Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 319 Ning Rongrong's 'Runaway'

"In the original story, four of the Shrek Seven Devils were already in Spirit City, and now Zhu Zhuqing has suddenly been sent to Spirit City, right next to me..."

"Everyone is here except for Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong!"

"Plus, there are Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan, the three members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation..."

"Yu Xiaogang from the previous generation, Liu Erlong who followed him into the city, Bibi Dong, Tang Hao..."

"This Spirit City is really bustling these days!"

The thought flashed through Dai Chengfeng's mind.

But what Dai Chengfeng didn't know was...

At this moment, in the distant Heaven Dou Empire, within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School nestled in a fertile valley, a scene of "running away from home" is unfolding.

A cool mountain breeze swept over the exquisitely layered pavilions and towers.

A slender girl in a gorgeous pink princess dress, like a stealthy cat, quietly bypassed the guards along the main road and slipped away to the base of the tall mountain gate wall.

Her bright, lively eyes sparkled with cunning and barely suppressed excitement, and her delicate face was full of smug satisfaction, as if to say, "I'm so clever, you can't catch me!"

"Hmph, Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, they must think I'm still holed up in my room researching soul skills!"

"I'm a genius, figuring this out is a piece of cake for me!"

Princess Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School clenched her little fist tightly, giving herself a thumbs up for her successful stealth. She glanced back at the sect's main peak, which was faintly visible amidst the swirling clouds and mist, gave a soft hum, and ran briskly down the stone steps leading down the mountain.

"Martial Soul City, this young lady has arrived!"

However, just a few dozen feet away from her stealth route, on a magnificent terrace completely hidden by a dense canopy of trees.

The three powerful figures who controlled the lifeline of the vast Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were quietly watching the small pink figure gradually disappear on the winding mountain road.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his sharp gaze carrying the indulgence of an elder.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, stood half a step behind Chen Xin. His face, which looked slightly gloomy, was now filled with worry that was almost overflowing. His withered fingers unconsciously rubbed against each other.

“Feng Zhi, Rongrong… isn’t it too risky for her to go to Wuhun City alone? She’s still so young…”

Gu Rong's deep voice rang out again, still filled with unease.

After all, he had protected Ning Rongrong as she grew up, and their bond as grandfather and granddaughter was extremely deep.

Standing in front of the two was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a man of elegant demeanor and composed composure.

He looked in the direction where his daughter's figure disappeared, his expression complex, a mixture of relief, reluctance, and worry, but more so a resolute acceptance of letting go as the fledgling eventually leaves the nest.

He sighed softly, his voice gentle yet soothing:
"Uncle Bone, don't worry, I've already sent a message and made all the arrangements."

“Our people will secretly follow and escort Rongrong down the mountain to the inn at the foot of the mountain.”

"The journey to Wuhun City is also arranged with the most reliable caravan. The driver and several 'accompanying staff' are all elite soul masters trusted by the sect, which is enough to ensure her safety and make sure she arrives at Wuhun City smoothly."

Having said that, he turned back to look at Gu Rong and Chen Xin, a gentle yet firm smile on his face:
"Children will eventually grow up. The future of the Seven Treasures Pagoda cannot forever hover under the sky sheltered by our wings. It will eventually need a vast world of its own to explore, to see, and to experience the storms of life."

"The stage of Wuhun City may be just right for her to hone her talents."

Gu Rong's tightly furrowed brows did not completely relax, but after listening to Ning Fengzhi's detailed arrangements, his tense heartstrings finally loosened a little.

He remained silent for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh:

"Sigh... I hope this little devil can be more sensible and cause less trouble."

Despite this, his gaze remained fixed on the direction where Ning Rongrong had disappeared, filled with the concern of his ancestors. Chen Xin's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as his gaze swept across the distant horizon, which was in the direction of the Spirit Hall.

"Wuhun City...a place where storms are brewing."

Ning Fengzhi nodded, "I just don't know..."

What will become of Rongrong and Dai Chengfeng in the end?

Chen Xin did not answer immediately. He stood with his hands behind his back, the mountain wind blowing his elegant robe, his gaze distant.

a long time.

He said slowly, "Fengzhi, let nature take its course."

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Wuhun City, Dai Chengfeng's room.

Zhu Hongxiu looked at the couple in front of her, who were nominally engaged—one was polite and distant, the other cold and scrutinizing, far from the budding feelings that young lovers should have when they first met.

A fleeting hint of worry crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle smile.

It's probably because it's our first meeting and we're still quite unfamiliar with each other; things will get better after that...

Thinking it over, Zhu Hongxiu gently clapped her hands, breaking the subtle silence in the room. Her voice still carried the unique loving kindness of an elder, but with an added implication that left no room for refusal:

"Alright, alright, stop standing there."

"Chengfeng, Zhuqing has come from afar and must be tired. As the host, why don't you invite her to sit down and rest?"

Her gaze shifted to Dai Chengfeng, a hint of reproach in her eyes, then back to Zhu Zhuqing, her smile gentle and warm.
"Zhuqing, don't be shy, just make yourself at home."

“Chengfeng is a bit… well, arrogant, but he has a good heart.”

"You two have been betrothed since childhood. Although you haven't seen each other for many years and are a bit estranged, you are connected by blood and your martial spirits are compatible. It's time for you to get closer."

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng understood his mother's meaning.

His expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded obediently, turned to Zhu Zhuqing, and gestured for her to sit on the carved chair with soft brocade cushions beside him, his tone still gentle.

"Please take a seat."

Zhu Zhuqing's cool gaze lingered on Dai Chengfeng's face for a moment, then swept over Zhu Hongxiu's expectant smile. Finally, she nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked to the chair as instructed, sitting down gracefully.

She stood with her back straight, her legs together at an angle, and her hands naturally folded on her knees.

Every gesture exudes good manners, yet also carries an aloofness that keeps people at arm's length.

Dai Chengfeng also sat down in the chair opposite her, with a small table with exquisite tea sets between them.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on Dai Chengfeng again. She remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering her words, before speaking.

His voice remained clear and bright, devoid of emotion, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible sharpness.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince."

She used a formal form of address, saying, "I have heard that Your Highness has spent much of your time training on the borders of the Empire in recent years and has rarely returned to Xingluo City."

"I wonder what Your Highness's views are on the Star Luo royal family's ironclad rule of 'the strong are respected and the victor is king'?"

(End of this chapter)