Chapter 37: The Zhu Sisters, and Yu Xiaogang Sells Me Out!
"Could it be that those people secretly protecting me were actually already bought off?"
"Or maybe… they were my brothers' people from the very beginning?"
The more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the colder she felt all over.
An "accident" involving the Titan Giant Ape's level was practically the perfect excuse!
Dying at the hands of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast—who could find any flaws in that? Who could pin the blame on the hidden guards?
At this moment, her desire to go to Nuoding City grew even stronger.
Not just to meet that interesting owner of the diary, but also for survival!
Only by staying beside Lin Yuan—someone who seemed able to foresee everything and see through everything—could she feel even a trace of security!
After all, she couldn't stay inside the sect forever. Her father and her two grandfathers couldn't protect her for an entire lifetime either.
Only if she became strong herself, or had powerful companions by her side, would her brothers dare not do anything excessive!
…
At the same time,
Star Luo Empire, the Zhu Clan's main residence.
Inside a secluded courtyard, two large figures and one small figure sat together.
The smallest of them looked only about five years old—delicate and exquisite, like a finely crafted porcelain doll.
Yet in her eyes, which had not fully matured yet, there was a chill and maturity far beyond her age.
It was none other than the young Zhu Zhuqing.
"Sister, do you think what this Lin Yuan says… is really true?"
Little Zhuqing pointed at the diary copy floating in front of her and asked in a soft, childish voice,
"In the future, will I really become Dai Mubai's fiancée?"
"Wouldn't that mean… that one day, I'll have to fight you…"
As she spoke to this point, a trace of fear flashed through her big eyes.
As the Third Young Lady of the Zhu Clan, even though she hadn't awakened her Martial Soul yet, she had already been instilled with the clan's cruel rules of competition.
Survival of the fittest. The victor lives, the loser dies—or is crippled.
Her relationship with her sister, Zhu Zhuyun, was very good right now, and her sister doted on her deeply.
She truly didn't want a day to come when the two of them would have to fight each other to the death over that cold imperial throne.
Beside her, Zhu Zhuyun—already well-developed and strikingly voluptuous—also wore an extremely complicated expression.
She stared at the diary, her brows tightly furrowed.
"Dai Mubai…"
Zhu Zhuyun let out a soft sigh and gently patted her little sister's head.
"I never imagined that you'd have Martial Soul resonance with that Third Prince in the future."
"What are we supposed to do about this…"
Zhu Zhuyun was also troubled.
At this point in time, she still loved and cherished her younger sister, who had yet to awaken her Martial Soul.
But what concerned her even more was another piece of information revealed in the diary.
"Shrek Academy…"
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them.
"If Dai Mubai appears at Shrek in the future, doesn't that mean… he ran away?"
"As a prince, instead of striving forward in the face of competition, he abandons his fiancée and flees to another country just to scrape by?"
"That lecherous tiger is actually this cowardly!"
Zhu Zhuyun was filled with contempt.
Dai Mubai's talent was actually better than her own fiancé Dai Weisi's, but because he was younger, his chances of winning were slim.
But having slim odds wasn't an excuse to become a deserter!
"Besides that—who is this woman called Qian Renxue?"
Zhu Zhuyun stared at the name mentioned in the diary.
"What status does she have in the Spirit Hall?"
"To be able to casually mobilize Titled Douluo to go to Nuoding City?"
"Don't tell me she's the former Pope's illegitimate daughter? Her surname is Qian, after all…"
This question wasn't just hers—everyone who possessed a diary copy was probably wondering the same thing.
However, the most urgent matter right now was still comforting her little sister.
"Zhuqing, don't worry."
"Since we now have this diary copy and can learn about the future in advance, then there will definitely be a way to change our fate!"
…
Dorm Seven.
At this point, Lin Yuan stopped writing.
He actually didn't know where the hidden guards protecting Ning Rongrong went in the original work.
But that didn't stop him from stirring up a little "conspiracy theory" in the diary.
Only by making Ning Rongrong feel danger—feel fear—would she become desperate to find a new source of reliance.
And he, Lin Yuan, was that reliance.
After all, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo couldn't protect her for a lifetime.
Moreover, those two Titled Douluo spent most of their time with Ning Fengzhi anyway. At best, the ones who could protect Ning Rongrong were Soul Douluo-level experts.
And honestly, what he said wasn't really wrong either.
If something truly happened to Ning Rongrong, then unless Ning Fengzhi had another daughter, the final choice for sect master would inevitably be made from among his sons.
"Lin Yuan…"
A soft, glutinous voice came from beside him.
Seeing Lin Yuan open his eyes, Xiao Wu asked a little nervously,
"Do you think those few Titled Douluo who suddenly appeared will come back again?"
Lin Yuan shook his head. "That's hard to say, but I feel like they probably won't dare to come back in the short term."
"However, if those three really are Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall, and they let their target escape, they'll probably stay in Nuoding City for a while."
"What? First time seeing Titled Douluo—feeling a bit scared?"
Xiao Wu giggled. "Can't be helped. You saw how huge the fluctuations were when they fought in the air. What if we got caught up in it? We're just little Soul Masters."
Lin Yuan chuckled. "That's why we have to cultivate hard. Otherwise, in the future, we'll only be fish on someone else's chopping board."
…
Outside the city,
Tang Hao, clad in a tattered black robe and holding the Clear Sky Hammer, stood like a murderous god as he coldly stared at the three people surrounding him in a triangular formation.
"I'm actually very curious."
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and low, carrying suppressed fury.
"How did the three of you know I was here? I shouldn't have revealed my whereabouts to anyone."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan pinched his orchid fingers and smiled softly,
"Hehehe, Clear Sky Douluo doesn't know this, then?"
"This is Her Majesty the Pope's own intelligence network—heavenly nets cast wide, leaving no gaps."
"We also didn't expect that the dignified Clear Sky Douluo would hide like a rat in such a godforsaken little city."
At this point, a trace of mockery flashed through Yue Guan's eyes.
"What? Could it be that there's prey you've taken a fancy to in Nuoding City's Spirit Hall branch?"
"Or perhaps… there's some unspeakable secret hidden here?"
When he heard the word "secret," Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Heh, your own intelligence network…"
Tang Hao let out a cold laugh as killing intent erupted from his eyes, surging outward like tangible white waves.
"Bullshit!"
"If Bibi Dong's hands could really reach that far, she wouldn't have only discovered me now!"
At this moment, Tang Hao was already certain—his whereabouts had been exposed by Yu Xiaogang!
Yu Xiaogang: ???
In Nuoding City, he had only met Yu Xiaogang!
He had just handed the token to Yu Xiaogang, and right after that, the Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo came knocking.
How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
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End of Chapter