Chapter 212.
"Rongrong!" Wang Feng shook her shoulder, but there was no response.
Soon enough, Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened, her cheeks flushed, and she began to tremble with fury.
"Wang Feng, you spineless coward! How dare you abandon me!" Ning Rongrong roared, her teeth bared and her hands clawing the air like an enraged lioness.
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Wang Feng was taken aback, bewildered by Ning Rongrong's sudden outburst.
"Uuuuu... How could you treat me like this? My father is gone and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect is no more. Why are you also abandoning me?" Ning Rongrong's tears flowed freely, like a string of pearls cascading down her cheeks.
"Oh no... I've been pulled deep into her illusion," Wang Feng realized with a sinking heart.
As a Soul Saint, the illusions created by his martial soul, the Brutal Dream, were typically related to the spiritual power of the soul master. Wang Feng remembered Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, which could penetrate any spiritual illusion, making him capable of dealing with situations like this.
However, Wang Feng's skull soul bone made it difficult for him to be influenced by this particular illusion, but Ning Rongrong was utterly defenseless against it. Moreover, it seemed designed to dredge up her deepest fears and insecurities, using them to consume her soul, rendering her powerless to resist.
"No, stay away! Don't touch me! Wang Feng will kill you! Get away from me!" Ning Rongrong screamed, her voice filled with terror, her face drained of color.
A fierce determination flashed in Wang Feng's eyes as he reached out to grab Ning Rongrong's hand, but to his dismay, his efforts had no effect in breaking the illusion's hold over her.
Shi Nian who was observing, couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on with this little brat? How did he manage to avoid getting ensnared in my illusion?"
In the center of the illusion, a pair of eyes akin to venomous snakes locked onto Wang Feng.
"Well, then I'll just have to step up my efforts," Shi Nian chuckled, a sickly grin twisting his features.
"I refuse to believe that under my seven soul rings, you can still resist. Hm..? His head is glowing. Could it be that he possess a skull soul bone? Not bad... Killing you might just earn me a new skull soul bone. Looks like I made the right choice to target him!"
With that, the seven soul rings on Shi Nian body began to shimmer ominously.
Far away, Wang Feng sensed something amiss as countless hands seemed to reach out from all directions, as if attempting to wrench his soul from his body. His head throbbed intensely.
"Such formidable mental power..." Wang Feng gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he recalled something before muttering.
"Dark Angel Martial Soul!"
In an instant, six pairs of dark energy like wings unfurled behind Wang Feng, while seven eerie lines like tattoos slowly illuminated from within him. An aura of pure malevolence swept through the entire illusion.
"Trying to ensnare me in your illusion?" Wang Feng's eyes, as dark as a demon's, glinted coldly as he turned to face Ning Rongrong, the six pairs of wings pulsating ominously behind him.
The skull soul bone shimmered faintly as Wang Feng's gaze locked onto Ning Rongrong, who was engulfed in endless fear of the illusion.
As their eyes met, Wang Feng's consciousness instantly delved into the illusion that ensnared Ning Rongrong.
In the illusion, the Great Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect materialized before Ning Rongrong's eyes. She watched in horror as two menacing figures advanced toward her, their faces twisted into cruel sneers.
Confusion clouded her mind. Why was she here? She witnessed her father's murder at the hands of a Title Douluo from the Soul Hall, followed by the obliteration of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. Both Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone also met their demise at the hands of a woman adorned with a crown.
The once-grand Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect lay in ruins, its halls now haunted by the specters of the dead.
In the midst of her despair, Wang Feng appeared, only to abandon her and depart without a word.
Now, the two disciples of the Soul Hall were closing in on her, their intentions ominous and sinister.
"Tsk, so this is Ning Fengzhi's daughter? She's quite the beauty... Today, we'll have some fun with you..."
The eyes of the two Soul Hall disciples glinted like those of wolves.
"Don't come any closer!" Ning Rongrong stepped back, grabbing objects around her to fend off the advancing assailants. However, her attempts were easily dodged by them.
"If you come any closer, Wang Feng will kill you!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in terror.
"Get away!"
"Wang Feng? Who's that? All the members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect are dead!" one of the disciples mocked, making a derisive noise.
"He's..." Ning Rongrong faltered, then blurted out without thinking, "He's the person I love... He'll protect me no matter what."
"Hahaha... No one can protect you now," the two disciples taunted as they closed in.
In a panic, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes instinctively, expecting the worst. But after a moment, she cautiously opened her eyes.
What she saw left her speechless. Standing before her was a figure with six pairs of dark light like energy wings unfurled behind him. With one hand, he grasped the head of one of the assailants, drawing in countless swirling currents of air.
His features were exquisitely chiseled, yet otherworldly, emitting a palpable aura of malevolence, as if he had gathered the darkest emotions from the world, as if he was the embodiment of all the negative emotions. His eyes were dark and icy.
Ning Rongrong hesitated, but through the haze of fear, she recognized the contours of his face—it was Wang Feng.
