Chapter 140: Ning Rongrong Acknowledges a New Father, Qian Xunfeng's Special "Little Cotton-Padded Jacket"
The next day, Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi were furious when they learned that Ning Rongrong had just left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory and was immediately intercepted.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, in particular, exploded with rage upon learning that Bone Douluo had been severely injured. However, not knowing who was responsible, they could only rage ineffectually.
At this moment, Qian Xunfeng also instantly rushed to the Spirit Hall branch in Heaven Dou City.
Inside the room, there were only Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the newly arrived Qian Xunfeng.
It seemed like Little Wild Cat hadn't hugged Qian Xunfeng in a long time, so the moment she saw him, she charged forward, directly leaping onto him.
"Brother Xunfeng."
Zhu Zhuqing's fleshy legs wrapped around Qian Xunfeng's waist, and a pair of dark purple cat ears slowly emerged on her head.
Her purple eyes looked enchanting, like a clingy kitten held tightly by Qian Xunfeng.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing in this state, Qian Xunfeng chuckled, supporting her with one hand while the other gently kneaded her cat ears.
While the two were showing affection, Ning Rongrong was left awkwardly picking at her feet, looking somewhat at a loss.
In her heart, a story of lovers—ignoring their age difference and family objections—began to surface.
No, it seemed no one could stop Qian Xunfeng from dating!
As Ning Rongrong thought this, she suddenly realized that if Zhu Zhuqing's family found out she was dating the Pope, they would probably want to overthrow the current emperor.
"You must be Ning Rongrong."
After a moment of intimacy, Qian Xunfeng finally noticed Ning Rongrong, who was watching eagerly from the side.
"This humble girl, Ning Rongrong, greets His Holiness the Pope."
Ning Rongrong bowed to Qian Xunfeng, also a little curious about this young Pope who looked like her brother.
"No need for formalities. Since you are Zhuqing's friend, I will naturally help."
Qian Xunfeng chuckled. Of course, he was more interested in watching Ning Rongrong destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and crush Ning Fengzhi's dream of rising to power.
Although he considered himself not a good person, in the eyes of the world, he was the "righteous" Pope, so he couldn't voice his evil thoughts.
"Come, release your Martial Soul for me to see."
Listening to Qian Xunfeng's words, Ning Rongrong released her shattered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul.
The original seventh-story spire was already broken, revealing an empty hole.
But Qian Xunfeng just glanced at it and sensed something strange.
No, where was Ning Rongrong's dark side body?
Just as he thought that, Qian Xunfeng communicated with Xiao Lan, asking her to investigate and find where it was hidden.
"How is it, Your Holiness, the Pope?"
Seeing Qian Xunfeng's somewhat grim expression, Ning Rongrong thought her Martial Soul couldn't be repaired and looked a little disappointed. However, she quickly recovered, as she understood it was a Martial Soul issue—perhaps only a rare Immortal Herb could repair it.
However, Immortal Herbs were hard to find, and even Spirit Hall, the strongest force on the continent, probably didn't have many.
Looking at Ning Rongrong's somewhat disappointed expression, Qian Xunfeng chuckled and gently rubbed her head.
It felt quite good.
"Of course, there's a way, but the process will be a bit painful. It requires completely shattering the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Can you endure it?"
Feeling Qian Xunfeng's gentle, large hand and warm smile, Ning Rongrong not only didn't resist but even enjoyed it a little. But upon hearing his words, she immediately said firmly, "I can endure it! Let me try!"
Seeing Ning Rongrong's determination, Qian Xunfeng said, "Lie on the bed."
"Ah? Lie on the bed?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Qian Xunfeng's serious expression and handsome face, and couldn't help but murmur shyly.
"What are you thinking? When your Martial Soul shatters later, it will hurt so much you'll be rolling on the ground. Do you want to roll on the ground?"
Seeming to realize Ning Rongrong had misunderstood, Qian Xunfeng flicked her forehead. He was lustful, but it depended on the situation, alright?
Has this little girl become so corrupted now?
"Mm."
Ning Rongrong rubbed her head, realizing her misunderstanding, and her cheeks quickly flushed red as she shyly lay on the bed.
"I'm ready. Let's begin!"
Lying on the bed, Ning Rongrong steadied herself and said.
"Cough, cough, you haven't summoned your Martial Soul."
Qian Xunfeng looked at the overly nervous Ning Rongrong and couldn't help but smile. He wouldn't pick a flower that wasn't fully bloomed.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Ning Rongrong awkwardly summoned her six-story Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, which slowly floated in front of her.
As Qian Xunfeng struck it with divine power and subtly altered the rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it instantly exploded.
"Ah!"
The shattering of her Martial Soul caused Ning Rongrong to experience the same pain as when her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda became Six Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and her body continuously rolled on the bed.
Her entire body felt as if it were being torn apart, and she let out painful wails.
"Hold on, Rongrong."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong with worry in her eyes.
However, Qian Xunfeng was not worried. With him here, Ning Rongrong wouldn't die. This was a complete reconstruction of her Martial Soul, not comparable to a mere evolution.
If successful, Ning Rongrong would be reborn.
Her Martial Soul might not even be a pagoda anymore; it all depended on the direction Ning Rongrong chose for its reconstruction.
As time passed, the bed was a mess from Ning Rongrong's rolling. At this moment, Ning Rongrong was panting heavily, covered in hot sweat.
Seeing this, Qian Xunfeng said, "Ning Rongrong, if you continue like this, you will fail. Don't you want to prove yourself and take revenge on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"It hurts so much."
Ning Rongrong naturally didn't want to give up when she heard Qian Xunfeng's words, but it hurt; the piercing pain was unbearable.
Her hands flailed wildly, helplessly trying to grasp something.
Seeing this, Qian Xunfeng gently held Ning Rongrong's restless hand, and Ning Rongrong, like a snake, climbed up along his arm.
She wrapped herself tightly around Qian Xunfeng, constantly thrashing on him. Zhu Zhuqing watched from the side, her eyes a little sour.
She pondered; perhaps she should have done something similar when her Martial Soul evolved.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that Ning Rongrong finally settled down, her body flushed and hot, her warm breath constantly exhaling onto Qian Xunfeng's chest.
"Brother Xunfeng, how is Rongrong now?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong in Qian Xunfeng's arms with some concern.
"It's done, but she's a bit weak now. Let her get some good sleep."
Qian Xunfeng said softly, looking at the sleeping Ning Rongrong in his arms.
Just as he was about to place her on the bed, he saw Ning Rongrong groggily open her eyes. She spoke weakly, but with a hint of shyness, "Your Holiness, the Pope, you are so gentle."
"Get some good rest."
Qian Xunfeng's expression was a little strange. This was the first time anyone had called him gentle—or maybe they only saw a partial side of him.
However, at this moment, Ning Rongrong's head was muddled, and she didn't even realize what she was saying.
Then, drooling onto Qian Xunfeng's clothes, she pleaded, "Your Holiness, the Pope, Rongrong is truly touched. You are much better than Ning Fengzhi."
She then said something astonishing: "Your Holiness, the Pope, may Rongrong call you Dad?"
End of Chapter