Chapter 162: Are You Planning to Build a Force? Why Does It Look So Much Like a Harem?
The chat group notification sound was still ringing.
[Bingbing]: Tsk tsk, that Titled Douluo who submitted to someone else is really disgraceful.
[Bingbing]: A dignified Titled Douluo, bowing his head just like that. Must have no backbone at all.
[Little Witch]: You have no idea. When I first heard this news, I was completely stunned. I even thought someone was making it up out of boredom to mess with me.
[Little Witch]: But later, Ah Qing told me personally. Every word was true, not a bit exaggerated.
[Little Witch]: And yeah, it seems Ah Qing even helped Dugu Bo figure out a way to detoxify. Otherwise, with that poison skill that has seeped into his very bones, who on the entire continent could cure him? Not a chance.
[Little Witch]: Wait, wait, let me sort this out—Ah Qing has a Titled Douluo master, and under his master, there's also another Titled Douluo.
[Little Witch]: Hiss… if you calculate it like this, if he really wanted to make a move, the power he holds could actually build a major force, right?
Ning Rongrong's heartbeat inexplicably quickens.
She recalled what Lin Qingmo had casually said earlier: "thinking of building a force." At the time, she hadn't taken it seriously.
But now, thinking it through carefully, she suddenly realized she had underestimated it.
This might actually be possible.
She knew the foundations of the continent's top forces all too well.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, as one of the upper three sects aside from Spirit Hall, had two Titled Douluo presiding over it.
Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword, plus her father—that was the confidence that made all sides hesitate to act rashly.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, also one of the upper three sects, only had a single Titled Douluo.
As for the two great empires, Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire, their royal families didn't even have a single Titled Douluo.
If the two behind Lin Qingmo were truly revealed, the entire continent's power structure would tremble.
Messages in the group kept popping up rapidly, but Ning Rongrong's thoughts had already drifted far away.
Her mind was in chaos.
She couldn't help but think how great it would be if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could establish a connection with Lin Qingmo.
[Dad Douluo]: I don't want to keep flaunting my master's name, nor do I intend to live my whole life under her shadow.
This was Lin Qingmo's true thought.
Even if he built a force, he had no intention of borrowing his master's reputation.
[Dad Douluo]: With the immortal herbs in my hands and the method of increasing the soul ring absorption limit, building a team from scratch isn't difficult.
[Dad Douluo]: Speaking of which, I've been thinking about something lately. Do you think I should just dismantle Tang San's original Shrek Seven Devils lineup?
Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank; her breathing stopped for a moment.
Dismantle?
Dismantle the Shrek Seven Devils?
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Dismantle? Are you out of your mind? Aren't the Shrek Seven Devils like a solid iron plate?
[Dad Douluo]: A solid iron plate? That's the Shrek Seven Devils in the original story. Look at the current situation yourselves.
Xiao Wu was naturally Lin Qingmo's bedmate.
And Zhu Zhuqing's stance was already clear—she was about to be on the same side as Lin Qingmo, having nothing to do with Tang San anymore.
As for Oscar, there was no need to even mention him.
Because Tang San's interference caused him to fail in absorbing his soul ring, the two were already at odds.
Dai Mubai had even been crippled by Tang San; their enmity was truly irreconcilable.
And Dai Mubai and Oscar were together, both shrouded in resentment, their hatred toward Tang San only growing deeper.
Ma Hongjun was Dai Mubai's follower and Oscar's good brother; wherever Dai Mubai went, he would follow without hesitation.
[Dad Douluo]: Calculating it like this, among the original Shrek Seven Devils, the only one still hanging in mid-air and not yet settled is Ning Rongrong.
"!"
Ning Rongrong's heart tightened slightly.
Staring at that line of text, she suddenly felt as if she had been stripped bare and thrown into a crowd.
Lin Qingmo was right. She really was the only one who hadn't taken a stance yet.
[Dad Douluo]: As long as I bring Ning Rongrong over as well, Tang San's most relied-upon group in the future will all be taken by me.
[Dad Douluo]: At that point, no matter how capable he is, he won't be able to stir up any waves.
Those words were ruthless and straightforward.
Lin Qingmo had openly laid his cards on the table in the group. The meaning was clear: he was poaching people.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Ah Qing, that move of yours is pretty vicious! But I like it.
[Dad Douluo]: I should find a chance to talk to Ning Rongrong in person, though, since she belongs to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I won't hold out much hope.
Ning Rongrong stared at the words "talk to Ning Rongrong in person," her heartbeat quickening again.
How would he talk?
Ask directly? Or probe indirectly?
No, Lin Qingmo wasn't the type to beat around the bush. He would definitely just say, "Ning Rongrong, come follow me."
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt like laughing.
She realized she didn't actually resist this scenario. She even felt a bit of anticipation.
"Wait, what am I expecting?"
Realizing something was seriously wrong with her thoughts, she quickly shook her head, throwing away those messy ideas.
The chat group was still active, messages scrolling rapidly, but Ning Rongrong could no longer focus on it.
She leaned back and fell onto the soft bed.
Staring at the ceiling, her mind replayed everything she had just read over and over again.
Since when has Ning Rongrong ever been troubled by something like this?
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was the young miss. Everyone indulged and pampered her.
But now, she was actually being stumped by a choice.
Ning Rongrong pressed her lips together, her expression conflicted.
Just as she herself had said, she was backed by the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and couldn't, like Zhu Zhuqing, swear by her martial soul to join someone else's force.
Even if that someone was Lin Qingmo.
The group suddenly went quiet for a few seconds.
Really, just a few seconds—no one even spoke.
Then a message popped up with a snap.
Even through the screen, one could feel the teasing amusement in that tone.
[The Pope Herself]: Oh? So Ah Qing is planning to use building a force as an excuse to start a harem conveniently?
Inside Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong set the scepter in her hand aside, her eyes narrowing slightly, like a cat eyeing its prey.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the table as she pondered for a while before typing that sentence.
To be honest, she herself felt that the tease hit the mark perfectly.
On the other side, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu were all looking at the chat group.
Seeing that sentence, all three froze at the same time, then their faces instantly flushed red.
The blush spread from their cheeks to the tips of their ears, even their necks heating up.
Ning Rongrong felt her heart pounding, almost leaping out of her throat.
Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together without saying a word, but the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they might drip blood.
Xiao Wu directly cried out in surprise, "Eh?!"
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