The next day, Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi were furious when they learned that Ning Rongrong had just left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's territory and was immediately intercepted.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, in particular, exploded with rage upon learning that Bone Douluo had been severely injured, but 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 was only Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the newly arrived Qian Xunfeng.
It seemed like Xiao Yemao hadn't hugged Qian Xunfeng in a long time, so the moment she saw him, she charged forward, directly leaping onto Qian Xunfeng.
"Xunfeng Gege."
Zhu Zhuqing's fleshy legs were wrapped around Qian Xunfeng's waist, and a pair of dark purple cat ears slowly emerged on her head.
Her pair of purple eyes looked enchanting, like a clingy kitten, held tightly by Qian Xunfeng.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing in this state, Qian Xunfeng chuckled, supporting Zhu Zhuqing with one hand while the other gently kneaded her cat ears.
But while the two were showing off their affection, Ning Rongrong was left awkwardly picking at her feet, looking somewhat at a loss.
In her heart, a story of a beloved brother and sister, ignoring their age difference and family objections, falling in love, began to surface.
No, it seemed no one could stop Qian Xunfeng from dating!
As Ning Rongrong thought, she suddenly realized that if Zhu Zhuqing's family found out Zhu Zhuqing 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 the drama of Ning Rongrong destroying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and crushing 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 naturally 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.
The original seventh-story spire was already shattered, revealing an empty hole.
But Qian Xunfeng just glanced at it and felt something strange.
No, where is Ning Rongrong's Dark Side body?
Just as he thought that, Qian Xunfeng communicated with Xiao Lan of the Douluo Plane, asking Xiao Lan to investigate and see where it was hidden.
"How is it, Your Holiness the Pope?"
Seeing Qian Xunfeng's somewhat grim expression, Ning Rongrong thought it couldn't be repaired and looked a little disappointed, but she quickly recovered. After all, it was a Martial Soul issue, and perhaps only a rare Immortal Herb could repair it.
However, an Immortal Herb is hard to come by, and even if Spirit Hall is the strongest force on the continent, they probably don't have many.
Looking at Ning Rongrong's somewhat disappointed expression, Qian Xunfeng chuckled and gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's head with his hand.
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 his warm smile, Ning Rongrong not only didn't resist but even enjoyed it a little. But upon hearing Qian Xunfeng's words, she immediately said firmly, "I can endure it, let me try!"
Seeing Ning Rongrong's certainty, Qian Xunfeng said, "Lie on the bed."
"Ah? Lie on the bed?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Qian Xunfeng's serious expression and his 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 have seen that Ning Rongrong had misunderstood, Qian Xunfeng directly flicked her forehead. He was lustful, but it depended on the situation, alright?
Had 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 calmed herself down 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 the six-story Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, 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, the already dilapidated Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda instantly exploded.
"Ah!"
The shattering of her Martial Soul made Ning Rongrong experience the same pain as when her Seven Treasures became Six, 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, her eyes filled with worry.
However, Qian Xunfeng was not worried. With him there, 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 completely reborn.
Her Martial Soul might not even be a pagoda anymore; it all depended on the direction Ning Rongrong's heart 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 School?"
"It hurts so much."
Ning Rongrong naturally didn't want to give up when she heard Qian Xunfeng's words, but it really hurt; the piercing pain was unbearable.
Her hands flailed wildly, helplessly trying to grasp something.
Seeing this, Qian Xunfeng also grabbed Ning Rongrong's restless hand, and then 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.
"Xunfeng Gege, 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 Ning Rongrong on the bed, he saw Ning Rongrong groggily open her eyes. She spoke weakly, yet 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 perhaps they were only seeing a partial view.
However, at this moment, Ning Rongrong's head was muddled, and she didn't even know what she was saying.
Then, drooling onto Qian Xunfeng's clothes, she pleaded, "Your Holiness the Pope, Rongrong is truly so touched. You are much better than Ning Fengzhi."
She then said something astonishing: "Your Holiness the Pope, may Rongrong call you Papa?"