Chapter 139: Spirit Hall, and the Unconscious Ning Rongrong

"Rongrong, let's change the subject." Sword Douluo waved his hand after Ning Rongrong bowed.

When it came to certain matters, Ning Rongrong was unusually serious. Who did she inherit this from? Overthinking everything must be exhausting.

"By the way, what do you all think about Spirit Hall?" Bone Douluo smoothly shifted the topic.

Seeing Ning Rongrong return to her seat, Ning Fengzhi nodded in understanding.

"Spirit Hall is very strong. Right now, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan can hardly compete with them."

Even someone like Ning Fengzhi had to admit Tang Hao's sheer audacity. Even with the Asura God backing him, his own strength couldn't be underestimated.

According to Ning Rongrong, Tang Hao was crippled if not completely, his injuries likely prevented him from using Spirit Ring Detonation again.

An 89th-rank Tang Hao would probably lose even to the weakest pre-breakthrough Title Douluo.

"Only now do I realize that the so-called 'Three Great Clans' are nothing compared to Spirit Hall." Bone Douluo sighed.

Qian Daoliu at 99th rank, Golden Crocodile at 98th, Bibi Dong at 98th not to mention all the known and unknown Title Douluos under them. With this kind of power, they could easily crush the Three Great Clans single-handedly.

Of course, excluding some unreasonable cheats.

If Spirit Hall had so many 98th and 99th-rank Title Douluos, how many 95th, 96th, and 97th-rank ones did they have? The thought alone was terrifying.

"Speaking of which, Rongrong, can you tell what Qian Renxue's soul power rank is?"

Qian Renxue was technically his disciple, even if they hadn't formally acknowledged it. Ning Fengzhi was still curious.

"Probably between 72nd and 75th-rank Soul Sage. Without close observation, I can't be certain."

"A Soul Sage in her early twenties what frightening talent. If she focused solely on cultivation, she might already be approaching the 80th rank, or even beyond."

"Dad, I get it, but could you not hype up others while putting yourself down?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi's expression and couldn't help but complain.

"Your supposedly 'mediocre' daughter here is already close to the 63rd-rank Soul Emperor. I'm not weaker than her."

"Given some more time, catching up to Qian Renxue won't be a problem."

"Haha, true." Ning Fengzhi snapped out of it and smiled warmly.

"...As for strengthening your power, I have some rather unique ideas. Theoretically, they should work."

Ning Rongrong pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Oh?"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both turned to her.

"Mm." Ning Rongrong thought for a bit. "I'm not sure about Spirit Ring Detonation, but Spirit Ring Fusion might be possible for you."

Like the fusion used by Sword Douluo's Mirror Image Clone earlier.

In theory, as long as one had a deep enough understanding of their martial soul, they could perform Spirit Ring Fusion.

"In a couple of days, I'll write down my insights on Spirit Ring Fusion for you to see if it suits you." Ning Rongrong continued, "Additionally, there's martial soul fusion skills."

"Like the Golden Iron Triangle's. Using Grandpa Sword's ninth soul skill as the core for enhancement might also be feasible."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong got up from her chair and walked toward the recording-type soul tool, preparing to turn it on and replay the Golden Iron Triangle's martial soul fusion skill.

But the moment she reached out, her hand suddenly froze.

Her vision darkened, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Rongrong!"

"Wake up, Rongrong!"

...

Just before losing consciousness completely, Ning Rongrong faintly heard familiar voices.

When she came to, she was already lying in bed.

"What happened…" Ning Rongrong shook her head groggily, taking in the familiar bed and room decor.

"My bedroom…?" she murmured.

Her entire body felt weak, and her head throbbed clearly, the aftereffects of her recklessness hadn't faded yet.

"I wonder how long I slept." Her clothes had already been changed.

"No, that's not the point." Ning Rongrong focused her thoughts.

"Earlier, I was about to explain martial soul fusion skills… It seems I passed out from mental exhaustion."

She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to recall.

Before long, a maid rushed in upon hearing movement.

"Young Miss, you're finally awake!" The maid's face was full of excitement.

"How long was I out?"

"Three months. You slept for three whole months."

"I see…" Ning Rongrong nodded. "Zhuang, go call my father. I still feel a bit unwell."

"Young Miss, won't you eat something first?" Zhuang asked worriedly.

"A Soul Master won't starve that easily. Go on."

Seeing her insistence, Zhuang stopped arguing and hurried off to notify Ning Fengzhi.

Watching the maid leave, Ning Rongrong sighed. "As expected, innate soul power limits cultivation speed."

Zhuang was a Soul Master Ning Fengzhi had bought at an auction, handpicked by Ning Rongrong to be her maid.

But her innate soul power wasn't high. Aside from immortal herbs, Ning Rongrong had fed her plenty of pills over the years.

Yet at 18, she was only at the 37th rank.

And breaking through bottlenecks was extremely difficult.

Still, as her personal maid, Ning Rongrong didn't need her to be particularly strong.

As long as she did her job well and knew what to do (and what not to), that was enough.

About ten minutes later, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo arrived together at Ning Rongrong's bedroom.

"Rongrong, you're finally awake." Ning Fengzhi's voice was thick with concern.

"Mn. I did mention I might sleep for a while when I returned. You should've known."

"That may be so," Ning Fengzhi sighed, "but don't push yourself like this in the future."

First stealing Tang Hao's spirit ring and external spirit bone right under his nose, then rushing off to raid his home, followed immediately by a trip to the Blue Silver Forest…

She should have rested back then.

"Relax, I'm fine." Ning Rongrong waved dismissively. "By the way, did anything noteworthy happen these past three months?"

"Nothing major. However, just two days ago, Tang Hao and his group arrived in Heaven Dou City."

"Oh?" Ning Rongrong was somewhat surprised. "What was Qian Renxue's reaction?"

"Unclear. She hasn't made any moves yet." Ning Fengzhi paused.

"However, Liu Erlong took them into the Blue Tyrant Academy and renamed it Shrek Academy."

"I see…" Ning Rongrong fell into thought.

"I wonder if Xue Beng acted like in the original storyline."

The thought amused her briefly before she snapped out of it with another mental sigh.

But what did it matter whether this was the original storyline or not?

She belonged to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan now Shrek Academy had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, what about the external spirit bone? Was it 'cleaned'?"

"Mn." Ning Fengzhi nodded. "We prepared in advance and successfully repurchased it."

"We finished just one day before Tang Hao's group arrived. They probably heard about the auction."

"Since we bought it fair and square, they can't say anything about it."

"What about the Blue Silver Emperor?" The external spirit bone could wait, but having the Blue Silver Emperor survive its first tribulation and join the clan was more urgent.

Ning Rongrong had instructed Ning Fengzhi to prepare for both outcomes if the Blue Silver King went back on its word, they'd have no choice but to claim its spirit ring and bone.