her brows furrowed more and more.

Among the information collected by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School regarding the core figures of the Spirit Hall, there seems to be no such female high-ranking official.

Then it's unlikely that Ning Rongrong could figure out who the person in front of her was on her own.

Although she felt there was a familiar aura about the other person and that she should be able to recognize her, she ultimately couldn't.

That's normal.

After all, Qian Renxue went to infiltrate the Tiandou Imperial Palace when she was very young. After that, she usually only appeared in front of people as Xue Qinghe, including the time she met Ning Rongrong, she also appeared as Xue Qinghe.

The most Ning Rongrong could do was deduce from the golden hair that this person probably had a lot of connections with Qian Daoliu.

"It's best not to act rashly if we get involved with Qian Daoliu."

Ning Rongrong took a step towards Qian Renxue after thinking about it.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's expression, Qian Renxue quickly realized the problem.

Ning Rongrong had never seen her look like this before.

That's why it's understandable that they didn't recognize her and had this reaction.

She quickly scanned her surroundings, and after confirming that the corridor was empty, she decisively stepped forward and precisely grasped Ning Rongrong's wrist with her slender hand.

"Come with me."

Qian Renxue's voice was very low.

Ning Rongrong frowned slightly; she didn't know what the other person wanted to do.