Holding Dugu Yan, they slept a wonderful afternoon nap, and the two finally escaped the bed's seal, seeing the sunlight of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect once more.
After lunch, the two strolled around the sect's plaza, and before long, they arrived at the training grounds, where many sect disciples were gathered in a circle, with cheers erupting from time to time.
Where there's excitement, how could Rongrong and Xiao Wu be missing? From afar, Ning Bei and Dugu Yan could hear their excited shouts.
"Go, A'Dai, defeat him!"
"That's right, A'Dai, quickly throw away your broken scythe and use the Eight-Stage Throw that your Sister Xiao Wu taught you to slam him hard!"
As Xiao Wu spoke, she even mimed an over-the-shoulder throw, like the coaches in KOF matches in his previous life, spouting nonsense from below the ring.
The surrounding disciples were also extremely excited to see the two people fighting on the arena, cheering them on.
Only when Ning Bei and Dugu Yan approached did they realize that the two people on the arena were A'Dai, whom he had purified the bloodline of in the Seven Treasure Forest, and another blond man.
"A'Dai, your strength has improved a lot recently, but you're still no match for me. Watch my Morning Dew Blade."
The cleaver in the blond man's hand flew into the sky, then transformed into hundreds of ice-composed blade formations, attacking A'Dai.
"Nianbing, I know you're strong, but don't underestimate me now. Giant Scythe Sweep."
A'Dai's body rotated, and the scythe formed a huge vortex barrier, deflecting all the ice blades, then rushed towards Long Nianbing, the scythe reaping towards him.
Long Nianbing's pupils constricted. Ever since A'Dai's Spirit changed some time ago, even his Spirit Skills had become more powerful, greatly exceeding his expectations. In the past, the other party could never have broken through the encirclement of the Morning Dew Blade.
Dodging the scythe's attack, Long Nianbing looked at the other party solemnly.
"A'Dai, be careful, Yin Yang Chaos Thought."
The third purple Spirit Ring on his body shone, and he slashed out with an ordinary knife.
A'Dai hurriedly blocked with his scythe. He had never seen this Third Spirit Ring before, but its power surprised him a little, not because it was amazing, but quite the opposite, this knife was unremarkable.
After blocking the slash, A'Dai froze in place, looking at Long Nianbing in confusion.
"This is your Third Spirit Skill?"
"Ah! That's right, it should be very troublesome for you now, but you really put a lot of pressure on me now, so, I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
After hearing Long Nianbing's words, A'Dai instantly felt a trace of something was wrong. Why did he suddenly feel so sad? Was it because the other party looked down on him with a powerless move? That's not right either?
Just as A'Dai was puzzled, the negative emotions in his mind had become more and more serious, even to the point where it was difficult to resist. Tears were already flowing from his eyes because of the sadness in his heart, and he couldn't stop them at all.
The scythe in his hand also disappeared, and all kinds of negative emotions appeared in his mind, making him unable to muster any fighting spirit.
Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong looked strangely at A'Dai on the arena.
"Hey, A'Dai, what's wrong with you? Are you giving up already?"
Seeing that it was about time, Long Nianbing looked at the black-haired boy behind him.
"Yinzhu, that's enough, help A'Dai get out of this state!"
Ye Yinzhu nodded, then summoned his Spirit, the Ancient Zither.
A beautiful melody immediately appeared. After hearing the music, A'Dai slowly emerged from his lost state and looked at Long Nianbing in confusion.
As if seeing the other party's doubts, Long Nianbing explained:
"This is the Third Spirit Ring I obtained from a Spirit-type Soul Beast. It can stimulate various negative emotions within the target, causing them to lose their ability to fight. However, I can't rescue opponents from that state; I still need Yinzhu to do that."
Xiao Wu, seeing her little brother being teased, looked at Long Nianbing with an angry expression.
"You're cheating! Why don't you just face him head-on?"
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, he scratched his head awkwardly but didn't refute.
A'Dai shook his head at Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu-jie, it's just that my own strength is insufficient. I will continue to work hard."
Only then did Xiao Wu let Long Nianbing off the hook, saying to A'Dai with a meaningful expression:
"Now that you understand, practice the Eight-Stage Throw that Xiao Wu-jie taught you properly, understand? Ouch!"
Before she could finish speaking, she received a flick on the head from Ning Bei. Turning around, she saw Ning Bei's familiar figure.
"It's fine if you're lazy yourself, but don't corrupt A'Dai. He has good potential and knows how to work hard. Don't let you turn him into the third laziest person in the sect."
Xiao Wu covered her head, muttering:
"If you don't want me to teach, then don't teach. You've broken my head."
Ning Rongrong beside her looked at Ning Bei with a puzzled expression.
"Brother, what is the third laziest in the sect? Who's the second?"
Ning Bei pointed to the little rabbit covering her head, annoyed.
"Who's the first then?"
Ning Bei looked at his sister amusingly, not saying anything, everything was self-explanatory.
Ning Rongrong looked at him with a dissatisfied expression.
"How is that possible? I'm very diligent, okay?"
"I didn't say anything, don't assume I'm talking about you!"
"Ah?"
Rongrong's little face wrinkled, and she had nothing more to say.
At this moment, Ning Bei came to Ye Yinzhu, who was playing the Ancient Zither.
"Your music seems to have the ability to influence emotions as well. Did you also obtain it from a Spirit-type Soul Beast?"
Ye Yinzhu was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice behind him. Turning around and seeing that it was Ning Bei, he quickly stopped playing and respectfully bowed.
"Second Young Master, you've arrived. That's right, my Spirit Rings were indeed obtained from Spirit-type Soul Beasts. This First Spirit Skill can awaken the original truth, goodness, and beauty in people's hearts."
"Oh? It has such an effect? Play another piece and let me try."
Hearing the other party's introduction, Ning Bei became interested and immediately asked him to play another piece.
Ye Yinzhu nodded, then sat down again to play the zither.
Ning Bei released his mental resistance and began to appreciate the music wholeheartedly.
Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu, Rongrong, and the disciples of the sect around him also began to revel in the beautiful music.
After a while, the performance ended, and the music disappeared. The sect members slowly opened their eyes.
Xiao Wu looked at Ye Yinzhu with a happy face.
"You play the zither quite well!"
"Xiao Wu, you flatter me, just basic skills!"
At this moment, Dugu Yan looked worriedly at Ning Bei beside her, who still had his eyes closed, as if he was still feeling something.
A few minutes later, the woman finally couldn't help but shake his arm.
"A Bei? What's wrong?"
Ning Bei opened his eyes and looked at Dugu Yan with a strange expression.
"My head is full of that 'Diu Diu Diu Diu Diu,' do you know what it is?"
Dugu Yan looked at him in confusion and shook her head.
"What is it?"
"Oh, it's that 'Diu Diu Diu Diu Diu... Dropping the Handkerchief... Dropping the Handkerchief.'"
The song howled out of his broken gong voice made Dugu Yan frown.
Ning Bei stopped singing when he saw the other party's expression.
"Tch, someone with no childhood!"
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