Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

As his soul power was injected, Luo Sanpao, who was standing to the side, took a deep breath, and his already fat belly swelled up at a visible speed, like an inflated ball.

The next moment, Luo Sanpao slightly lowered his hind legs, and then...

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly erupted!

It's no longer just a loud fart like before; this time, the fart is accompanied by a slight electric current.

With this loud bang, a visible stream of air suddenly shot out from behind Luo Sanpao at great speed, heading straight for a large tree that required two people to hug.

Wherever the blast wave passed, dust was violently kicked up and vegetation was bent low.

"Crackling and popping!"

The yellowish-brown gas stream struck the tree trunk precisely and exploded instantly.

There were still faint electrical currents on the charred tree trunk.

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the scene, and then, an overwhelming joy overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

His spirit rings have finally started generating electricity! This means that his Luo Sanpao is truly evolving towards greater power!

"Father! Did you see that? Did you see that!" Yu Xiaogang was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He turned around, grabbed Yu Yuanzhen's arm, and shook it vigorously.

"Thunder Paralysis! It's the effect of Thunder Paralysis! My theory is correct! Mutant martial souls can also evolve through suitable soul rings!"

Seeing his son's ecstatic and almost tearful expression, Yu Yuanzhen's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a genuine smile appeared on his dignified face.

He nodded, his voice trembling slightly, "I saw it, I saw it. Very good, Xiaogang, you are really good."

At this moment, in Yu Yuanzhen's heart, the risks of absorbing knowledge beyond one's level and the worries of sect affairs seemed to become unimportant.

……

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his study, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. Before him lay a newly drafted plan, detailing Ning Rongrong's regular trips to Sunset Forest to assist Ge Duo in researching the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul.

He pondered for a long time, a resolute glint in his eyes.

For the sake of the sect's future, this risk must be taken.

Moreover, among all the direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Rongrong possesses the highest talent, with her innate soul power reaching an astonishing level nine. She is the most promising candidate to break the limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. If there truly is a elixir, it would be most effective if she were to take it.

Besides this, he had another thought in mind. Rongrong was clever and quick-witted. If she could take this opportunity to spend time with His Majesty Geduo, develop feelings for him, and even be accepted as a disciple, it would be a guarantee more precious than any elixir for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi no longer hesitated and called out in a deep voice, "Someone, please ask Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu to come here."

Before long, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong arrived at the study.

"Feng Zhi, what do you want with us?" Chen Xin asked indifferently, holding his longsword.

The banyan tree, on the other hand, looked lazy, leaning against the door frame.

Ning Fengzhi presented the plan to the two of them, his tone calm yet undeniably authoritative: "Regarding the matter of cooperating with Her Majesty Gedo in researching martial souls, I have made a decision. I have decided to have Rongrong travel to Sunset Forest every so often."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the study seemed to freeze.

"What?" Chen Xin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shooting towards Ning Fengzhi like a sword, and his aura suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Let Rongrong go? How old is she? No way! I absolutely disagree!"

Gu Rong straightened up, his lazy expression vanishing, his brows furrowed: "Feng Zhi, are you crazy? Rongrong is our precious darling! That Ge Duo has a mysterious background and an unpredictable temperament. You want Rongrong to do research with her? What if something goes wrong? How are Old Sword Man and I supposed to live?"

The reactions of the two titled Douluo were within Ning Fengzhi's expectations.

He sighed, a helpless yet resolute look on his face: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, I understand your concerns. But think about it, this is the only hope our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has seen in thousands of years that might break free from fate."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside: "I have confirmed with Her Majesty Godo that the research process will not cause any harm to the Soul Masters themselves; it is only to observe the circulation of Soul Power and changes in Martial Soul. Rongrong has the highest talent, and with her cooperation, the possibility of achieving results is the greatest."

Ning Fengzhi turned around and looked at the two elderly men who were like Rongrong's grandfathers. He said sincerely, "I know there are risks involved. But for the future of the sect, and so that Rongrong won't be stuck at level 79 like us, this risk is worth taking. Do you really want Rongrong to be known as the best support in the world for the rest of her life, but never even reach the threshold of Soul Douluo?"

Chenxin and Gurong fell silent.

Of course, they wanted Rongrong to be well and hoped she could go far in life. The flaws of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda were also a source of pain for them.

Seeing that the two had softened their stance, Ning Fengzhi continued, "Moreover, I also intend to get Rongrong closer to Her Majesty Geduo. If Rongrong can win her favor, or even be taken in as her disciple, the benefits are self-evident."

After a long silence, Chen Xin finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "Are you sure... there's no danger?"

"I guarantee with the sect's reputation that the research method has been repeatedly verified and will cause absolutely no harm," Ning Fengzhi said solemnly.

Gu Rong sighed heavily, scratching his messy hair: "Fine, fine! You always have a point! But it's settled then, every time Rongrong goes, one of us, Old Sword Man or I, must secretly follow her! If that woman dares to harm Rongrong, I'll tear down her damn spring!"

Although Chen Xin did not speak, his cold gaze conveyed the same meaning.

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the two had reluctantly agreed. He nodded: "Of course."

Having convinced the two titled Douluo, all that remained was for Ning Rongrong herself.

Chapter 165 Innuendo

When Ning Fengzhi told Ning Rongrong about this decision, the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School reacted in a predictable way.

"What?! We're going to that forest? To do research with that strange woman?" Ning Rongrong screamed instantly, her pretty face filled with resistance and disbelief.

"I don't want to! Father! I don't want to go! I'm cultivating well in the sect, why should I go there?"

She clung to Ning Fengzhi's arm and shook it violently, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably: "Father, do you not like Rongrong anymore? Do you find Rongrong annoying? Is that why you want to send Rongrong away? Waaah..."

