Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

As his soul power was injected, Luo Sanpao, who was standing to the side, took a deep breath. His already fat belly swelled up at a visible speed, like an inflated ball.

The next moment, Luo Sanpao slightly lowered his hind legs, and then—

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly erupted!

It's no longer just a simple fart; this time, the fart is accompanied by a faint electric current.

With this loud bang, a visible stream of air suddenly shot out from behind Luo Sanpao at great speed, heading straight for a large tree that required two people to hug it not far away.

Where the blast wave passed, dust was violently kicked up and vegetation was bent low.

"Crackling!"

The yellowish-brown gas hit the tree trunk precisely and exploded instantly.

There were still wisps of electricity on the charred tree trunk.

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the scene, and then, an overwhelming joy overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

His spirit rings finally started generating electric current! This means that his Luo Sanpao is truly evolving towards becoming more powerful!

"Father! Did you see that? Did you see that!" Yu Xiaogang was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He turned around, grabbed Yu Yuanzhen's arm, and shook it violently.

"Thunder Paralysis! It's the effect of thunder paralysis! My theory is correct! Mutated martial souls can also evolve through suitable soul rings!"

Seeing his son's ecstatic and almost tearful expression, Yu Yuanzhen's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a genuine smile appeared on his stern face.

He nodded, his voice trembling slightly, "I saw it, I saw it. Very good, Xiaogang, you are really good."

At this moment, in Yu Yuanzhen's heart, the risks of absorbing knowledge beyond his level and the worries of sect affairs seemed to become unimportant.

……

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his study, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "thud." Before him lay a newly drafted plan, detailing Ning Rongrong's regular trips to Sunset Forest to assist Ge Duo in researching the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul.

He pondered for a long time, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

For the sake of the sect's future, this risk must be taken.

Moreover, among all the direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Rongrong possesses the highest talent, with her innate soul power reaching an astonishing level nine. She is the most promising candidate to break through the limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. If there truly is a pill, it would be most effective if she were to take it.

Besides this, he had another thought in mind. Rongrong was intelligent and quick-witted. If he could take this opportunity to spend time with His Majesty Gedo, develop feelings for her, and even be accepted as her disciple, it would be a more precious guarantee for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School than any elixir.

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi no longer hesitated and called out in a deep voice, "Someone, please ask Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu to come here."

Before long, Sword Douluo Chenxin and Bone Douluo Gurong arrived at the study.

"Feng Zhi, what do you want with us?" Chen Xin asked indifferently, holding his longsword.

The ancient banyan tree, on the other hand, looked rather lazy, leaning against the door frame.

Ning Fengzhi pushed the plan in front of the two of them, his tone calm but undeniable: "I have made a decision regarding cooperating with Her Majesty Gedo in researching martial souls. I have decided to have Rongrong go to Sunset Forest every now and then."

The moment these words were spoken, the air in the study seemed to freeze.

"What?" Chen Xin suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shooting towards Ning Fengzhi like a sword, his aura suddenly becoming extremely sharp.

"Let Rongrong go? How old is she? No way! I absolutely disagree!"

Gu Rong straightened up, his lazy expression vanishing, replaced by a furrowed brow: "Feng Zhi, have you gone mad? Rongrong is our precious darling! That Ge Duo has a mysterious background and an unpredictable temperament. You want Rongrong to do research with her? What if something goes wrong? How are Old Swordsman and I supposed to live?"

The reactions of the two titled Douluo were exactly what Ning Fengzhi had expected.

He sighed, a helpless yet determined look on his face: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, I understand your concerns. But think about it, this is the only hope that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has seen in thousands of years, a hope that might break the cycle of fate."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside: "I have confirmed with Her Majesty Godo that the research process will not cause any harm to the Soul Masters themselves; it is only to observe the changes in Soul Power and Martial Soul. Rongrong has the highest talent, and with her cooperation, the possibility of achieving results is the greatest."

Ning Fengzhi turned around, looking at the two elderly men who seemed like Rongrong's grandfathers, his tone gentle and firm. "There's a risk," he said. "But for the future of the sect, so that Rongrong won't be trapped at level 79 like us, this risk is worth taking. Do you really want Rongrong to spend her whole life holding the title of the world's number one support, yet never even reaching the threshold of Soul Douluo?"

Chenxin and Gurong fell silent.

Of course, they wanted Rongrong to be well and hoped she could go further in life. The flaws of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda were also a source of pain for them.

