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

The hood was finally lifted, revealing Poseidon's stunningly beautiful face, tinged with a hint of sadness...

Poseidon! It really is her! One of the three peerless Douluo, the high priestess of Seagod Island!

The cult leader is actually Poseidon?

That peerless Douluo, Poseidon?

It should be noted that even with an intelligence network as powerful as hers, she never managed to uncover the cult leader's identity.

She had also speculated that the cult leader was either Tang Chen or Poseidon.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Since this world has peerless Douluo like the Holy God.

There might be many hidden peerless Douluo.

There are more than just the three people recorded.

After that, she stopped worrying about her identity as the cult leader.

But today, she found out the answer directly.

So the sect leader really is one of the three legendary Douluo recorded in history!

Upon learning the truth, Qian Renxue's mind went blank.

Just as Qian Renxue was trying to grasp a thread of thought amidst the shock and inexplicable sadness brought about by the revelation of her identity, attempting to comprehend the complex situation before her that surpassed all her prior knowledge and imagination—

The fifth shock came from the ecclesiastical sigh of Poseidon, who seemed to know everything but was filled with sorrow.

Then came the sixth impact.

She heard the Holy God issue a new command to the body in a tone that was almost casual, yet carried an undeniable air of control: "Navigation, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Immediately afterwards, she felt her body begin to turn and move in that direction!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Ning Rongrong!

That person who holds the title of Seventh Elder!

Thinking about it now, they must have been people who were also controlled by the Holy God.

Is the Holy God going to control her body and, under the identity of "Xue Qinghe," make contact with "Ning Rongrong"?

This thought, like the most violent thunderbolt, instantly shattered all the remaining thoughts in Qian Renxue's mind that she was trying to organize.

She crashed. Even breaking through to level 98 in soul power didn't produce any results.

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after a while.

The main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi and the others were still racking their brains over the matters concerning the Wind Sword Sect, the Holy Spirit Sect, and Ning Rongrong.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Although it wasn't good for Ning Fengzhi to feel guilty at this moment, he still maintained the demeanor of a sect leader.

He lost his composure as soon as he saw who came in.

Xueqing River.

His disciple.

The victims of the first Ceremony of the Holy Maiden.

For a moment, Ning Fengzhi was at a loss as to what expression to use to greet Xue Qinghe.

Because even he himself is now unsure whether the Heavenly Dou Royal Family is reliable.

just in case.

What if the Heaven Fighting Royal Family is also infiltrated by the Holy Spirit Cult?

The Xueqing River before us might just be...

He shook his head again.

If the Heavenly Dou royal family is finished.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be finished sooner or later.

Having risen to the position of sect leader, Ning Fengzhi was naturally well aware of the immense influence of the Heavenly Dou royal family.

Even though their family doesn't have any titled Douluo.

However, destroying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is not a difficult task.

This is the power of an empire.

Therefore, he is more inclined to believe that the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace has not been infiltrated.

Since they haven't been infiltrated, they are now allies in the fight against the Holy Spirit Cult.

As for why I came...

Ning Fengzhi was inclined to believe that the other party must have something on their mind, and since he would eventually be involved in the conflict with the Holy Spirit Cult anyway, he didn't dwell on it.

Ning Fengzhi's face instantly lit up with joy, a complex emotion that mixed political considerations with the relief of an elder.

He hurried forward, his voice tinged with rare excitement: "Your Highness! Your presence is truly an honor for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! Please take a seat!"

He enthusiastically led Xue Qinghe to the head seat, his arm even instinctively reaching out to pat the other's shoulder to show his closeness.

"Teacher, there's no need to be so polite." Lu Ma, controlling Xue Qinghe's body, nodded slightly in return.

Ning Fengzhi's subtle change in that instant was clearly perceived by him.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master, renowned for his wisdom and strategy, was clearly not as simply joyful as he appeared.

After exchanging a few pleasantries about the recent situation of Tian Dou and sect affairs, Lu Ma felt that he had laid enough groundwork and naturally got to the main topic.

He casually began, "Teacher, I've heard that your sect's little princess, Rongrong, possesses extraordinary talent, a once-in-a-century prodigy, and the hope for the sect's future. I wonder if I might have the honor of meeting her today?"

Chapter 117 Meeting

Ning Fengzhi's fingers, holding the teacup, tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He paused for a moment, then finally put down his teacup.

The smile on his face faded slightly, making him appear somewhat distant.

Ning Fengzhi's condition at this moment is indeed not good.

They had already stopped worrying about why Xue Qinghe would suddenly visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

As the eldest prince and a publicly acknowledged friend of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he naturally had no problem entering and leaving the school.

However, the other party happened to visit at this time, and happened to mention Ning Rongrong at this time as well.

He always felt something was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on where that strangeness came from.

But in the end, he fell silent for a moment and sighed.

"Go and invite Rongrong over. Tell her that His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to see her."

The wait wasn't long.

Footsteps approached from afar, and a slender figure appeared at the entrance of the hall.

Lu Ma's gaze instantly focused on that direction.

The person who arrived was Ning Rongrong.

Moreover, just as Lu Ma had imagined, Ning Rongrong was wearing the "Holy Spirit Cult Black Robe Modified Black Dress" from the game, instead of the original light blue lace dress.

Her long hair was simply tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. Her face was unadorned, and her expression was...

A kind of almost empty calm.

Those big eyes, filled with obvious confusion, lingered briefly on Xue Qinghe.

Puzzled--

Of course.

This appearance is clearly how Ning Rongrong should look in the game.

Lu Ma probably never saw what Ning Rongrong was like after he left.

However, one can probably imagine it. In short, it's definitely not agile.

According to the descriptions in those offline simulations, after I left, Ning Rongrong would probably only do a few things—

Cultivation, training, and completing tasks.

private life?

Anyway, he had never seen it before.

In short, Ning Rongrong was probably in a numb state after she went offline.

Ning Rongrong's current behavior perfectly illustrates this point.

Ning Rongrong stood quietly at the doorway, her black clothes making her skin appear even whiter, which made her stand out from the magnificent and brightly colored glass hall.

Tsk tsk, this dream is quite consistent with what I've always thought of.

It remains to be seen whether Ning Rongrong can also convey the same feeling as other characters.

Lu Ma thought to himself.

Just then.

"Rongrong, come and greet His Highness the First Prince." Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out, with a hint of tension that was barely perceptible, his gaze fixed on his daughter.

Ning Rongrong's gaze slowly focused on Xue Qinghe's face, and the look of confusion seemed to deepen.

She stepped forward as instructed, her movements slightly slow as she performed a standard curtsy, her voice cold and devoid of emotion: "Greetings, Your Highness the First Prince."

Then, she tilted her head slightly.