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"Even though I believe your first soul skill has that function, I'm sure you've never used it," Ning Rongrong said, following Tang San's words and stating what she thought was the truth.
"You just haven't seen me use it," Tang San replied animatedly. "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Hmm?" Ning Rongrong was taken aback, then laughed. "Sure, let's try it. But I'm still a virgin, so how do we test it? Should we sleep together?"
"Seriously?" Tang San facepalmed.
"Hee-hee, hahaha!" Ning Rongrong squinted her eyes with laughter, feeling she had guessed correctly. "I knew it, you're all talk. When it comes to action, you wouldn't dare."
"Alright, you win." Tang San admitted defeat. Competing with Ning Rongrong in a battle of wits was pointless; winning didn't bring him any pride.
"Rongrong!"
Xiao Wu, who was nearby practicing her Three-Blade Assassination Technique, noticed Ning Rongrong. She sheathed her two short swords into her white jade belt and ran over. "What brings you here?"
"I heard you returned to Tian Dou City and even bought three top-grade items at the auction. So, I came to see if our captain has fallen," Ning Rongrong teased, glancing provocatively at Tang San with a grin. "But after testing him, I found he doesn't have the guts."
"Ahem!" Tang San coughed twice, signaling Xiao Wu not to reveal their little secret. He then said to Ning Rongrong, "Let's show you around the Silver Blue Manor."
"Perfect timing, I came to have some fun." Ning Rongrong sensed a secret between Tang San and Xiao Wu, feeling a brief pang of jealousy, but quickly brightened up again. "By the way, where is Guang Ling? Is she training somewhere else in the manor or researching soul tools?"
"She's researching soul tools, of course," Tang San replied without hesitation. "Aside from daily necessities, she spends most of her time training or researching soul tools, and collaborating with Xiao Wu and me on the study of qi and blood..."
Seeing Xiao Wu's threatening gaze, Tang San coughed and continued, "Xiao Wu and I are pretty much the same. Xiao Wu mainly focuses on medicine, the Three-Blade Assassination Technique, and body techniques, while I focus on martial soul cultivation, creating soul skills, and forging techniques."
Tang San planned to resume forging in the coming days, especially since Electrolux had passed on the forging methods for the Divine Throne. He felt obligated to create several divine-level thrones, otherwise, he'd be wasting the forging blueprints.
He thought about renaming them "Martial Soul Thrones," since this was a world where martial souls reigned supreme.
"Besides training, you should find a subject or profession you're interested in, and delve into research and innovation," Ning Rongrong mused for a while, unsure what else she could do besides training. She asked, "Third Brother, what kind of side job do you think I could take up?"
"Your Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has an affinity for gems, so you could become a treasure appraiser," Tang San suggested after some thought, providing a direction aligned with her martial soul's characteristics.
"Well, I do have an interest in gem appraisal, but becoming a treasure appraiser feels like overkill," Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Also, my father recently had me start managing some sect affairs... I never imagined managing a sect could be so exhausting."
"You're thinking of retiring before you've even started," Xiao Wu teased, mimicking Tang San's tone. "That won't do. If all you do is eat, drink, and play, your life will pass in the blink of an eye."
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue, exasperated. "You two are starting to look like a married couple."
"Ugh!" Xiao Wu coughed awkwardly. Noticing Ning Rongrong's dark green qipao adorned with white plum blossoms, she suggested, "How about trying fashion design?"
"Fashion design? That's a great idea!" Growing up in a prestigious family, Ning Rongrong had a passion for beautiful clothes, her eyes lit up. "You're such a good sister. I don't even know how to thank you. How about we become real sisters?"
"Keep dreaming!" Xiao Wu's expression was disdainful—she knew exactly what Ning Rongrong meant by "real sisters," though Tang San's formidable qi and blood made it difficult for both her and Guang Ling to contend with, good things couldn't be shared so easily.
Ning Rongrong felt a bit speechless; her words didn't carry the meaning Xiao Wu imagined, though she did have that tiny bit of thought.
"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you, Brother," Ning Rongrong's expression suddenly turned serious. "Mu Tian, a disciple of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and a Titled Douluo, has fallen. Did you know about this?"
Yesterday—
Ning Fengzhi received reports from sect disciples, hastily leaving the auction house and returning to the sect's residence in Tian Dou City, where he met Salas, who had brought Mu Tian.
"Salas, what is the meaning of this? Why did you turn our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's disciple into this?" Ning Fengzhi demanded.
"Master Ning, I should be asking you," Salas smirked sinisterly. "Your disciple has strayed from the right path, becoming a fallen one, harming countless innocent villagers."
Before Ning Fengzhi could retort, Salas presented evidence: photos and videos from the Phoenix City Martial Soul Branch Hall.
Irrefutable evidence!
Ning Fengzhi was powerless to refute it!
Just glaring fiercely at the now mostly crippled Mu Tian, he immediately ushered Salas into the hall to discuss how to handle the matter.
"Master Ning, I'm here to discuss a private resolution thanks to the Son of Heaven's face and your daughter's personal affiliation with the Martial Soul Hall," Salas said, with an air of disdain for Ning Fengzhi and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. "Otherwise, this matter would become public knowledge."
This, to some extent, was due to the mass production of soul-guided cameras, photography boxes, and mother-child soul-guided photography orbs, with the main producer being the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School itself.
This was akin to shooting oneself in the foot.
But Ning Fengzhi couldn't blame others; after all, Mu Tian had become a fallen one, hadn't he?
"I wonder how Salas wishes to resolve this?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a stiff upper lip.
"I've brought him to you. How you deal with him is your business. Our Martial Soul Hall doesn't ask for much. Just some support from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in future promotions and such," Salas said unexpectedly, without demanding anything excessive.
That was some good news...
"And as for this fallen one... I'm sure Master Ning knows what kind of person a fallen one is. Their minds are twisted; they can't be called human anymore," Salas finished his tea and prepared to leave. "If you consider our relationship, just lock him up for life, preventing him from harming others, and it will lighten the load on our Martial Soul Hall. After all, I also have to deal with a mountain of reports from other Martial Soul Branch Halls every day."
The implication was that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, as a major sect, should have a sense of right and wrong. Otherwise, Mu Tian's matter would spread throughout the Douluo Continent!
This was Salas's mockery.
But Ning Fengzhi had no strength to argue.
Even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could distance itself from Mu Tian in the future, it would still be labeled as "unable to discern people."