Seeing that the two had softened their stance, Ning Fengzhi continued, "Furthermore, I also intend to get Rongrong closer to Her Majesty Gedo. If Rongrong can win her favor, or even be taken in as her disciple, the benefits are self-evident."

After a long silence, Chen Xin finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "Are you sure... there's no danger?"

“I guarantee with the reputation of my sect that I have repeatedly confirmed the research method and there will be absolutely no harm,” Ning Fengzhi said solemnly.

Gu Rong sighed heavily, scratching his messy hair: "Fine, fine! You always have a point! But it's settled then, every time Rongrong goes, one of us, Old Swordsman or I, must secretly follow her! If that woman dares to harm Rongrong, I'll tear down her damn spring!"

Although Chenxin didn't speak, his cold gaze conveyed the same meaning.

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the two had reluctantly agreed. He nodded: "Of course."

Having convinced the two titled Douluo, the remaining task was for Ning Rongrong herself.

Chapter 165 Innuendo

When Ning Fengzhi told Ning Rongrong about this decision, the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School reacted in a predictable way.

"What?! We're going to that forest? To do research with that weird woman?" Ning Rongrong screamed instantly, her pretty face filled with resistance and disbelief.

"I don't want to! Father! I don't want to go! I'm cultivating well in the sect, why should I go there?"

She clung to Ning Fengzhi's arm and shook it violently, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably: "Father, do you not like Rongrong anymore? Do you find Rongrong annoying? Is that why you want to send Rongrong away? Waaaaah..."

Ning Fengzhi felt bad seeing his daughter crying so sadly, but he had to harden his heart.

He gently patted Ning Rongrong's back and said softly, "Rongrong, my dear, how could your father not love you? It's precisely because your father loves you the most that he hopes you can have a better future. That Lord Geduo is very powerful; perhaps he can help our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda solve the problem of not being able to break through?"

"I don't want any breakthroughs! I just want to stay in the sect, with Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, and my father!"

Ning Rongrong wouldn't listen at all and started rolling around on the ground, shouting, "I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"

She resorted to all sorts of tantrums and unreasonable behavior, from crying and making a scene to threatening suicide.

But this time, Ning Fengzhi's attitude was unusually firm. No matter how much Ning Rongrong made a fuss, he only gently comforted her, but never gave in.

Ning Rongrong cried for a long time, but seeing that her father was unmoved, she knew that there was no way to turn things around.

She felt extremely wronged, as if her happy childhood was about to slip away. From now on, she would have to regularly go to that supposedly dangerous Sunset Forest and face that strange woman who looked like she was not to be trifled with.

One day before her first trip to Sunset Forest, Ning Rongrong went to the palace looking for Snow White, looking dejected.

"Sister Xue..." As soon as Ning Rongrong saw Snow White, she rushed into her arms, her little mouth pursed, and tears began to well up in her eyes again.

"I'll be coming to visit you much less often from now on..."

Snow White looked at Ning Rongrong, who was usually as lively as a little sun, looking listless, gently patted her head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong sobbed as she recounted how her father had asked her to regularly go to Sunset Forest to assist with research, her face filled with grief and indignation.

"Don't you think my father is being incredibly unreasonable! That place must be so boring and terrifying! My happy life is gone just like that!"

Snow White listened quietly, and seeing Ning Rongrong's sullen expression, she thought for a moment and said softly, "Rongrong, Uncle Ning, the sect leader, is only doing this for your own good."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it possessed a calming power.

"Having the opportunity to solve the problem of martial soul is something that many disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School dream of."

You may find it tough now, but if you succeed, it will be a tremendous benefit for the entire sect and for yourself.

She took Ning Rongrong's hand and continued, "We'll always be friends, and that will never change. Every time you come back from Sunset Forest, you can come find me and tell me what you saw and heard there. I'll also stay in the palace to cultivate and wait for you to come and play with me."

As Ning Rongrong listened to Snow White's words, the grievances and resistance in her heart dissipated a little.

She looked up at Snow White's calm yet resolute gaze, pouted, and muttered softly, "...Can I really still come to play with you often?"

"Yes." Snow White nodded affirmatively.

"Cultivate well, Rongrong. When you become stronger, you can better protect the people you want to protect, complete your research faster, and then you'll have more time to play."

Ning Rongrong looked at Snow White, and then thought about what her father and two grandfathers had said. Although she was still extremely unwilling, she knew that this matter could not be changed.

She sighed heavily, and like a little adult, rested her head on Snow White's shoulder.

"Alright, for the sake of the sect, and so that I can better play with Sister Xue in the future... I... I'll reluctantly go."