Ning Fengzhi felt bad seeing his daughter crying so sadly, but he had to harden his heart.

He gently patted Ning Rongrong's back and said softly, "Rongrong, my dear, how could your father not love you? It's precisely because your father loves you the most that he hopes you can have a better future. That Lady Geduo is very powerful; perhaps she can help our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda solve its inability to break through?"

"I don't want any breakthroughs! I just want to stay in the sect, with Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, and my father!"

Ning Rongrong wouldn't listen at all and started rolling around on the ground, shouting, "I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"

She resorted to all sorts of tantrums and unreasonable behavior, from crying and making a scene to threatening suicide.

But this time, Ning Fengzhi's attitude was unusually firm. No matter how much Ning Rongrong made a fuss, he only gently comforted her, but never gave in.

Ning Rongrong cried for a long time, but seeing that her father was unmoved, she knew that there was no way to turn things around.

She felt extremely wronged, as if her happy childhood was about to slip away. From now on, she would have to regularly go to the supposedly dangerous Sunset Forest and face that strange woman who looked very unapproachable.

One day before her first trip to Sunset Forest, Ning Rongrong dejectedly went to the palace to find Snow White.

"Sister Xue..." As soon as Ning Rongrong saw Snow White, she rushed into her arms, her little mouth trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"I'll be coming to visit you much less often from now on..."

Snow White, seeing Ning Rongrong, who was usually as lively as a little sun, looking so listless, gently patted her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong sobbed as she recounted how her father had asked her to regularly go to Sunset Forest to assist with research, her face filled with grief and indignation.

"Don't you think my father is being incredibly unreasonable! That place must be so boring and terrifying! My happy life is gone just like that!"

Snow White listened quietly, then looked at Ning Rongrong's sullen face, thought for a moment, and said softly, "Rongrong, Uncle Ning, the sect leader, is only doing this for your own good."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it carried a comforting power.

"Having the opportunity to solve the problem of martial soul is something that many disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School dream of."

You may find it tough now, but if you succeed, it will be a tremendous benefit for the entire sect and for yourself.

She took Ning Rongrong's hand and continued, "We'll always be friends, that will never change. Every time you come back from Sunset Forest, you can come find me and tell me what you saw there. I'll also stay in the palace to cultivate, waiting for you to come and play with me."

As Ning Rongrong listened to Snow White's words, her grievances and resistance dissipated a little.

She looked up at Snow White's calm yet resolute gaze, pouted, and muttered softly, "...Can I really still come to play with you often?"

"Yes." Snow White nodded affirmatively.

"Cultivate diligently, Rongrong. When you become stronger, you'll be able to better protect the people you want to protect, complete your research faster, and then have more time to play."

Ning Rongrong looked at Snow White and thought about what her father and two grandfathers had said. Although she was still extremely unwilling, she knew that this matter could not be changed.

She sighed heavily, and like a little adult, rested her head on Snow White's shoulder.

"Alright, for the sake of the sect, and so that I can better visit Sister Xue in the future... I... I'll reluctantly go."

……

In Yu Xiaogang's courtyard in Tiandou City.

The night was deep and quiet in the courtyard. Only Tang San's room was lit, though the windows were covered by thick curtains, blocking out all light and sound.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground, with a thick oilcloth spread out in front of him, on which various small and exquisite parts, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, were neatly arranged.

Files, engraving needles, pliers and other tools were scattered to the side, reflecting tiny specks of light under the lamp.

His expression was focused and calm, and his eyes reflected the dark metal in his hand, which was the black iron he had recently purchased from the Hundred Refinements Workshop.

At this moment, a faint white aura swirled around Tang San's fingertips, a sign that the Mysterious Heaven Skill had been pushed to its limit.

His soul power, like the most precise carving knife, assisted his fingers in performing micro-carving and assembly on the incomparably hard black iron, a feat unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Click".

A very faint, yet reassuring sound of a mechanism closing rang out.

In Tang San's hand, a device about the size of a palm, completely black, with a smooth and strange shape, finally took shape.

Its surface is smooth, its lines are cold and hard, and there are several fine holes in the center, which faintly reveal a sinister murderous aura.

It was the most powerful hidden weapon among the Tang Clan's mechanical concealed weapons, the Sand-Spitting Shadow.

Unlike the Sand-Slaying Shadow previously made of ordinary refined iron in Notting City, this new version of the Sand-Slaying Shadow is made of black iron as its main body, and its core components are repeatedly tempered and polished with soul power. It is smaller and lighter, but the power of the spring, the speed of the launch, and the penetrating power of the poison needles have all been improved by more than one level.

More importantly, the excellent soul power conductivity of the Black Iron allows this Sand-Spitting Shadow to better bear and transmit the soul power of soul masters, thus multiplying its power.

He was confident that even a Soul Master at the Soul Sect level would find it difficult to withstand this sudden and deadly attack if caught off guard.

Afterwards, Tang San carefully inspected each part and, after confirming that everything was correct, carefully placed it aside.

Then, he began to make matching poisoned steel needles. The needles, each as thin as a cow's hair, gleamed with a faint blue light under the lamp, clearly indicating that they were coated with a potent poison.

After all this was done, a faint gray-white tinge had already appeared on the horizon outside the window.

Tang San let out a long sigh and stretched his stiff neck and wrists. Even with his strong constitution, the continuous high-intensity work had left him feeling somewhat fatigued.

But there was no weariness in his eyes, only a sense of satisfaction forged from a sharp weapon, and a deeper, unyielding coldness.

He filled the poisoned steel needles one by one into the needle storage chamber containing the Sand-Spraying Intent until it was full, and then activated a hidden mechanism to put it into a ready-to-fire state.