Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

They all had a thin layer of soul power covering their bodies, protecting their clothes and hair from getting wet in the rain.

This level of soul power projection is not difficult for any soul master with a soul power level of 30 or above.

but.

Under normal circumstances, no Soul Master would release their Soul Power to block rain, since such an action is an extreme waste of Soul Power. If they were to encounter an accident in the wild, wouldn't they regret it to death?

That's why Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong would be so extravagant as to release their soul power to block the rain from the outside world.

Dong Qing doesn't care much about the loss of soul power, since his strongest point is always his physical strength.

As for Ning Rongrong, she simply got her white dress stained by mud and sewage splashed up by the rain.

"It's all your fault, all your fault! Who else is to blame but you? That little bitch Ye Lingling, did she bewitch you? She's had you all to herself for so many days and you're still not satisfied..."

As Ning Rongrong spoke, she kept tapping Dong Qing's shoulder with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand. Her fair and jade-like face seemed to be filled with the stubbornness of "I want to beat this unfaithful man to death".

"What 'bitch' nonsense? Lingling has such a good personality, she's my good sister, Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Dong Qing grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist and then pulled her into his arms, stopping her from hitting him indefinitely.

It definitely doesn't hurt. With her strength, she's not even as strong as Niu Xiaomei. You could knock on her for days and nights and she still wouldn't break through her defenses.

"What nonsense am I talking about? Isn't she that kind of person? Besides, I've seen through it all. So-called sisters are just for betraying each other. They made all the promises at the beginning, but in the end, they all changed their minds." Ning Rongrong said with a resentful look.

"You've got a deal? I'm curious, what did you guys agree on behind my back?" Dong Qing asked curiously.

“I’ll cut you in half, and we sisters will each get a piece,” Ning Rongrong said with a gloomy face.

"Is it really that cruel?" Dong Qing immediately trembled.

“Your time.” Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Dong Qing.

As the two of them chatted idly in the pouring rain and thunder, seemingly oblivious to the storm, a passerby with an umbrella noticed the slightly disheveled couple.

"Boom!" A thunderclap exploded.

next second.

A white lightning bolt tore through the sky, briefly illuminating the dim world and allowing the passerby to see Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong's faces clearly.

At this moment, neither Dong Qing nor Ning Rongrong were wearing masks; they were showing their true faces.

Let's not even talk about Ning Rongrong.

As a celebrity in mainland China, Dong Qing frequently appears on the front page of newspapers and is not exactly a household name, but he is definitely a celebrity that you can recognize at a glance.

"Your Highness Dongqing..." came a tentative call.

The passerby didn't expect Dong Qing to answer him, just like those Soul Masters in the city never paid attention to ordinary mortals like him.

But what he never expected was...

"Who are you?" Dong Qing asked, puzzled.

The passerby who appeared in front of Dongqing was a young man of average appearance, with a sallow complexion. He was carrying a basket on his back and tightly holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

He showed no signs of soul power fluctuations; he was essentially an ordinary person, a mortal in the eyes of a soul master.

"I...I...cough cough...I am..."

The young man was somewhat excited. He hadn't expected that Dong Qing, a high and mighty Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, would notice him, an ordinary mortal as insignificant as dust.

"Don't get agitated, calm down, and speak slowly," Dong Qing comforted him gently.

His tone was calm and gentle, without a trace of arrogance or condescension. Instead, he always gave people a particularly warm feeling.

That heartwarming quality, just as Bibi Dong once said, is like a little sun, always able to warm the hearts and minds of others unintentionally.

“Dong…Dongqing…Your Highness Dongqing, I…I am a villager from Huazi Village outside Bailuo City, and my name is…Ma Youtie.”

The young man introduced himself somewhat haltingly, cautious yet also appearing quite self-conscious, as if afraid of offending Dong Qing by accident.

At this time.

Ning Rongrong, who had never taken ordinary people seriously, burst out laughing when she heard the name Ma Youtie. She leaned on Dong Qing's shoulder and laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up.

"Hahaha... Ma Youtie, there are people with that name, Dongqing. Do you think there are also Ma Youjin and Ma Youyin? Right, gold, silver and copper... And you are iron, which means there is also Ma Youtong. I didn't expect you to not even be copper."

Hearing Ning Rongrong's almost undisguised mockery, the young man didn't feel insulted at all.

He was already used to it; Soul Masters had always treated mortals this way, just like they treated another species.

“Your Highness Dongqing, I do have three older brothers, Ma Youjin and Ma Youyin, but they are dead. Only Ma Youtong, whom this Soul Master mentioned, is still alive.”

