Hearing that they needed to return to the Star Dou Great Forest to cure Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu's expression changed immediately. The distance was too far—by the time they transported Dai Mubai there, he would likely already be dead.
"Is there any other way?"
Lan Yin shook her head. "The best solution now is to have the Titled Douluo who poisoned him undo it. That would be the fastest and most effective method."
Upon hearing this, the Shrek group's expressions turned uneasy. They had barely escaped Poison Douluo's grasp—why would he ever agree to cure Dai Mubai?
"Let me go." At this moment, Ning Rongrong glanced at Dai Mubai, who lay pale-faced on the bed, and stood up.
The Grandmaster beside her asked, "Rongrong, are you planning to seek your father's help at the castle?"
Everyone present understood that, given today's events, Ning Rongrong alone wouldn't be able to persuade Poison Douluo—she might not even get an audience with him. The only option was for Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to intervene. Perhaps Poison Douluo would give him face.
The Shrek group wasn't wrong in their assumptions. At this moment, Dugu Bo was still troubled by his own poisoning dilemma—debating whether to reveal his secret location and have Tang San bring Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan to gather medicinal herbs, or to endure a little longer in hopes of finding a better solution before resorting to Tang San's help.
Still torn!
Ning Rongrong shook her head and said, "Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's castle is near Heaven Dou Imperial City, it's still some distance away. By the time I get there, I don't know if Big Brother Dai can hold on."
The Grandmaster frowned. "Rongrong, Dugu Bo may not give you face alone. And do you even know where he is right now?"
The Shrek group immediately fell into confusion—right, they didn't even know Poison Douluo's current whereabouts! They didn't even have a place to beg for help!
Ning Rongrong lowered her gaze, clenched her fists, and spoke in a heavy voice, as if making a monumental decision: "Grandmaster, I may not know where Dugu Bo is, but Tang San should know. I'll go ask him for help."
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"You—you're going to beg Tang San?! No, Rongrong, I won't let you!" Oscar immediately rushed forward, blocking her path, his face filled with urgency.
"Rongrong, if you ask him for help, who knows what unreasonable demands he might make? You can't go beg him!" Oscar's face flushed red with agitation, veins bulging in his eyes.
Ning Rongrong had always been the object of his pursuit, his goddess. Now, his goddess was planning to visit another man in the dead of night to beg for help—and with their engagement still in place! If Tang San used this as leverage, the consequences would be disastrous!
Ning Rongrong's face twisted with grievance, her eyes reddening at the corners. Given her pride, she would never choose to beg Tang San if there were any other option. Her voice trembled with suppressed tears as she said, "Then—then tell me, is there any other way?! Should we just watch Big Brother Dai die? Right now, begging Tang San is the best solution."
Watching this scene unfold, Lan Yin, who had been absent earlier, was utterly bewildered. What was going on? Had she missed some major drama?!
"Xiao Wu, who is this Tang San?" Lan Yin asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu pouted her lips and thought for a moment before saying, "An extremely powerful person."
"Extremely powerful? Is he the Titled Douluo who poisoned them?"
Xiao Wu then gave a brief explanation. When she heard that Tang San was the same age as Ning Rongrong and had single-handedly defeated the six members of Shrek, she was somewhat astonished. She knew very well that Xiao Wu was no ordinary person—she was practically invincible in one-on-one combat at the same level, possessing Soul Skills that were all Godly Skills for single-target battles.
With her single-target throws, single-target control, and teleportation abilities, combined with her extraordinary physical resilience, who could possibly defeat her one-on-one? Now, a kid named Tang San had taken on six at once—how could that not shock her?
"Oscar, let Rongrong go," Grandmaster stepped forward and said.
"But, Grandmaster—"
Grandmaster cut Oscar off. "Have faith in Rongrong."
If Tang San had been present at that moment, he would have surely retorted: I was the one who called off the engagement!! Are you all misunderstanding something?!
Meanwhile, in the most luxurious room atop the Clear Sky Tower in Heaven Dou City, Tang San was staring intently at an open treasure box before him—none other than the Spirit Bone Display Box obtained from the Holy Spirit Sect's ruins. Inside lay half a box of Treasure Blood.
"This isn't ordinary blood—it's marrow, used for producing blood," Tang San had studied it and discovered that what the Holy Spirit Sect had created was indeed meant to resurrect the Rakshasa God!
"That Rakshasa God took away a Spirit Bone, so if I assume it's trying to reconstruct a physical body, it would need three components: bones, blood, and flesh. The Holy Spirit Sect has already developed Bone Seeds to produce Spirit Bones. If gathering six Spirit Bones is the first step, then this must be the second."
"Even now, the additional God Trial hasn't appeared—not because this thing isn't important, but because it's too important. Rakshasa knows I'd haggle over it." Tang San clicked his tongue. He had initially thought the lingering will of the Rakshasa God was foolish, but it seemed he wasn't entirely stupid.
Though Tang San had said he needed a God-given Spirit Ring, he hadn't specified that just one would be enough to close the deal.
He was merely probing to see where the Rakshasa God's limits lay.
This was the art of negotiation—even when dealing with a god, one had to extract the maximum value. However, the Rakshasa God had grown wiser this time. Unlike the first additional God Trial, where it kept raising the stakes, it had now learned to play the long game!
"He knows I need a God-given Spirit Ring, and I know he needs this thing. Now it's just a matter of who caves first—whoever does will be at a disadvantage in the negotiation." With a snap, Tang San closed the box. He could still hold out.
Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Bai Chenxiang's voice from outside: "Young Sect Master, Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School requests an audience."
"Huh? Ning Rongrong?" Tang San's expression turned odd, his face full of confusion. What the hell is Ning Rongrong up to? he wondered. "Is she alone or with others?"
"Reporting to the Young Sect Master, Ning Rongrong came alone. She says she has something to discuss with you," Bai Chenxiang answered truthfully.
"Let her in."
A short while later, the door slowly creaked open as a cautious Ning Rongrong stepped inside gingerly. Bai Chenxiang shot her a wary glance, snorted inwardly, and closed the door behind her.
Hearing the door shut, Ning Rongrong tensed up—this was her first time entering a man's room!
Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong with confusion, his voice somewhat cold as he asked, "What is it?"
Ning Rongrong, perhaps nervous, stammered, "I... I want you to help me get Dugu Bo to remove the poison."
"Remove the poison?" Tang San suddenly recalled the battle at noon when Dugu Bo had glared at Dai Mubai before collapsing to the ground.
In an instant, Tang San understood what had happened. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips as he gazed at Ning Rongrong, who had once been called the Little Witch.
"So you're begging me?"
(End of Chapter)