Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

It took her a long time to adjust to the gas. She looked around, observing the space.

The walls, ceiling, and even the floor are barely visible.

Aside from the two people nearby, the only other thing that could be clearly seen was the tall cluster of purple flames not far away.

"Purple flames... isn't that the symbol of the Saintess's ritual?"

Ning Rongrong was somewhat excited. She stretched out her hand behind the two of them and pointed at the purple flame.

“Let’s go there. There were similar flames during the last Saintess ceremony.”

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment, then decided to believe him.

The three of them got closer to the purple fire and their field of vision opened up a little.

However, the current scene is a bit strange.

It's too empty here.

Ning Rongrong recalled the scene of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's Holy Maiden Ceremony in her mind. The box containing the unknown liquid, the host, the Holy Maiden candidate, and the cultists that appeared at that time were all absent now.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a campfire, an empty cross, stone carvings, and scales.

On the left side of the scale was a purple stone similar in size to the one in Ning Fengzhi's hand, and on the right side was a bone. The purple stone was clearly heavier than the bone, and the scale was currently tilted to the left.

And those bones didn't look like animal bones.

"This scene... does it mean that the third Saintess ritual has been completed?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned as he looked at the state of the "crime scene" and said.

Ning Rongrong shared the same thought, but compared to what she saw, she was more inclined to believe what the Silver Dragon King told her: the Saintess ritual was not yet complete.

Just then, a strange sound came from behind her. The sound of metal scraping against metal—a sound only audible after training, and one she had heard before from Tang San—Ning Rongrong immediately recognized it: a hidden weapon!

Chapter 41 The Sneak Attack in the Smoke

Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, her body instinctively trying to dodge to the side, but she stopped herself.

With Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong right in front of them, it was impossible for them not to notice. At this time, it was best not to alert them.

Even in the worst-case scenario, being trapped gave her the confidence to protect herself.

As expected, Gu Rong's hand had already reached behind her, palm open, and in the next instant, a barrier appeared behind Ning Rongrong, blocking the flying knife.

The throwing knife collided with the barrier, making a crisp sound.

"Well!"

Ning Rongrong was startled by the voice and turned her head.

Gu Rong also turned around and looked ahead. In the vast white space, he could only see a hand. The owner of that hand, seeing that the sneak attack had failed, quickly withdrew the hand and disappeared back into the mist.

"Playing hide-and-seek with a Title Douluo is a bit too presumptuous." Gu Rong looked in the direction where the hand disappeared, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi, and Ning Fengzhi nodded.

The next moment, Gu Rong rushed into the fog, towards the direction where the attacker had disappeared.

Ning Rongrong looked in the direction the banyan tree had left, feeling somewhat worried.

The smoke has the ability to interfere with perception. Apart from not being able to see the person in the smoke, it is also useless for mental perception. This is why the three of them did not discover each other before.

In this situation, she couldn't help but think of Donald's soul skills.

That time, she remembered that the Holy Spirit who controlled her had manipulated something, allowing her to see Donald's figure. But after the Holy Spirit left, that extraordinary ability to observe disappeared.

She unconsciously gripped her clothes tightly.

"Rongrong, don't be afraid, your grandpa Gu is a titled Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder, and Ning Rongrong finally came back to her senses.

afraid?

That's right, why should I be afraid? Grandpa Bone is a Title Douluo, while the other party is at most a Soul Douluo...

Perhaps this space is too eerie, or perhaps this space is related to the Holy Spirit Cult and the Holy Maiden Ritual.

Ning Rongrong could never put her mind at ease.

My father and the others are already by my side. Unlike that time when I was all alone, I shouldn't be afraid.

Seeing his daughter's worried expression, Ning Fengzhi smoothed Ning Rongrong's hair and said gently, "Rongrong, shall we continue looking for clues?"

"Uh-huh!"

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, determined to suppress her wild thoughts with action.

The two took the sticks, connected them to the purple flame, and walked outwards in circles, using the largest purple flame as the center.

With the torches, the field of vision opened up considerably.

In Ning Rongrong's eyes, there were already many skeletons, animal bones, non-animal bones, ordinary ones, and strangely shaped ones.

Besides the bones, there were also corpses that hadn't turned into bones. The faces of those corpses were particularly grotesque, but it seemed that this was how they were naturally, rather than something that had frightened them.

Moreover, they still had traces of black energy on their bodies.

