Transmigrating into Huo Yuhao, my abilities are refreshed every month.

"You're back?" Huo Yuhao asked gently.

"Mmm." The girl's fair face flushed with excitement. "Brother Yuhao, you are truly a great benefactor to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I never expected that besides helping my martial soul evolve, the soul tool you gave me would be so powerful!"

"So how are you going to thank me?" Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow and looked at the youthful girl with a smile.

Ning Rongrong blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then crawled under the table.

Huo Yuhao looked down and could see the girl's mouth wide open, her big, watery eyes occasionally lifting to look at him with affection.

What is this? Liuli sacrificed herself to save the sect? Huo Yuhao's gaze became strange, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze became unfocused.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 345 Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing share the good fortune

"Rongrong, you're back?"

Just as Huo Yuhao was enduring Ning Rongrong's clumsy tongue, Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice came from the doorway.

Upon hearing the voice, Huo Yuhao's scattered eyes focused again, and he looked up at the aloof girl.

The young woman had a striking figure, and a hint of doubt appeared on her delicate face as she looked around the room. "Where's Rongrong? I just saw her come in here?"

Both Huo Yuhao and Ning Rongrong, who were sitting on and under the table, trembled simultaneously. Huo Yuhao was just about to find an excuse to send Zhu Zhuqing away when he saw her gaze shift downwards, and she asked in confusion:

"Rongrong, what are you doing under the table? Your skirt is dragging on the ground."

As she spoke, Zhu Zhuqing walked straight forward to Huo Yuhao's side. Looking down, she met Ning Rongrong's pair of beautiful, watery eyes, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks puffed up, she blinked her watery eyes, her throat bobbed, and after a few gurgling sounds, her puffed-up cheeks deflated again.

She let out a long breath, a faint white stain at the corner of her mouth, and her voice trembled slightly, "Zhuqing, do you want to eat together?"

"Huh?!" Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. Her usually cold and aloof face flushed crimson, and her beautiful eyes avoided her gaze. She said in a flustered manner, "I, I don't need it."

With that, he turned and tried to flee in a panic.

But at this moment, how could Huo Yuhao let her leave?

He reached out and grabbed the girl's fair wrist, gently pulling her into his arms. He supported her slender shoulders, leaned closer, and patted Ning Rongrong's head with his other hand, signaling her to continue.

The girl's stiff body quickly softened, her hands bent over his chest with nowhere to go, and her clear, cold eyes became moist and watery, but she seemed somewhat absent-minded, occasionally glancing down at Ning Rongrong, who was bent over and working hard.

After a while, Huo Yuhao pulled his hand away from the snowman and helped Ning Rongrong up. Then, with a flash of silver light, the three of them arrived at a bedroom.

Huo Yuhao gently placed the two of them on the bed, embraced them on either side, and whispered in Zhu Zhuqing's ear, "How has Zhuqing's cultivation been lately?"

Zhu Zhuqing said in a trembling voice:

"I'm level 39 now. Sister Xiaoya taught me the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which greatly accelerated my cultivation speed. She also taught me some other self-created soul skills, but my talent is limited. Recently, I've mainly been practicing Ghost Shadow Steps."

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and she gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, but she couldn't stop them from disappearing.

"Where's Rongrong?" Huo Yuhao turned to look at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong appeared poised and graceful, letting those hands peel her like a lamb, though her fair face inevitably became quite rosy.

"I also learned the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and recently I've been practicing Ghost Shadow Steps, but I'm mainly focusing on soul tools. After I returned to my sect, I got a set of soul tools from my father, so I'll have some combat power in the future and be able to protect myself."

"I remember I gave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School all level-five soul tools, right? Can you use them?" Huo Yuhao asked.

"It's barely usable." Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her jade-like legs were tightly clamped together.

Huo Yuhao said gently, "Keep that set for now, I'll get you a new one that you can use."

"Thank you, brother!" Ning Rongrong's watery eyes sparkled with joy. She raised her head slightly, her pink lips glistening with moisture, and offered her the gift.

Huo Yuhao avoided her with disdain, then moved closer to Zhu Zhuqing, gently inhaling the girl's fragrance.

“I’ll prepare a set for you too, but if you don’t have enough energy, you only need to learn how to use some useful soul tools. There’s no need to know how to use them all.”

"Hmm, um—" the girl responded softly, her cool voice slipping from her lips before being swallowed back down.

Ning Rongrong watched this scene with her cheeks puffed out in anger. She had been rejected! Being rejected was bad enough, but then he turned around and went to find another woman.

Ning Rongrong could not tolerate this any longer. Looking at the two of them clinging to each other, she rolled her eyes and immediately came up with an idea.

When the two separated, panting, she immediately approached the still somewhat dazed Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Zhuqing, you should also try this bad guy's taste."

Zhu Zhuqing's dazed eyes immediately widened.

A short while later, Ning Rongrong separated from Huo Yuhao and gave him a defiant look, saying, "Serves you right for looking down on me. Now you can't have either of us!"

Huo Yuhao pinched Ning Rongrong's soft little face and stacked the two of them together, one on top of the other.

"Zhuqing, after the academy is established, we will participate in the Soul Master Competition a year from now. You and Rongrong should participate as well. Lingling, Sister Yanzi, and Sister Xiaoya will also participate. You can form a team. As for the missing people, I will find you a few more strong teammates."

