Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 85

Boom—!

A sharp, violent attack suddenly blasted toward the area where Chrysanthemum Douluo stood!

His eyes narrowed slightly, golden light flaring across his body.

With a casual flick of his hand, he unleashed a wave of soul power that completely dispersed the incoming strike.

“Who’s there?!”

But Ning Rongrong's expression brightened with joy. She shouted excitedly at the rapidly approaching black figure:

“Dad!!!”

“Rongrong, are you okay? Did he do anything to you?”

Chrysanthemum Douluo squinted as he recognized the newcomer—Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi anxiously stood by Ning Rongrong's side, looking her over carefully as he spoke with deep concern.

Seeing her father, Ning Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, glancing toward Chrysanthemum Douluo, a flicker of fear and anger flashed in her eyes.

That damn creep! He jumped out and scared me—if Dad hadn’t shown up, I might’ve been captured by that psycho!

Her eyes twitched slightly as she had a sudden idea. In an instant, her delicate little face took on the tearful expression of a bullied child.

Sobbing, she pointed at Chrysanthemum Douluo and cried,

“Wahhh! H-He tried to hit me! Daddy, you have to teach him a lesson!”

Chrysanthemum Douluo’s eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at the perfectly serious, teary-eyed Ning Rongrong accusing him so convincingly, and felt a sharp pain in his chest—he almost coughed up blood on the spot.

He had read about Ning Rongrong in the original story—spoiled, willful, fond of teasing others.

She had always had the arrogance of a noble lady, looking down on most people.

But still, how old was she right now?

To be this scheming at such a young age—what would she become when she grew up?

Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly recalled the “noble ladies” and “green tea girls” he had encountered in his past life.

Compared to Ning Rongrong, they were child’s play!

Ning Fengzhi, however, looked at his daughter’s act with a touch of helplessness.

He had already checked her condition earlier—there wasn’t a scratch on her.

And as her father, how could he not know what she was up to?

Clearly, she just wanted him to avenge her and scold Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Still, why had Chrysanthemum Douluo sneaked over here on his own? And why was he looking for Ning Rongrong specifically?

Ning Fengzhi’s gaze sharpened as he stared coldly at him.

“Hmph! Is this how the Spirit Hall operates? Sneaking around in secret—what are you trying to pull?!”

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at Ning Rongrong and suddenly had an idea.

System, he asked in his mind, Does it count if I just talk to Ning Rongrong for one minute?

“Correct.”

Perfect!

He cleared his throat and replied to Ning Fengzhi in a steady tone,

“Clan Master Ning, I mean no harm. I merely wished to evaluate your daughter’s innate potential.”

“You think I’m a fool?”

Ning Fengzhi’s eyes grew even colder.

But Chrysanthemum Douluo only gave a mysterious smile.

“Tell me, Clan Master Ning—do you really want to watch your daughter, a once-in-a-generation genius, be limited her entire life by the restrictions of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, just like you?”

“What?!”

Now that got his attention.

Looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo’s confident expression, Ning Fengzhi couldn’t help but ask,

“What do you know? What are you trying to do?”

Hooked!

Chrysanthemum Douluo could see he was wavering and pressed on,

“Clan Master Ning, it just so happens that I’ve learned a secret: the continent’s strongest auxiliary-type martial spirit—the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda—can evolve into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. I came simply to see if your daughter had the potential to achieve that.”

“I believe this is all just a misunderstanding.”

Ning Fengzhi eyed Chrysanthemum Douluo with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

What he was saying made sense—but Ning Fengzhi wasn’t an idiot.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had been calmly standing at his sect’s gates before, but now he had snuck in here alone?

No way this wasn’t suspicious.

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Ning Fengzhi looked down at Ning Rongrong standing beside him, his gaze filled with love and devotion.

He had borne the burden of the Seven Treasures Pagoda martial spirit his whole life, never able to break through to higher cultivation.

Could he really let his daughter go through the same?

A girl with rare talent—should her path end here?

He made his decision in that instant.

“What method do you have to help Rongrong evolve her martial spirit?” he asked slowly.

Success!

Ning Rongrong really was Ning Fengzhi’s weakness!

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a quiet breath of relief.

“I happen to know of a rare herb—one that can stimulate the evolution of the Seven Treasures Pagoda.”

“An herb?”

Ning Fengzhi quickly ran through all the herbs he knew of across the continent.

Chrysanthemum Douluo continued,

“Would you allow me to speak with your daughter for a moment?”

Ning Fengzhi glanced at him and nodded.

“Right here. Go ahead.”

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out another breath of relief. It’s done!

Now he just needed to speak with Ning Rongrong for over a minute, and the mission would be complete.

He turned to Ning Rongrong with a smile.

“Miss Ning, may I ask what level your soul power is currently at?”

Although she disliked him, with her father standing right next to her, Ning Rongrong felt no fear. She began answering his questions, one by one.

At the foot of the mountain.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a look.

They glanced at the Serpent Spear Douluo standing before them, their expressions turning ice cold.

Chen Xin said,

“You keep watch here. I’ll go.”

Gu Rong nodded.

“Be careful.”

“Don’t worry.”

Seeing this, Serpent Spear Douluo frowned.

“Where are you going?”

Gu Rong sneered and stared him down.

“Don’t you think you’re meddling in things that don’t concern you?”

Boom!

The ground beneath Serpent Spear Douluo’s feet trembled ominously.

His expression darkened as he stared hard at Gu Rong, saying nothing, arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Gu Rong didn’t back down, meeting his gaze without flinching.

Spirit Hall.

The smoke began to clear.

Lin Fan’s figure gradually came into view.

His entire body was encased in a writhing black bio-armor, pulsing and squirming with life.

It resembled slabs of living flesh, crawling across his body like some kind of parasitic armor.

Dark red veins flowed through it constantly, and thick white mist steamed out from the seams in his carapace.

Scarlet eyes gleamed as Lin Fan stared at the one before him—the supreme ruler of Spirit Hall, the Pope herself.

A wicked grin crept onto his lips.

He looked like a true demon that had crawled straight out of the abyss.

Even Bibi Dong, hardened as she was, couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart at the sight.

Especially the grotesque mass of living armor over his chest—constantly twitching and pulsing.

It was eerie, unnatural—something that simply should not exist in this world.

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