To Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, the moment passed like a flicker of light—
They felt as if the two figures simply… passed by each other.
There was no clash or shockwave neither the explosion of spirit power.
Just two silhouettes crossing paths like a casual walk.
And then—
They noticed something dripping onto the forest floor.
Plip…
Plip…
Plip…
Ning Rongrong’s eyes slowly widened in horror.
Qian Renxue, still calm, still composed, was holding something in her left hand.
An arm.
Gu Rong’s arm.
“ARRRGGGHHH—!”
A heart-rending scream tore through the forest canopy, shaking birds into flight.
Gu Rong staggered backward, clutching the gushing stump where his right arm had been moments before. Blood poured down his robes in torrents, his face twisted with disbelief more than pain.
He—
He didn’t even see the attack.
Qian Renxue tilted her head slightly, golden hair swaying like a celestial waterfall. Her purple eyes, glowing faintly with luster, curved in amusement.
“Don’t you know?”
Her voice was soft, melodic—yet dripping with disdain.
“In this era where Fierce Beasts are nothing but large insects…
Super Douluos are merely slightly small insects.”
Her lips curved into a mocking smile.
“Level 95? Truly… nothing worth mentioning.”
The forest seemed to fall silent around her words.
To belittle a Super Douluo as one belittles a common ant—
Only someone far beyond the mortal scale of power could say such a thing.
Ning Fengzhi felt his scalp go numb.
Ning Rongrong, frozen in shock, finally reacted.
Her voice trembled, cracking into a sob:
“G-Grandpa…!”
She rushed forward, eyes brimming with tears, trying to support Gu Rong.
Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to rush forward and pull his daughter away, a soft tap echoed.
A hand landed gently on Ning Rongrong’s head.
The little girl froze.
Qian Renxue—who had been standing several meters away only a heartbeat ago—was now right in front of her, golden hair glowing softly in the filtered forest light. Her movements had been so fast and silent that no one perceived them.
Ning Rongrong stiffened, every instinct screaming danger.
Her breath hitched; her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
Qian Renxue lowered herself slightly, eyes curving in amusement.
“Ah~ what a cute little sister.”
Her tone was light, teasing—yet the oppressive aura beneath it made Ning Rongrong’s knees wobble.
Qian Renxue tapped her finger against her chin, pondering dramatically.
“I should’ve brought you a gift,” she mused.
Then her eyes brightened with mock delight.
“Wait… I did bring something precious.”
She lifted her left hand.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Fresh blood dripped from the severed arm she still held.
Gu Rong’s arm.
“A hand from a Level 95 Super Douluo.”
She smiled, amused. “Be grateful. It’s far rarer than anything your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan could buy.”
Before Ning Fengzhi could even shout—
Before Ning Rongrong could react—
Qian Renxue gently placed the severed arm into the little girl’s hands.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly for a solid second.
Then—
“Aaaaaaa—!”
Her piercing shriek echoed through the trees. She dropped the arm, stumbled backward, and instantly fainted, collapsing into Ning Fengzhi’s arms as he rushed forward in panic.
Qian Renxue flicked her fingers as if dusting off something trivial.
Her purple eyes lifted lazily toward Ning Fengzhi.
“See?”
Her voice was calm. Almost friendly.
“I’ve taught your daughter a lesson she will never forget.”
Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard.
His back was drenched in cold sweat.
His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul was already released, floating behind him.
Her calmness terrified him more than any killing intent could.
Qian Renxue's gaze drifted lazily to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Fengzhi’s hand.
Her lips curled.
“Oh? Wow, Clan Leader… it seems you’ve found a way to evolve your martial soul.”
Ning Fengzhi froze.
His martial soul floated behind him—and above the seventh floor, one solid and one faint illusory floors shimmered. Even among the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, only two people knew of this secret. Even Rongrong didn’t know yet.
He had never intended to display it here… but in his panic to heal Gu Rong, he had released it instinctively.
Before he could answer—
She was suddenly beside him.
As if he could not perceive her existence.
Her fingers landed lightly on his shoulder.A soft touch.
Yet Ning Fengzhi felt as if an ancient beast’s claw had settled on his heart.
“Clan Leader Ning Fengzhi,” she said gently, almost affectionately,
“I will let the disrespect slide… once.”
Her smile deepened, eyes curving like a crescent moon—yet colder than the deepest abyss.
“After all… you are a very worthwhile asset.”
His breath hitched.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. The pressure on his shoulders wasn’t physical—it was the feeling of being watched by something far, far beyond human comprehension.
He forced himself to look up into those deep purple eyes.
For a moment, he forgot she was a child of 15 years old.
For a moment, he forgot she was human.
And then—She vanished.
Bubbles drifted in the air where she stood, popping one by one, making it seem as though she had never existed.
It was as if all the event that transpired here was an illusion.
But the severed arm on the ground…The unconscious Gu Rong…The fainted Rongrong…
No illusion could replicate those.
Ning Fengzhi swallowed hard and immediately lifting his daughter, gently into his arms. The fear still clung to her delicate fingers—she had fainted gripping the sleeve where the severed arm had touched.
Gu Rong lay on the ground, blood still flowing.
Ning Fengzhi channeled healing light into him—soft beams sinking into the stump of the arm.
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