"Wang Feng, you're back? But... what's happened to you?" Ning Rongrong's voice trembled with relief, her fears dissipating in an instant. "I knew you wouldn't abandon me."
Rushing toward Wang Feng, her heart filled with joy, Ning Rongrong remained unaware that her fear had been absorbed by Wang Feng's Dark Angel Martial Soul, shattering the illusions. She threw a punch.
Then, she snapped back to reality, her gaze meeting Wang Feng's.
"Are you alright, silly girl?" Wang Feng's anger subsided as he returned to his usual self. "You were screaming like a banshee just now."
"Huh? I was just..." Ning Rongrong stared at Wang Feng, bewildered.
"That was an illusion! You were trapped in the Illusory Realm," Wang Feng explained, gently rubbing Ning Rongrong's temples to help her regain clarity.
"Illusory Realm?" Ning Rongrong gasped, looking around as she gradually recovered her senses. Suddenly, a wave of relief washed over her. "So it was all fake? But I saw you earlier, and you seemed a bit different..."
Wang Feng replied calmly, "The Illusory realm forces people to confront their deepest fears and anxieties... What you witnessed was a manifestation of your greatest fears."
"Then... How did I see you in my illusion, and you seemed to save me?" Ning Rongrong blushed as she spoke. "Does that mean... I confessed to you in the illusion? But you couldn't have heard it, right?"
"Indeed, what you saw was a reflection of your inner thoughts," Wang Feng affirmed, shaking his head.
"The more you dwell on something, the more it manifests... The scenario you experienced was a product of your imagination."
"Oh? So that's it," Ning Rongrong murmured with a tinge of disappointment. "Wang Feng, did you know that I saw a different version of you? Is that just my imagination at work?"
"Yes, that's simply your imagination, or the initial image you encountered," Wang Feng confirmed.
Despite her embarrassment, Ning Rongrong felt a warmth in her heart as she leaned closer to Wang Feng once again. She wasn't naive—she knew that Wang Feng must have found a way to rescue her from the illusion, though she remained unaware of the method he employed.
Currently,
Shi Nian figure emerged once more.
"Boy, what did you do just just now?"
Wang Feng kept staring at him coldly.
He distinctly sensed an incredibly sinister aura emanating from the boy a moment ago, completely shattering his nightmare illusion!
Yet, before he could respond, the girl within the illusion also awakened, and the boy remained unchanged?
"Whatever occurred..."
Wang Feng glanced at him casually, "You don't need to know, after all you're already dead."
With that, Wang Feng turned his palm, and the crimson lotus quietly blossomed.
"Me, dead? Hahaha, I'm immortal within this illusion! Boy, you cannot harm me in my own world!"
After a brief pause, he erupted into laughter.
"Then stand there. We'll see."
Wang Feng spoke slowly, "If I'm truly unable to harm you, we will resign ourselves to our fates and await our demise, correct?"
Shi Nian regarded Wang Feng haughtily.
His form within this illusion was ephemeral.
Moreover, how could a dignified 72nd-level Soul Saint be incinerated by flames from a forty-fifth level auxiliary soul master?
Even if he stood here, still, for a day and night, burned for a day and night, not a single hair of his would be lost!
Wang Feng remarked with a smile, glancing at the time. "Rongrong, close your eyes."
"Hmm." Ning Rongrong nestled on Wang Feng's back, burying her head in his broad shoulders. Unconsciously, she gripped his shoulders tightly, not wishing to witness what was about to unfold. A sudden weariness overcame her, and she felt the urge to sleep.
In the illusion, despite being manipulated by Wang Feng's Dark Angel Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong managed to overcome her fear and break free from the illusion. However, her mental strength was also depleted, leaving her feeling drained.
In truth, Wang Feng could also use the power of the Dark Angel Martial Soul to break the illusion. Possessing the Dark Angel Martial Soul would shield him from any illusory attacks, even warding off potential backlash over time. Yet, this revelation could cause significant repercussions, especially in public.
Hence, Wang Feng opted to deploy his trump card, the Red Lotus.
Summoning forth the Red Lotus, strands of crimson flame swiftly engulfed the figure of the Shi Nian. The appearance of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the fantasy space.
As the Red Lotus Karmic Fire made contact with the figure, his expression changed into one of shock and surprise as it soon contorted into panic, agony and despair. Despite his formidable soul rings and superior soul power, they proved futile against the relentless onslaught of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. In mere moments, he was reduced to nothingness, not even leaving behind ashes.
"Red Lotus Karmic Fire burns even the soul," Wang Feng remarked, shaking his head.
"No phantom soul or physical body can withstand its touch. It devours the soul directly, revealing the weight of one's karma... It seems your sins were many. Dead in just four seconds."
With that, Wang Feng retrieved the Red Lotus and also the soul bone that dropped from Shi Nian's corpse and returned it to its rightful place.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, who had fallen asleep on his back, remained unaware of the events that transpired.
As the illusion dissipated with the passing of the time, Wang Feng carried Ning Rongrong back to the college, pondering the significance of the soul bone he had obtained.
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