"What?!"
Ning Rongrong's expression changed drastically.
That oppressive force wasn't directed at the physical body, but rather pierced straight into the soul!
Her proud soul power was as fragile as paper in the face of this pressure, and was instantly shattered into pieces.
The two bright yellow soul rings beneath his feet flickered violently a few times before collapsing into countless points of light with a "pop".
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Ning Rongrong took three steps back, each step leaving deep footprints in the snow. Her pretty face turned pale, and she was terrified.
She stared at the black dog in horror, her eyes filled with disbelief.
What... what kind of monster is this?!
"Howling Sky".
Yu Qingyuan spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry a peculiar calming power.
"Do not be rude."
The oppressive force that seemed to crush the heavens and earth vanished without a trace with his words.
The golden light in the black dog's eyes faded, and it returned to its lazy demeanor, affectionately rubbing its head against Yu Qingyuan's trouser leg.
It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
But Ning Rongrong knew that wasn't it.
She looked at Yu Qingyuan with an extremely complicated expression.
Yu Qingyuan simply looked at her and nodded in a very calm manner.
"Can."
"As long as you don't regret it."
These four words were like a needle, piercing Ning Rongrong's heart.
regret?
How could I possibly regret it?
I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
You're the one who should regret it!
A nameless anger surged within her, and she almost blurted it out.
But looking into Yu Qingyuan's calm, still eyes, she couldn't utter a single word.
In the end, all emotions were reduced to a cold snort.
She turned and left resolutely.
After taking a few steps, she finally couldn't help but stop, but she didn't turn around.
"I just want to tell you that a martial spirit cannot determine everything."
"I know a classmate at the college."
"His martial soul is the universally acknowledged useless martial soul, Blue Silver Grass. But he never gave up. Through his own efforts, he is now a Great Soul Master, and has even gone further than many Soul Masters with powerful martial souls."
She didn't mention the person's name; she simply wanted to use this example to sting Yu Qingyuan.
However, what she received was still that bland, infuriating response.
"Hmm, sounds like an interesting person."
Ning Rongrong's fingernails dug deeply into her palm.
She said no more and stepped into the wind and snow.
Just as her figure was about to disappear around the bend in the mountain road, she inexplicably turned back.
With just one glance, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.
The wind and snow had suddenly intensified.
Snowflakes, as white as goose feathers, danced wildly between heaven and earth, blurring the entire world.
But at the edge of her vision, the world where Yu Qingyuan stood was spotless.
He remained dressed in plain clothes, standing quietly with a faint smile on his lips, and then sighed softly.
Just as he sighed, a blurry yet incomparably majestic phantom image of a Dharma being soared into the sky behind him!
The Dharma image was so enormous that it seemed to be as tall as the sky. Although its face was not clearly visible, it exuded an unparalleled majesty that looked down upon all living beings and ruled over all the heavens!
The jet-black dog was now prostrating itself devoutly before the Dharma image, its body radiating a faint mystical light, like a divine beast that had emerged from the primordial chaos.
One person, one dog, one Dharma image.
Amidst the swirling snow, a scene unfolded that she would never forget in her lifetime.
The mountain wind howled, swirling up snowflakes, as if trying to completely bury that astonishing scene.
Ning Rongrong remained motionless.
Those eyes, which were always brimming with pride and liveliness, were now filled with only empty shock.
Heaven and earth, the Dharma image, the divine dog, and that figure in white robes.
All of this was beyond her comprehension and overturned her worldview.
She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.
break off an engagement?
To mock him as a loser?
In front of such a Dharma image that seems to be comparable to the heavens, what is his cultivation level of a Great Soul Master of level 20?
A trace of regret silently crept up from the deepest part of my heart.
But then, an even stronger sense of shame and resentment forced that regret back down.
It's an act!
This must be some kind of bluffing martial spirit!
It looks nice but is useless!
She forced herself to think this way, and another figure involuntarily appeared in her mind.
That martial soul was Blue Silver Grass, yet he carved out his own path step by step, using twin martial souls and countless unbelievable methods.
That's true resilience, that's true strength!
Instead of being like Yuqingyuan, which makes a big fuss and only uses such flashy but impractical things to scare people!
Yes, that must be it.
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong seemed to regain a bit of confidence. She glanced coldly at the illusory image of the Dharma that had begun to dissipate, as if looking at a clown.
She turned around and disappeared into the end of the snowstorm without pausing, her steps even carrying a hint of panic.
...
Yu Qingyuan watched the beautiful figure disappear completely and gently shook his head.
The majestic Dharma image behind him also dissipated like smoke and clouds, as if it had never appeared.
In the world, only he remained, along with the black dog nuzzling affectionately against his feet.
"It's good that they've left."
He murmured to himself and reached out to rub Xiaotian's head.
"Useless..."
"That's not entirely wrong."
A helpless yet amused expression appeared on his face.
Who would have thought that he, Yu Qingyuan, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was actually a transmigrator?
In his past life, he was holed up at home playing a game called "Black Myth," fighting fiercely with the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao.
As a result, when Yang Jian on the screen swung his three-pointed double-edged sword down, it seemed as if he had cleaved through dimensions.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a crying infant, born on the Douluo Continent.
Even more outrageous is that from the moment he was born, he was able to "see" the image of the Buddha that he longed for.
Erlang Shen, also known as Yang Jian.
He immediately felt that this was a sure thing.
Yang Jian, he's the number one war god in Heaven.
In a world where Soul Masters can explode at any moment and everyone is a hydrogen-powered being, isn't it just about killing indiscriminately?
He didn't understand until the day his martial spirit awakened at the age of six.
Invincible, truly invincible.
That's really a rip-off, a real rip-off.
The martial spirit he awakened was the Dharma form of the [Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun].
The problem is that this Dharma image is of a very high rank, and its power level far exceeds the specifications of this world.
Not to mention the fragile crystal walls of the Douluo Continent world, even his mortal body was like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch, completely unable to withstand even a fraction of that vast divine power.
Innate full soul power level 20.
It certainly sounds like a genius, one in a million.
In reality, his body could barely contain even a trace of divine power, let alone a soul ring.
(End of chapter)