Chapter 73 Ning Rongrong Leaves Shrek Academy! Tang San is Stunned! Thousand Paths Cypress Sword Immortal is Invincible!
Zhu Zhuqing, abandoning her usual aloof demeanor, quickly walked to Ning Rongrong's side, took her hand, and asked with concern:
"Rongrong, how is she?"
Her hands were warm, just like always.
But Ning Rongrong simply pulled her hand away from Zhu Zhuqing's palm with a gentle tug.
This subtle movement left Zhu Zhuqing stunned.
This made everyone in the room feel a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts.
Ning Rongrong raised her head, and her pretty face no longer had its usual charm and liveliness. Instead, it was filled with a coldness that no one had ever seen before.
"My father has already found me a highly skilled master."
Her voice was calm, as if she were stating something that had nothing to do with her.
"Therefore, it is inconvenient for me to stay at Shrek Academy any longer."
What?!
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
"Rongrong, what did you say?" Oscar couldn't believe his ears. "What master? How could your father..."
Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes slowly swept over everyone present.
From Oscar, to Dai Mubai, to Ma Hongjun, and finally to Tang San.
Her gaze was cold and distant.
"From today onwards, we will each go our separate ways."
"If we meet again in the future, we will be adversaries."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, resounding in everyone's mind.
Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp glints flashed by.
He sensed something was wrong and asked in a deep voice:
Why did you do this?
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's lips curled into a mocking smile. She turned to look at Tang San and retorted:
Why?
"My new master is very powerful and can guide me to truly improve my strength and make me stronger. Isn't that good?"
She paused, then glanced at the crowd again, her gaze as if she were looking at a group of overconfident losers.
"You call yourselves geniuses, you call yourselves monsters, but what's the result?"
"First, in the city, his master's martial soul fusion technique was broken by someone's sword, and he fled in a sorry state."
"Then, Xiao Wu was captured, and you couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes, Third Brother."
"Now, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been completely subdued in one move and can only bow down and submit."
Every word she uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into everyone's hearts.
"Having been suppressed time and again, suffering utter defeats, with this kind of strength, what's the point of talking about revenge? What's the point of talking about the future?"
Ning Rongrong suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter clear and crisp, yet filled with endless sarcasm.
"Rongrong, you..."
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes instantly reddened, and her voice was choked with sobs and hurt.
She couldn't believe these harsh words came from her best friend's mouth.
Oscar turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning. He murmured, "Rongrong, you're not that kind of person..."
That's enough.
Just as Dai Mubai and the others were about to step forward to argue, Tang San's voice rang out calmly.
"Don't stop her."
Everyone was taken aback and looked at Tang San.
Tang San's gaze was fixed intently on Ning Rongrong; he had already discerned the truth from her resolute eyes.
Ning Rongrong will never come back.
She has made her choice.
No amount of pleading or questioning will save them from further humiliation.
Ning Rongrong gave Tang San a deep look, a hint of complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold and resolute expression.
She didn't say another word, turned around, and left the room that had once brought her countless joys and tears.
Her back was straight, without the slightest hint of lingering affection.
The door closed behind him, completely separating the two worlds.
The room was deathly silent.
Oscar slumped to the ground, his eyes lifeless.
Dai Mubai angrily pounded the wall, but then felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Zhu Zhuqing's tears finally streamed down her cheeks.
The once indestructible Shrek Seven Devils began to show their first cracks in the face of absolute power.
An aura of dissipation quietly spread among the crowd.
...
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School's secluded courtyard, back garden.
Qian Daobai stood with his hands behind his back, under a lush ancient tree.
Ning Rongrong stood respectfully in front of him, having changed into a neat white outfit that made her figure appear even more slender and her curves more alluring.
"Today, I will teach you some sword techniques."
Qian Daobai's voice rang out softly.
With a casual wave of his hand, a long, silver-white sword appeared out of thin air and landed steadily in front of Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong reached out and grasped the sword hilt, feeling its slight weight. The blade was engraved with simple yet exquisite cloud patterns, which, though lacking any earth-shattering aura, exuded an extraordinary charm.
"Thank you, Master."
Ning Rongrong raised her head and gave Qian Daobai a sweet smile.
That smile was pure and bright, a stark contrast to the cold demeanor she had displayed in front of the Shrek Academy members.
Qian Daobai didn't notice her change; he simply turned around and casually broke off a half-meter-long branch.
He used a tree branch as a sword and casually swung it at the open space in front of him.
There was no sword energy crisscrossing, nor any fluctuation of soul power.
But this seemingly light and effortless movement actually brought out an incomparably powerful aura.
The air in front of them seemed to be sucked out in that instant, and a fallen leaf three meters away was swept up by an invisible force and instantly turned into dust.
Ning Rongrong's pupils suddenly contracted.
Is this the master's power?
Such a terrifying effect can be achieved with just a single twig!
She composed herself, recalling Qian Daobai's actions, and imitated him, carefully wielding the long sword in her hand.
However, as the sword sliced through the air, it only produced a faint whistling sound, soft and without any force.
They didn't even learn the basics, let alone the essence.
"wrong."
Qian Daobai's voice rang out from behind him.
Before Ning Rongrong could react, she felt a warm, large hand cover the back of her hand that was holding the sword.
Immediately afterwards, a broad chest gently pressed against her back.
The aura belonging to Qian Daobai instantly enveloped her.
It was a very clean and pleasant scent, like grass after the rain, with a faint hint of sandalwood.
Ning Rongrong's body instantly stiffened, a surge of heat rushed from her neck to her forehead, and her entire face turned bright red.
"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, let your strength rise from the ground, from your waist to your shoulders, through your arms, and finally burst forth from the tip of your sword."
Qian Daobai's voice seemed to be right next to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, making her feel ticklish.
He took her hand and personally guided her to repeat that simple action.
This time, Ning Rongrong clearly felt a force coming from her master's arm, which propelled her body to swing in a completely different trajectory.
(End of chapter)