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

After much thought, Ning Rongrong concluded that the only possibility was the Saintess Ceremony.

She searched around the space but found no trace of Huo Shengsheng's presence.

Could it be that I'm mistaken?

She frowned, feeling a little hot.

"The only source of warmth here is that fire."

Ning Rongrong said, then turned her head to look, and then froze.

The purple flames seemed to have grown even larger at that moment?

What if the sainthood ceremony is still being held now? It seems there's no rule that a candidate for sainthood must be on a cross.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to continue thinking, the conversation stopped.

Have you reached an agreement?

Ning Rongrong was about to turn her head to look, but the unusual movement of the purple fire startled her and made her stay in place.

She turned her head stiffly, only to see—a person walking out of the purple flames.

An old man dressed in a black robe, his back hunched.

The old man leaned on a cane, which was inlaid with a purple stone. The purple stone absorbed the flames; perhaps it was this purple stone that prevented the old man from being burned.

The old man continued walking out of the purple fire, and Ning Rongrong saw his face clearly. It was a very familiar face—the face of Zhao Asi on the ground. The difference was that the old man's eyes were still there.

He turned to look at the corpse, but it hadn't disappeared. The three people next to the corpse also looked at Zhao Asi in surprise.

"Haha, are you surprised to see me? You Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fellow, and also, my—granddaughter." It was a very withered voice. Before the four could answer, the old man continued to explain, "You're quite surprised, my granddaughter, that you're a traitor. If it weren't for the Holy God giving me power, I would really be dead. You're surprised too, aren't you? I already used the Holy God's power to create a new body. The one on the ground was just an avatar. Now, I am the complete Zhao Asi, the complete me!"

As he spoke, the purple stone on the old man's cane shone brightly, and Ning Rongrong subconsciously shielded her eyes from the light.

The power of the Holy Spirit? Yes, that scroll.

If the one in front of him is the true body, then it makes perfect sense that he possesses and has seen the scroll.

"Traitor? Zhao Xiaoya, you?"

Ning Fengzhi's attention was elsewhere; he looked at Zhao Xiaoya, who in turn looked at him.

But before Zhao Xiaoya could answer, Zhao Asi had already started fighting Gu Rong.

With just one glance, the ancient banyan tree drew a conclusion:

"This guy is much stronger than before, be careful."

The words were addressed to the three of them.

Ning Rongrong nodded, but the next second, she saw Zhao Asi's lips curl up and his stone light up, and she felt a huge suction force.

"Kill the young first, then the old. In this space, you can't do anything to me."

Before being sucked into the stone, Ning Rongrong heard this last sentence.

Even though Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong wanted to help, Zhao Asi was holding them tightly, so they couldn't spare a hand.

Summoning a bone dragon is difficult in this space. When Gu Rong tried to do so, he found that he couldn't summon one at all.

“Without the Bone Dragon, I think you are no match for me,” Zhao Asi said with a smile.

Chapter 44 Simulator Gameplay (Two-in-One)

All around was a vast expanse of white. Ning Rongrong got up from the ground, with Zhao Xiaoya beside her, who had also been sucked into the purple stone.

Compared to Ning Rongrong, Zhao Xiaoya's expression was very calm, clearly indicating that she knew the purpose of the stone.

"This isn't your first time here?"

Although Ning Rongrong had a premonition, she still didn't quite believe that Zhao Xiaoya knew about this. When she was sucked into the stone earlier, she keenly noticed that Zhao Xiaoya didn't resist at all, as if she knew what was going to happen.

At that moment, Zhao Xiaoya turned her head blankly, her mouth widening into a chilling grin.

"We've been discovered."

She spoke calmly, taking steps closer to Ning Rongrong. Ning Rongrong, startled, took a few steps back and said, "What... what do you want to do?"

Zhao Xiaoya tilted her head and said, "Take care of you. A Soul Saint and a Title Douluo, how am I supposed to fight them? But you, a Soul Venerable, are easy to deal with."

"Do we have a grudge? Why are you going to kill me?" Ning Rongrong shouted, already prepared for battle.

The person before me is probably between Soul Venerable and Soul King, and I have the strength to fight him.

“Actually, there’s no real grudge.” Zhao Xiaoya said, already charging towards Ning Rongrong, the dagger in her hand reflecting the purple light emitted by the irregularly shaped polyhedral wall. “But if you come in, won’t that prevent me from becoming a saintess?”

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong dodged, asking incredulously, "Does one have to become a saintess?"

"Whoa, you dodged it." Zhao Xiaoya stopped abruptly, turned around, and continued to attack Ning Rongrong. "Of course. The Holy Maiden has the ability to communicate with the Holy God and can obtain considerable power. My power was given to me by the Holy God."

The attack was incredibly fast, and Ning Rongrong couldn't dodge it. She could only alleviate her injuries by using the "trapped beast" technique. However, since it was a blade, she also sustained another wound.

Communicating with the Holy Spirit...

Ning Rongrong realized what was happening and said, "So you were lying to us all along, that you never killed anyone, that they wanted to sacrifice you, that it was all a lie, even that your grandfather died was a lie?"