After training at the Silver Dragon King's Palace, she became much more sensitive.

These corpses before me must have been members of the Holy Spirit Cult in life.

But why would cult members die here? Is there internal discord within the Holy Spirit Cult?

Ning Rongrong herself found the idea ridiculous, but she couldn't imagine who else would enter this space.

"Dad!" Ning Rongrong's voice was tinged with surprise as she pointed at the corpses. "They're evil spirit masters! And there are quite a few of them!"

Ning Fengzhi surveyed the devastation around him and said in a deep voice, "This place seems more complicated than we imagined."

The evil spirit master before him was obvious, and he recognized him. Unlike Ning Rongrong, he knew that there was an "undercover agent" within the Holy Spirit Cult, so he naturally assumed that this was the work of that "undercover agent."

However, judging from the current situation, the undercover agent is likely in grave danger.

"Ping!"

A metallic clanging sound rang out not far away; it was the sound of a hidden weapon striking the barrier.

Ning Rongrong looked in the direction the hidden weapon came from, but only saw Gu Rong blocking it.

"He can see us, but we can't see him? Could this smoke be his soul skill?"

Ning Rongrong frowned, but her brows quickly relaxed. It seemed that Grandpa Bone was close to catching that person.

So they turned back and continued their exploration.

The evil spirit masters on the ground were all dressed in tattered clothes, with no pockets or other places to store their belongings, so Ning Rongrong naturally had no intention of robbing them. After walking a little further, Ning Rongrong stopped.

Before her lay a relatively well-preserved corpse. Judging from the skeleton, she must have been someone who often hunched over in life.

The corpse not only had few wounds on its skin, but its clothes were also relatively intact. It was a black robe, very similar to the one in the Great Soul Arena, but its face was different from that person's.

"This……"

Ning Rongrong unconsciously took a few steps forward and carefully observed his face.

It was an incredibly aged face, with eyes tightly closed and eyelids sunken in an unnatural way.

Ning Fengzhi reached out before Ning Rongrong could and pried open his eyelids—there was nothing inside.

"He was poached."

Ning Fengzhi said in a low voice.

"Moreover, I vaguely recognize this person's aura; it's the one from outside the Great Soul Arena." Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Ning Rongrong, who was staring blankly at the corpse. Ning Fengzhi added, "That person before was his clone. I don't know if this one is a clone or the real one... Wait, Rongrong, what are you doing?"

Ning Rongrong had already made a move; her hand unconsciously reached into the pocket of the other person's black robe, fiddled with it for a moment, and then withdrew her hand with a look of disgust.

I have nothing in my hands.

Only after she had finished doing all this did Ning Rongrong suddenly realize that Ning Fengzhi was talking to her.

"Hmm? What is it?"

She turned her head, putting on an obedient act, as if she hadn't been the one doing those things just now.

In fact, Ning Rongrong didn't know why she did it. In her mind, there was only one person who would so actively plunder others: her Holy God. So she naturally attributed her actions to the instincts her Holy God had instilled in her, even though she hadn't gained anything this time.

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his forehead and sighed.

He hadn't stopped her earlier because he thought Ning Rongrong had done the right thing. And now, seeing her obedient expression, he was even more certain—his daughter was alright!

"It's nothing," Ning Fengzhi said calmly, rubbing Ning Rongrong's head.

Just then, a voice called out from not far away, "Got you!"

The two men pushed aside the corpse in front of them and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

An ancient banyan tree emerged, carrying a young girl beneath it.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she wore a black dress with wide sleeves, the collar and cuffs trimmed with bright red, perfectly matching the red tassels hanging from her waist.

Setting aside the setting, this pretty young girl might be the daughter of some wealthy family.

But right now, the girl was filled with resentment. Her hands, which were locked by Gu Rong, reached restlessly toward the hidden weapon, but Gu Rong stopped her.

This is definitely not a peaceful person.

Chapter 42 Zhao Xiaoya, the Saintess Candidate

"Let me go!" the girl shouted unwillingly.

"Tell me, why did you ambush us?" Pressing the girl down next to the two of them, Gu Rong asked the usual question like a normal interrogator.

The girl immediately fell silent, looking at the ancient banyan tree as if it were a piece of trash.

"I'm a demonic spirit master, isn't it normal for me to ambush you? Do you even need to ask?"

Gu Rong tightened his grip considerably, causing the girl to scream in pain.

"You get upset just because I said a few words to you!"

Then came another wail.