Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The girl with disheveled hair gazed at the azure sky, but her facial expression appeared quite melancholic.
She subconsciously touched her chest.
After a long while, she let out a long sigh: "Can't go back, it's already impossible to go back!"
Who could have imagined that with just a blink of her eyes, her entire person seemed to have been swapped out.
The girl's upper body was clad in rather luxurious silk satin, and from her waist down, she wore a beige long skirt that reached past her knees.
That was what her "best friend" Ye Lengleng had made her wear.
Well, they were already best friends now.
Thinking of the scene where she was pinned down in the room and forced to change clothes, Ning Tian felt her scalp tingle. How had she never noticed before that Ye Lengleng was so aggressive!
She clearly gave off a very aloof vibe, but sometimes she was full of energy.
Now...
Ning Tian couldn't help but shudder.
Damn that God of Love—possess if you want to possess, but why the hell did she have to change my gender too.
You, a god above level 100, were you really that bored?
Even though her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had advanced to the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Tian didn't feel much joy from it now.
"Rustle—"
Footsteps approached from afar.
Ning Tian didn't look back, but she already knew the identity of the newcomer.
"What are you here for?"
"Eh, the outfit I spent a fortune on buying still fits pretty well, huh?" The slightly teasing voice couldn't help but make one angry. "Ning Tian, it's been over two months; you look like you've adapted to your current identity."
"Hehe, truly congratulations."
"Get lost!"
A fist the size of a sand pot swung backward; the scene of connecting to a big move didn't appear, but the swung fist's wrist was grabbed.
"You... let go of me, Ning Yun."
"My cute little sister, acting like this really troubles me as your brother!"
Ning Yun smiled faintly,
"Your strength is much weaker compared to when you were a boy. I remember you used to punch me just like this back then!"
"Thinking about it now is truly pleasurable!"
"Get lost!"
Ning Tian kicked toward Ning Yun's abdomen, a bit lower down.
"Hey!"
Ning Yun released her hand and quickly retreated backward.
Once in a safe range, she subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her hand.
"You're a bit too ruthless; if you actually landed that kick, I'd be done for—no heirs!"
Ning Tian was now a Soul Emperor.
That's right, after waking from her coma, perhaps due to absorbing too much of the secondary god's divine soul power, she had leveled up several times.
She jumped from over level 50 straight to level 60, and not long ago, she had obtained her sixth soul ring.
"Better if it's broken." Ning Tian gave Ning Yun a disdainful glance. "Anyway, there's no sect master position for you to inherit, and besides, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't against taking in sons-in-law."
Ning Tian: "..."
"Besides, as long as it's not soul damage, go find Elder Ye Renxin; he should help you recover. Though whether you can bring yourself to do it, I can't guarantee."
"I say, is there any need to be this angry?" Ning Yun spread his hands. "Being a girl is pretty good too, isn't it?"
"Look at Rongrong; she's way more favored than us two brothers."
"The dirty and tiring work is all done by us brothers."
"She focuses on cultivation, while you..."
"You were often out in the Tian Dou Empire, seeking flowers and asking willows with Xue Qinghe. Don't think I don't know."
"I was discussing proper business, and the places I went were noble lounges, not the pleasure houses you're talking about."
"Heh." Ning Tian rolled her eyes. "You think I'd believe that?"
"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter; even if you want to now, you can't—oh wait, it's not that you can't, but..."
Ning Yun looked Ning Tian up and down: "With your current body... cough cough."
Seeing Ning Tian's darkening face, Ning Yun hurriedly changed the topic.
"Lately, things in Tian Dou haven't been peaceful. Princess Xue Ke hopes to purchase another batch of soul tools for deterrence."
"I have to go back to Vast Sea City with Zi Zhenzhu to handle some follow-up matters, so I can't go."
"Besides, even before you fell into a coma, these were your responsibilities."
Ning Tian directly filtered out Ning Yun's teasing words and pointed at herself.
"Look at me now—do I seem like I can just casually go out?"
"Why not? This is also Father's intention. You've been cooped up at home for months now. If this continues, in Rongrong's words, you're about to get depression."
"I don't want to go; I'm not going anywhere." Ning Tian waved her hand. "Help me turn it down with Father."
"No can do!" Ning Yun spread his hands. "This is Father's direct order. I'm not Rongrong; I don't have the ability to pull that off."
"Aside from his hobby with cat girls, his authority is still full!"
"Or you could go act cute; who knows, it might work." Ning Yun said helplessly.
"Get lost! I, Ning Tian, even if I die, die in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and stink up the place, get buried in the soil as fertilizer—I still won't listen to you and go act cute for someone. I'm a man, a man!"
"Even if you don't find it disgusting, I do."
"What about Father's side? Such a big matter—he shouldn't be going to Tian Dou City himself?" Ning Tian wasn't completely ignorant of external affairs.
Perhaps because Xue Qinghe didn't handle things cleanly before dying, and Xue Ke's methods were relatively soft.
Now, Xue Beng, who was hiding somewhere, seemed to be plotting a rebellion to seize power.
Xue Ke's prestige was already inferior to Xue Qinghe's, and with her softer personality, it only emboldened the nobles even more—after all, what Xue Ke was implementing was basically Xue Qinghe's plans.
And Xue Qinghe's plans themselves weren't very favorable to the nobles.
"Before Rongrong comes out of seclusion, Father said he won't interfere in the Tian Dou Empire's internal affairs, except for normal business dealings."
"What exactly are they thinking?" Ning Tian furrowed her brows. "Xue Beng definitely has support from the Xing Luo Empire; otherwise, it's unlikely for information to spread so quickly, with rebellious nobles popping up one after another."
"That's not something we can get involved in. I have a vague feeling."
"What?"
"Xue Qinghe might not be dead." Ning Yun's tone was quite certain.
"What rumor is this? You believe it too?" Ning Tian's face showed a big "speechless."
A Limit Douluo couldn't kill Xue Qinghe—who do you think Xue Qinghe is!
Qian Renxue of Spirit Hall?
With that unscientific soul bone set, plus divine artifacts and so on, it's indeed possible to survive a Limit Douluo's assault.
But Xue Qinghe, with his trash combat power—resisting a Limit Douluo's power? Even if all the buried ancestors of the Tian Dou imperial family crawled out, they couldn't do it.
"Speaking of which, do you and him have some shady relationship?"
Ning Tian reflexively asked.
The Tian Dou nobles played around quite lavishly, and Ning Yun had been very close to Xue Qinghe back then, so Ning Tian couldn't help but suspect.
"Don't talk nonsense; we were normal friends." Ning Yun's face was full of black lines. "What I mean is, Father's attitude when Xue Qinghe died left me very confused."
Xue Qinghe's status as a disciple wasn't something picked up from a trash bin.
Plus, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had gained quite a few policy benefits from the Tian Dou Empire; they shouldn't reconcile so easily with the Haotian Sect side.
"With Father's personality, I always feel like he knew from the start that Xue Qinghe might be assassinated."
"You have to know, Xue Qinghe was his disciple; Father..."
"What are you trying to say?" Ning Tian interrupted him.
"Maybe he's playing a big game."
"What big game requires an emperor to die." Ning Tian was quite speechless.
The emperor died, and that's that—even if he didn't die, he's dead!
Such a thing can't be faked.
"What if gods are involved behind the scenes?" Ning Yun said.
"Gods..." Ning Tian fell silent.
If it were before, Ning Tian would have already slapped Ning Yun across the face for saying that.
Are gods that easy to encounter?
But thinking of that immoral and unloved God of Love made her head swell with anger.