Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 311: Isn’t it just kneeling? I can do it too!

Even though it knew Ning Xuan was the one causing trouble, it couldn't lash out at him, so Gou Dongxi naturally became the best outlet for its frustration. Zhu Ruoyu wanted to end the fight quickly and took the initiative to use its sword. The next moment, it froze mid-swing, stunned. The tightly gripped longsword had actually slipped from its grasp!

BANG!

Watching the claw enlarge before its eyes, Zhu Ruoyu was caught off guard and blasted away once again. Even with its tough hide, its body was nearly smashed to pieces. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of being mercilessly toyed with. And by a damn sword, of all things!

ROAR!

The deafening cry shook the heavens as the hulking figure of a wild boar blotted out half the sky.

Ning Xuan raised an eyebrow. He somewhat regretted letting the Cloud Floating Sword make a move. Otherwise, Zhu Ruoyu's human skin would have remained intact.

By his side, Zhongli Ruoruo stepped forward to comfort him, naturally taking Ning Xuan's arm. "Young Master, it's not your fault."

Immediately, Yuan Yurong's gaze became razor-sharp. Glancing at where their arms touched, she flared up with uncontrollable rage and exclaimed, "Who the hell are you? How can you be so shameless?!" Of course, she knew who the other woman was: the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect, who had previously entered the Dao Xuan Institute in disguise and was close with Si Lanyi. The Yin Yang Sect is no place for decent people. This hussy is truly shameless! She's trying to steal my friend's man! Absolutely not! Si Lanyi isn't here right now, so I have to keep an eye on things for her. In that instant, Yuan Yurong had found the perfect excuse for herself.

"And who might you be? Oh, I know you. Yuan Yurong, the newly minted Saintess of the Su Yue Zhuai. By the way, I heard that your sect's previous Saintess perished in Burial Sand City?" Zhongli Ruoruo retaliated, her words laced with thorns.

"Your information is outdated," Yuan Yurong shot back, biting her lip and mustering her courage to hug Ning Xuan's other arm. "I'm no longer the Saintess of the Su Yue Zhuai. I am now the Young Master's maidservant. And I will be in the future, too!"

Ning Xuan was bewildered. Is this the legendary Shura Field? But can't you two get a grip? You're not the female leads!

"Ahem, ladies, please don't steal the show," he couldn't help but remind them.

The two women were even more stunned. Steal the show? Steal what show? Does the Young Master think I'm acting? When this thought popped into Yuan Yurong's mind, she released Ning Xuan and knelt before him. "Young Master, Yurong is not acting! If I have spoken a single lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Zhongli Ruoruo was taken aback. Damn, this woman is fierce! To think she'd abandon her status as a Saintess of one of the top three sects just like that, and now she's kneeling without a second thought! I really didn't expect this! Then, another Saintess prostrated herself at Ning Xuan's feet. Zhongli Ruoruo had no intention of being outdone by Yuan Yurong. As she knelt, she even shot her rival a triumphant glance. Kneeling, is it? I can do that too!

Yuan Yurong bit her lip, utterly unprepared for Zhongli Ruoruo's shamelessness. Now completely out of options, she cast a pleading gaze back at Yuan Xueying.

Yuan Xueying shuddered inwardly. She actually agreed with Yuan Yurong's actions. This Realm was bizarre; even she couldn't use her Cultivation, yet Ning Xuan seemed unaffected. It proved that Yurong's judgment was spot-on. But what's with this look? She's not trying to drag me into this and make me kneel to Ning Xuan too, is she? Yuan Xueying looked at Yuan Yurong and gently shook her head, a hint of warning in her beautiful eyes. I'm your master… how could you do this to me? Yuan Yurong understood the meaning in her master's eyes, and her own instantly filled with mist—her never-fail trump card. Sure enough, Yuan Xueying panicked and hurried over. But when she saw Ning Xuan's youthful face, her heart trembled. He's so young, I'm old enough to be his mother. Do I really have to kneel?

Ning Xuan blinked, looking expectantly at the face that was so similar to Yuan Yurong's. In the next moment, his eyes widened in shock. Yuan Xueying had actually knelt down too! What the hell! Lady, I was signaling for you to pull Yuan Yurong up, not kneel with her!

Seeing Ning Xuan's expression, Yuan Xueying was so mortified she wished the ground would swallow her whole. She hadn't even decided to kneel! She never imagined her treacherous disciple would pull a trick like that from behind. But since she was already on her knees, Yuan Xueying closed her eyes, steeled her heart, and said, "Young Master, I raised Yurong myself, and I know her character well. Please, you must believe her." She had mustered all her courage to speak and was completely unaware of Yuan Yurong smirking triumphantly at Zhongli Ruoruo from the side.

Zhongli Ruoruo was not one to compromise. Her beautiful eyes shifted, and her lips moved, sending a sound transmission directly to her rival. "Hehe, I kissed the Young Master, and he touched me, too!"

Hearing this, Yuan Yurong was stunned. Reacting quickly, she couldn't help but scoff aloud, "Some Saintess you are! More like a harlot!"

In front of them, Yuan Xueying's delicate body stiffened. She glanced up at Ning Xuan, her pretty face turning beet red before she finally exploded. "You wretched girl, can't you just shut up?! You've completely shamed me!"

In one fluid motion, she stood, turned, and grabbed Yuan Yurong's ear. With her pearly earlobe being twisted, Yuan Yurong tilted her head and appealed to Ning Xuan for help. "Young Master, save me! My feisty master is going to kill me!"

Ning Xuan and the now-standing Zhongli Ruoruo watched the master and disciple with some surprise. The only impression Ning Xuan had of Yuan Yurong was that she was ruthless and cruel; back in The Capital, she wouldn't even blink when killing her own people. He never expected her to have such a lively, slightly mischievous side. As for Yuan Xueying, he hadn't known her long enough, but she had certainly never shown this side of herself before.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Yuan Xueying let go, feigning anger, then turned to Ning Xuan. "Don't listen to this girl's nonsense. She loves to provoke me on purpose."

"Nonsense? Then tell me, on Tian Du Peak of the Su Yue Zhuai, you... Mmph!" Yuan Yurong didn't get to finish before Yuan Xueying clamped a hand over her mouth. She flailed, batting her eyes at Ning Xuan, but he just smiled and paid them no mind. This version of Yuan Yurong left a good impression on him, as did Yuan Xueying.

Ignoring the squabbling master and disciple, Ning Xuan looked toward the sky. The duel between Zhu Ruoyu and Gou Dongxi had reached its climax. Zhu Ruoyu, now dozens of yards tall, was locked in a ferocious struggle with Gou Dongxi, who was in his true form. They tore and bit at each other, causing the very void around them to tremble and collapse. Boundless Turbid Qi connected heaven and earth, making the scene look like the apocalypse.

As Ning Xuan shifted his attention, Zhongli Ruoruo and the Yuan master-disciple duo fell silent, all looking toward the sky. Yuan Yurong's face paled as she murmured, "How terrifying!"

Yuan Xueying, however, was puzzled. "That's not right," she said, looking at Ning Xuan. "The Turbid Qi fluctuations here are so violent, so how are we unaffected?" Although he hadn't done anything, her intuition told her this was definitely related to him.