"Chrysanthemum Douluo! You've broken protocol!"
Before Yue Guan (Chrysanthemum Douluo) could react, Ghost Douluo pulled him back a few steps.
Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly crossed the threshold into Qian Renfeng's private quarters.
Within the Spirit Hall, such an act was a serious violation of hierarchy!
Yue Guan immediately dropped to his knees, his voice trembling slightly.
"Second Young Master… this subordinate deserves punishment!"
"I only stepped in because I was too concerned about the Holy Maiden. I entered your room by mistake. Please punish me as you see fit!"
Qian Renfeng waved his hand.
"No need for punishment. But you now owe me a favor. If I tell you to go east one day, don't go west."
"If I tell you to kill Bibi Dong, then don't go killing Ghost Douluo instead."
Yue Guan's expression changed drastically.
Though there had always been rumors of tension between the Pope's faction and others within Spirit Hall, no one had ever dared to say it so openly!
The worst part? Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo were officially known to be aligned with Bibi Dong's side.
Qian Renfeng's blunt remark left Yue Guan completely flustered, and he could only respond with diplomatic formality:
"As long as Second Young Master commands, this subordinate shall follow without hesitation."
Tap… tap… tap.
This time, it wasn't the sound of high heels. It sounded more like a cane tapping rhythmically against stone.
Qian Renfeng glanced in the direction of the sound.
It was "Xue Qinghe" (actually Qian Renxue in disguise) slowly entering the courtyard. But the tapping sound wasn't from her—it came from the person behind her.
This person wore a snow-white robe, with a luxurious silk outer layer, but a sinister aura hung around him that made him difficult to read.
"Oh? Sect Master Ning?"
"Back again so soon? Don't tell me the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect holds a grudge over your defeat and is here for revenge?"
"What now, you're hiding another Title Douluo up your sleeve?"
Qian Renfeng mocked.
Because of Ning Rongrong's arrogance and Ning Fengzhi's hypocrisy, Qian Renfeng had little affection for them.
Now they came unannounced, not even bothering to greet him. His opinion of them only worsened.
Ning Fengzhi looked haggard. When he saw the three people standing behind Qian Renfeng, his brows furrowed.
Aren't those Spirit Hall's Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos?!
But ignoring that for now, he anxiously met Qian Renfeng's gaze and pleaded:
"Senior… You must know something about Rongrong's condition!"
"I beg you to tell me! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will do everything in its power to repay you!"
As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi even bent at the waist, about to bow, but Qian Renfeng sidestepped with a cold expression and refused the gesture.
"I don't need your sect's loyalty."
"As for Ning Rongrong's situation, tell me first: was it her evil thoughts that took over—or did she sign a contract?"
Before Qian Renfeng could finish, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened. He stared intently into Qian Renfeng's eyes, trying to read the answer.
But Qian Renfeng only chuckled twice and said nothing further.
He didn't need to spell it out.
It was obvious that Ning Rongrong's evil intent had taken root and transformed into actual demonic energy.
Just like Ma Xiaotao in Douluo Dalu 2, the evil fire within had overtaken her reason. Otherwise, Ning Fengzhi wouldn't be here in person already.
He would've tried talking to her first.
Ning Fengzhi, now desperate, tossed his cane aside, gathered his robe, and knelt slowly.
Qian Renfeng's expression turned furious.
"Is your backbone made of jelly? Why are you always kneeling?!"
"What's the use of kneeling? When I warned you to watch her, why didn't you listen?!"
Without another word, Qian Renfeng spread his eight angel wings and flew into the sky, ignoring him completely.
"Qianfeng!"
A male voice echoed through the courtyard. Qian Renfeng immediately shut off his hearing.
He didn't need to hear it.
He already knew who it was.
It was his sister—Qian Renxue.
Moments later.
Qian Renfeng landed back in the courtyard, still full of anger, and gave his sister a sharp look.
After a long pause, he spoke via spiritual transmission:
"Sister, this is the last time I'll help the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"If you still can't bring them under control, then I'm done. I've been more than patient."
"Your little brother isn't some bleeding-heart saint."
Qian Renxue nodded.
She knew that Qian Renfeng had endured quite a bit for her sake—to win over the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
If they still failed this time…
Then maybe it was time to let that sect perish.
"Alright, Qianfeng. I promise you, this is the last time."
"Please, trust your sister."
Qian Renfeng gritted his teeth.
"Where is she?!"
"Bring her here tomorrow. There might still be time to save her."
As he turned to head inside, Ning Fengzhi said quietly:
"…She's gone."
Qian Renfeng froze.
"You idiot! Are you f*cking useless?!"
"Two Title Douluos can't keep track of a little Spirit Ancestor?! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should just disband!"
Ning Fengzhi lowered his head in shame.
This was the first time in his life he had ever been scolded like this.
But he had no excuses.
After returning to the sect, he hadn't paid attention to Ning Rongrong's strange condition. He hadn't taken Qian Renfeng's warning seriously.
He was too focused on taking care of the injured Bone Douluo, who was one of the sect's core strengths.
But in that moment of distraction… Ning Rongrong disappeared.
Worse—she hadn't left alone.
When she vanished, she was accompanied by a man in a black cloak—someone who could sneak past Sword Douluo and enter the sect undetected.
And with just a few words… he had convinced Ning Rongrong to go with him willingly.
Now, Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to seek help again from the only person who might have a chance of fixing this:
Qian Renfeng.
After venting his anger, Qian Renfeng felt a little better. He left them with one sentence:
"Just find her first."
Outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
An old man in a rough black cloak slowly removed his hood. His face was covered in tears as he looked at Ning Rongrong and nodded in satisfaction.
"Holy Maiden… this old servant has finally found you."
"Our Twin Sacred God Sect… has finally found the one who can destroy the Divine Angel."
The evil aura around Ning Rongrong had grown stronger.
Even without releasing her martial soul, others could already feel a chilling cold radiating from her.
Her gaze was ice-cold.
Gone was the arrogant, spoiled girl from before—now she stared at the old man with indifference.
"Elder Longling, I hope you'll keep your promise."
"Help me find the second martial soul, one that belongs to the Twin Sacred God Sect."