……

In Yu Xiaogang's courtyard in Tiandou City.

The night was deep and quiet in the courtyard. Only Tang San's room was lit, but the windows were completely covered by thick curtains, blocking out all light and sound.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground, with a thick oilcloth spread out in front of him, on which were neatly arranged various small and exquisite parts that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

Tools such as file, engraving needle, and pliers were scattered to the side, reflecting tiny specks of light under the lamp.

His expression was focused and calm, his eyes reflecting the dark metal in his hand, the black iron he had recently purchased from Bailianfang.

At this moment, a faint white aura swirled around Tang San's fingertips, a sign that the Mysterious Heaven Skill had been pushed to its limit.

His soul power, like the most precise carving knife, assisted his fingers in performing micro-carving and assembly on the incomparably hard black iron, a feat unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Click".

A very faint, yet reassuring sound of a mechanism closing rang out.

In Tang San's hand, a device about the size of a palm, entirely black, with a sleek and strange design, finally took shape.

Its surface is smooth, its lines are cold and hard, and there are several tiny holes in the center, which exude a sinister aura.

It was the powerful Sand-Spitting Shadow, one of the Tang Clan's hidden weapons.

Unlike the Sand-Slaying Shadow previously forged in Notting City using ordinary refined iron, this new version of the Sand-Slaying Shadow is made primarily of black iron, with its core components repeatedly tempered and polished using soul power. It is smaller and lighter, but the power of the springs, the speed of launch, and the penetrating power of the poison needles have all been improved by more than one level.

More importantly, the excellent soul power conductivity of the Black Iron allows this Shadow Projection to better bear and transmit the soul power of a soul master, thus multiplying its power.

He was confident that even a Soul Master at the Soul Sect level would find it difficult to withstand this sudden and fatal attack if caught off guard.

Afterwards, Tang San carefully inspected each part and, after confirming that everything was correct, carefully placed it aside.

Then, he began to make matching poisoned steel needles. The needles, each as thin as a cow's hair, gleamed with a faint blue light under the lamp, clearly indicating that they were coated with a deadly poison.

After all this was done, a faint gray-white hue had already appeared on the horizon outside the window.

Tang San let out a long breath and stretched his stiff neck and wrists. Even with his stamina, the continuous high-intensity work had left him feeling a bit tired.

But there was no weariness in his eyes, only a sense of satisfaction forged by a sharp weapon, and a deeper, unyielding coldness.

He filled the poisoned steel needles one by one into the veiled needle storage chamber until it was full, and then activated a hidden mechanism, setting it to a ready-to-use state.

Chapter 166 Difficult to Deal With

After finishing these tasks, Tang San rested briefly in the room before getting up and walking to Cinderella's door, where he gently knocked.

"Sis, are you awake?"

A moment later, the door was opened a crack, and Cinderella appeared behind the door, wearing a nightgown and rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her long, golden hair was draped messily over her shoulders.

"The other woman? What's wrong?" Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up.

Tang San handed over the dark, heavy Shadowless Sword in his hand, his tone calm and even: "Here, take this for self-defense."

Cinderella paused for a moment, then took the cold metal box. Its heavy weight surprised her slightly.

She looked down at the strangely shaped hidden weapon, a hint of surprise flashing in her azure eyes: "This is a hidden weapon? You made it with the newly bought black iron?"

"Hmm." Tang San nodded, his voice still flat.

"This is a veiled attack, but its power is considerable. The activation mechanism is here. To use it, simply aim at the target and inject a trace of soul power. It's filled with poisoned steel needles; they'll kill instantly upon contact with blood."

He briefly explained how to use it, emphasizing the location of the trigger mechanism and precautions.

Cinderella was clever and quickly remembered it. Holding the cold hidden weapon, she felt the dangerous power it contained, and then looked up at the faint dark circles under Tang San's eyes. She realized that Tang San had made the hidden weapon overnight.

"Thank you, mistress," she said softly, a gentle smile on her face.

Tang San looked at the trusting smile on Cinderella's face, and his eyes softened for a moment.

"Keep it close to your body and don't let it out of your sight," he instructed. "There are many people in Tiandou City, and some of them might be foolish."

“I know.” Cinderella nodded obediently and carefully put the veiled message into her storage soul tool ring.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the direction of the main house, along with the sound of Yu Xiaogang's footsteps and cough.

Tang San's gaze instantly turned cold, as if it had been covered with a layer of ice.

He looked at Cinderella and said in a low voice, "Sis, why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while? I'll go prepare breakfast."