The girl's attention was drawn, and she asked in confusion, "Aren't you participating—"

Zhu Zhuqing was interrupted before she could finish speaking. Her slender neck involuntarily lifted, and a rosy glow spread from her fair face to her jade-like neck. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Huo Yuhao said softly, "I probably won't participate. Even if I do, I'll just take a substitute spot to guarantee you guys a win. You guys are strong enough to win the championship. It would be unfair for me to participate."

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's current appearance, Ning Rongrong felt both ashamed and afraid. Why did Zhuqing look like she was in so much pain?

The girl showed a hint of hesitation.

"Snapped!"

"Ouch! Why did you hit me!" Ning Rongrong felt the burning pain on her snowy buttocks and glared at Huo Yuhao, embarrassed and annoyed.

Huo Yuhao said with a smile, "Didn't you see that Zhu Qing is in a lot of pain? As her good friend, you should share her hardships."

Ning Rongrong snorted and said, "Then you'll share the good fortune, speak with one voice, nitpick, and ascend to paradise together, right? How come you get all the good things?"

Huo Yuhao blinked. "Rongrong, you're so good at this."

"I know a lot more than that!" Ning Rongrong raised her chin, then frowned her long, narrow eyebrows, her fists unconsciously gripping the blanket, and a soft, sweet voice slipped from her lips.

"You~"

"Zhu Qing is in too much pain, let her rest for a while," Huo Yuhao said softly.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip lightly, unable to speak.

The sun outside the window gradually set in the west, but the brilliant sunlight still shone on the whole earth, making the delicate flowers look a little wilted, and the flower buds drooped weakly to one side.

However, soon dark clouds filled the sky, blocking out the sun, and a series of raindrops fell from the sky, finally bringing life back to the listless flowers.

After the rainstorm, glistening raindrops clung to the petals, making them look exceptionally delicate and charming.

The torrential rain in Tiandou City has passed, but the torrential rain in Wuhun City is about to arrive.

Wuhun Palace, Pope Palace.

The entire council hall of the Papal Palace seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. There were only three people in the hall: Bibi Dong, who sat in the main seat, and a young girl standing behind her, silent as a cicada in fear.

The girl had a pretty face, though not stunningly beautiful, but the alluring charm she exuded was exceptionally captivating.

Standing opposite them was Qian Renxue, who had returned to the Spirit Hall.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 346 Qian Renxue: You disgust me!

Qian Renxue stood ten meters away from Bibi Dong, her long golden hair flowing over her shoulders, looking heroic and dashing.

Beneath her striking eyebrows, a pair of golden eyes remained fixed on Bibi Dong's face, her eyelids slightly lowered, concealing her inner emotions.

From Huo Yuhao's words, she knew that this woman loved her, but everything she had done to her in the past was real, and judging by actions rather than intentions—Qian Renxue still couldn't let go.

Is this woman's obsession simply to destroy the angel race? Or is it some other obsession? Why does she have such an obsession? What exactly happened in the past?

Qian Renxue was filled with doubts. This time, she returned to the Spirit Hall because she wanted to find out what happened back then.

Bibi Dong's sharp gaze was also fixed on Qian Renxue. Neither of them would give way, and they remained silent. The oppressive atmosphere in the room made Hu Liena, who was standing quietly behind them, feel somewhat suffocated.

"Na'er, you go out first." After a long while, Bibi Dong said softly, her eyes seemed to have something more to them, yet they also seemed to have never changed.

Hu Liena secretly breathed a sigh of relief, respectfully responded, and quickly left the council hall. She could feel the strange girl's gaze following her the whole time.

After leaving the lobby, she realized that her underwear was soaked with sweat.

She had been Bibi Dong's disciple for many years, but she had never seen that woman before, nor had she ever seen anyone dare to confront Bibi Dong so defiantly.

Who exactly is she? She doesn't look much older than me, but why does she have a subtle hostility towards me?

After Hu Liena left, Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze and said coldly, "This is the successor you've chosen? You intend to pass the papacy to her in the future? She doesn't seem very promising."

According to Huo Yuhao's prediction, once she and the woman in front of him both ascend to godhood and leave, the woman will hand over the Martial Soul Empire to Hu Liena to uphold her will.

Whether Na'er is up to the task or not will naturally be determined by the future. The capable will rise and the mediocre will fall. This is the principle of our Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong slowly stood up and walked step by step toward Qian Renxue, exuding a powerful aura.

Qian Renxue did not flinch in the slightest despite Bibi Dong's imposing aura. Her face remained calm as she scoffed and said, "What a fine 'the capable rise, the mediocre fall' policy. But that's not how you do it. You've elevated a level 29 Great Soul Master to the status of a Grandmaster, turning him into a clown in the Soul Master world. Even our Spirit Hall has lost face. Is this what you mean by 'the capable rise, the mediocre fall'?"

"Who told you that?" Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with anger.

"Why would I be afraid of others knowing what I've done? In the Spirit Hall, you can just ask any older person and they'll find out."

"Sister—you really have good taste, but it disgusts me!"

Qian Renxue did not back down at all; on the contrary, her momentum intensified, especially with the last sentence, which she deliberately dragged out, making it sound full of mockery.