Ning Rongrong kicked the knife out of Zhao Xiaoya's hand with her right foot, stood up, and swung her left fist, hitting Zhao Xiaoya squarely in the face.

"Hehe, did I really get tricked?" Zhao Xiaoya wiped away the blood she spat out, which was tinged with green. "Wow, your punch was poisonous! Was it a soul skill or poison? Luckily, I have an antidote soul skill."

"Why did you lie to us?" Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth. She had rarely been lied to in her life.

Clench your right fist and swing it out again.

However, Zhao Xiaoya caught it after adjusting herself.

"You three are all idiots, aren't you? I'm an evil spirit master, it would be strange if I didn't lie to you, right?"

"Damn it!" Ning Rongrong tried to pull her hand away, but Zhao Xiaoya held it firmly and she couldn't get it back. Just then, Zhao Xiaoya pulled a bone dagger from under her skirt and swung it at Ning Rongrong.

All her weapons had been taken away by Ning Fengzhi and the other person. These two daggers were the effect of her soul skill!

Ning Rongrong was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed in the left arm.

“There’s a power within you that’s mitigating my attacks.” Zhao Xiaoya noticed this after her two attacks had been ineffective. She licked her lips and smiled, saying, “How interesting. But how long can this power last?”

"Tch!" Ning Rongrong shook the dagger away with her left arm, freeing herself from the trapped beast. She then amplified her power, pulled out her right hand, and dodged to the side.

She started to catch her breath. Six hours of training had some effect, but that was about it. She wasn't yet capable of adapting to an attack from someone at any time. For example, when the bone daggers scattered on the ground exploded behind her, she was completely caught off guard. Fortunately, the explosion wasn't very powerful this time.

She was just knocked down by the bomb.

"Hmm, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, that must be the source of that strange strength."

Ning Rongrong struggled to lift her head and saw Zhao Xiaoya approaching her step by step. Just as she was about to get up, Zhao Xiaoya squatted down and pressed a bone dagger against her neck.

"Don't move. I know you used the power amplification, so you can't use that damage mitigation ability, right? With this strike, I'm 100% certain you'll die, or do you want this dagger to explode?"

Ning Rongrong's face was contorted with rage as she glared at the other person with resentment.

I got tricked.

This was something she hadn't expected.

Now, all she can rely on are the eight spider spears on her back. However, she has absolutely no idea how to operate them. His Highness the Silver Dragon King didn't teach her, and the Holy God had never used them before. Naturally, she has no clue what to do.

Just as she was thinking, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

"I'm sorry, looking at you makes me want to destroy you. Ah, you're so beautiful."

"Can I ask you a question?" Ning Rongrong asked, enduring the pain.

"Oh?" Zhao Xiaoya revealed a teasing smile. "Do you have any room for bargaining... Just kidding, I'm a very nice person, go ahead and ask."

"Why did you become a saint instead of being on the cross? If you were lying to me before, then what about those bones?"

Zhao Xiaoya cut open another wound, savoring Ning Rongrong's expression with amusement, while occasionally making "mmm" and "ahh" sounds.

Ning Rongrong was very dissatisfied with Zhao Xiaoya's behavior.

Why didn't she answer her?

"Hmm...you're not waiting for my answer, are you? But I already let you ask, why should I answer?"

As if sensing what Ning Rongrong was thinking, Zhao Xiaoya said.

Damn, I'll give it my all.

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment, then suddenly jumped up.

Compared to being trapped like a beast, she felt that a power boost might be more useful in this situation.

Despite the pain, she took advantage of Zhao Xiaoya's inattention and knocked the dagger away. Then, the dagger exploded.

She felt the pain in her neck, the warmth flowing down her neck, and her increasingly fading consciousness. Finally, she got up and rushed towards Zhao Xiaoya, ready to fight to the death.

The result, of course, was that Zhao Xiaoya pulled out another dagger and pointed it at her neck.

"Shh."

Ning Rongrong's body stopped. At the critical moment, she switched back to the trapped beast, but slightly off course, which saved her from dying.

Warm liquid flowed from her shoulder, and Ning Rongrong felt a heat on her back. The next second, eight silver-white, metallic spider-leg-like spears grew out of her body, piercing her clothes and attacking Zhao Xiaoya at the same time.

Upon seeing the eight spider-leg spears, Zhao Xiaoya was clearly taken aback and asked in surprise, "What are these?"

He quickly dodged to the side, and the bone materialized throwing knives, which he shot towards Ning Rongrong.

The Eight Spider Spears ultimately failed to harm Zhao Xiaoya; Ning Rongrong had no idea how to use this entirely new weapon.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Xiaoya's very familiar technique with hidden weapons that allowed her to hit Ning Rongrong.

Being trapped is not a panacea.

Ning Rongrong took a few steps back, her vision gradually darkening.

ended.

She heard Zhao Xiaoya whispering.

"There are three steps to becoming a saintess. The first step is to be selected and become a saintess candidate."

The second step is to wait for the Holy Spirit's glance on the cross; during this process, the ants will die.

The third step is to wait for the flames to burn out completely, for the host's soul to be elevated, and for me, to become a true—saint.