When Ma Youtie spoke, he kept his head down and didn't dare to look Ning Rongrong in the eye. He knew that these high-ranking Soul Masters usually avoided eye contact with mortals.

“Ignore her, she’s a crazy woman. Since we’ve met in this remote place, we must be destined to meet. Would you mind if I came to your house for a visit?” Dong Qing asked.

"But... of course it's possible. I'm just worried that Your Highness Dongqing won't be used to the countryside. Our village is quite poor, and we don't have much good food to offer."

Ma Youtie sounded very reserved. He wanted to invite Dong Qing to his home, but he was worried that he would not be able to entertain this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall well.

"It's alright. I was just an ordinary person back then, growing up in Holy Soul Village. It's just that I was a little luckier than others when I awakened my martial soul, and I awakened innate full soul power and a decent martial soul," Dong Qing said nonchalantly.

What delicacies?

What luxury and prestige?

He was already fed up with it.

Now, helping his wife, Qian Renxue, to understand the people's conditions is, in fact, a very meaningful thing.

"Dongqing, we're going back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. What are you doing going to their house?" Ning Rongrong interjected.

She had no desire to go to any rural village; eager to return home, she only wanted to take Dongqing back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as soon as possible.

"Women shouldn't interrupt when men are speaking!" Dong Qing said in a deep voice.

Before Ning Rongrong could lash out, he covered her mouth, silencing her. He then summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and smashed it against Dongqing.

"Ma Youtie, lead the way." Dong Qing completely ignored Ning Rongrong's tickling attack and said to Ma Youtie, who dared not look up at him.

"Very well...Very well, with His Highness Dongqing's arrival in Hanako Village, I have faith in all the villagers..."

"I don't want anyone to know my identity. Our meeting today was an accident. Ma Youtie, you are not allowed to mention my identity to anyone without my permission."

"Yes, Your Highness Dongqing."

"Call me Young Master Qing."

“Dong...Young Master Qing.”

"Yes, just call me that in public. As for her, you should be able to guess how famous her martial soul is, but like me, you are not allowed to reveal her identity as a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Then how should I address you...?"

"Call her Miss Ning."

"Yes, Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, the road to our village may be a bit rugged and bumpy."

"It's alright, just lead the way. We are Soul Masters, we don't need you to worry about us too much."

at this time.

As another clap of thunder rang out, Ma Youtie finally remembered that Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong were being drenched by the torrential rain.

"Young Master Qing, I have an extra oil-paper umbrella..."

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence.

Ma Youtie noticed the invisible yet substantial soul power shield on Dong Qing's body.

"Give it to me, it's perfect. I haven't walked in the rain with an umbrella in a long time."

Chapter 634, So Poor, So Miserable

Thunder roared in the sky, and torrential rain poured down.

How far is the village?

"About three miles."

"Lead the way."

"Yes, Young Master Qing."

"Dongqing, boohoo... if you cover your mouth again, I'll really get angry."

"Put on your mask. You are Miss Ning, and I am Young Master Qing."

Dong Qing held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, his pupils hidden beneath the mask, his gaze calmly fixed on the distance ahead.

He dispelled the protective layer of soul power around his body, letting the raindrops pound on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, silently savoring the feeling of walking in the pouring rain.

Freedom, tranquility, peace.

“Dong…Young Master Qing, carry me on your back, I’m tired and don’t want to walk.”

"Miss Ning, please come up."

"Hmph, I'll tire you out."

"With this little weight, I won't be exhausted."

A few seconds later.

Ning Rongrong lay on Dong Qing's back, her thighs wrapped around his waist.

Perhaps because of a sense of security, she also dispelled the protective shield of her soul power.

With less than half of her soul power remaining, she had a faint smile on her lips, her nose filled with his scent, silently enjoying the sense of security that her man brought her.

She was very proud and unapproachable, but not stupid. If she hadn't been with Dong Qing, she wouldn't have wasted her soul power by creating a soul power shield to block the rain.

but.......

Ning Rongrong quickly discovered a very serious problem: Dong Qing's attention was not on her at all; instead, he would reach out and touch the rain outside the oil-paper umbrella from time to time.

"Young Master Qing, I feel that you sometimes pay less attention to me than to this heavy rain. I don't know what you're thinking. What's so interesting about rain?"

"This rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth. The process in between is life. The reason I look at this rain, but not at the sky, not at the earth, and not at you, is mainly because what I am looking at is not the rain itself, but the cycle of life and death of all things in the world."

"Can't understand...."

"That's right, you don't understand."