In the empty sky, space lightly distorted.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray-black robe with cropped hair and a square face revealed himself.
"Ning Rongrong…"
The man slowly descended and stood not far away.
"So afraid of me?" Ning Rongrong looked at the man more than ten meters away and laughed. "You ran the moment you saw the Sea God. Was your courage beaten out of you by him twenty thousand years ago?"
Ning Rongrong's mouth was like poisoned honey. The more the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King listened, the darker his face became—black as the bottom of a burnt pot.
"Sharp tongue means nothing. What did Poseidon say to you?"
"Oh, so that's what you care about!" Ning Rongrong stood up and patted the dust off herself.
"Well, telling you is fine. I made peace with him."
"You're letting it go just like that?" The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King looked surprised. "Didn't you say your useless father almost died?"
Is that father a free gift with top-up?
You rushed here for revenge, barely accomplished anything, and then made peace with the enemy.
Are you trying to send your father to his grave faster so you can inherit the position?
"What can I do?" Ning Rongrong spread her hands. "I'm just a tiny Soul Douluo. The other side is a god!"
"You… Soul Douluo?" The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King looked her up and down, the corner of his mouth twitching.
If you hadn't attacked at the end, this "Soul Douluo" of yours almost killed Bo Saixi and Tang Chen. Even if you couldn't kill them, you would have gravely injured them.
And you're calling yourself a humble Soul Douluo to me?
"Hehe." Ning Rongrong chuckled lightly. "I'm just a little bit stronger. An auxiliary soul master. I don't have the terrifying combat power you all do."
Deep Sea Demonic Whale King: "…"
This person really deserves a beating!
Seeing the other side's forehead crawling with black lines, Ning Rongrong stopped teasing and said, "We cannot completely fall out with Sea God Island right now."
"For the short term, doing business in Vast Sea City still needs the scope of Sea God Island's influence."
"Using this conversation, Bo Saixi will remove those fanatics from Vast Sea City afterward. My basic goal is achieved."
"If we push too far and the Sea God himself descends, that would be big trouble. I am not his match."
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan needs a stable trade environment. With the Sea God as backing, they don't have to worry too much about Bo Saixi and Tang Chen causing trouble in the dark.
Offending Sea God Island without being able to destroy them—if something happens later, it would be troublesome.
As for this time?
Wasn't it the ice sea clan, those traitors to the Sea God's faith, who launched the beast tide?
They are the masterminds!
Even if they weren't, the Sea God has already defined it that way.
As a mere mortal, she could only agree.
"In short, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan needed an explanation. That's all there is to it." Ning Rongrong explained.
"Hmph. Quite a good explanation. You collected a lot of soul rings and soul bones, didn't you?" The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King looked depressed. So he was just a hired thug!
"Five soul bones over 100,000 years, one 600,000-year soul bone."
"Plus some miscellaneous things."
How could hundreds of thousands of soul beasts not drop soul bones? This time could be called a great harvest for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, but there was no need to flaunt it too much, right?
The other party was also a soul beast. If he misunderstood that she wanted his soul ring and bones, that would be trouble.
Ning Rongrong stayed on the island to cultivate and recover from her injuries.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King said nothing and simply left the island.
Probably went to sleep!
Ning Rongrong didn't care. That guy swallowed so much—he definitely needed to digest.
A day and a night passed.
Ning Rongrong felt herself getting closer and closer to the second realm of the Supreme—Extreme of Heart.
Detonating a 600,000-year soul ring felt like a loss, but being able to glimpse the Extreme of Heart made it a profit.
That's right—normally Ning Rongrong could never have burst out with level 100 power.
But by using the Sea Princess's soul ring and a skill similar to ring detonation, fusing its energy into the Glazed Holy Sword and guiding it with zhenqi, she instantly unleashed terrifying power.
A half-god self-detonation could already seriously threaten a quasi-god.
Moreover, Ning Rongrong guided it mentally and supported it with zhenqi—this was true ring detonation, one that could never be recovered.
Combined with the power of time and space plus the energy contained in a half-god-level soul ring, the moment her mind and spirit became one, Ning Rongrong felt the bottleneck of the Extreme of Heart loosen.
If the Sea God hadn't intervened at the end, she had seventy percent confidence in burying Tang Chen and Bo Saixi.
"What a pity…"
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong sighed, gathered her thoughts, and stood up from meditation.
"Hey, Deep Sea Demonic Whale King—are you afraid I'll steal your private savings?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help complaining. "I cultivated for a day and night, and you watched me for a day and night."
The sea surface rippled faintly. The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King appeared again in human form.
His flowing robe fluttered lightly in the sea breeze.
"I don't trust you."
Ning Rongrong: "…"
"Fine." Seeing his expression like there was a thief in the house, Ning Rongrong spread her hands. "Then I'm leaving now."
"Thank you for your help this time. Pleasure doing business."
"Get lost already."
Ning Rongrong: "…"
Last time she ran away; this time she was being rushed off.
Her pupils turned into clock faces. Space in front of her trembled lightly and slowly cracked open. Ning Rongrong stepped inside.
"Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, with this hospitality of yours—not even preparing some fruit—I can see why no one ever visits your home!"
The spatial portal slowly closed. Ning Rongrong's teasing voice was the last thing to come through.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's face was full of black lines. "This plague is finally gone."
With Ning Rongrong in these waters, he couldn't eat well or sleep soundly.
He had wanted to sleep and absorb the devoured power to heal his soul.
But after thinking it over—he decided against it!
This young sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had unscientific combat power. If he slept and never woke up, wouldn't his 990,000 years of cultivation go to waste?
"Tch—" The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King spat toward where Ning Rongrong's portal had been. "I, the overlord of the Demonic Whale sea domain, need guests? I'm perfectly happy alone."
"Only an uninvited pest like you would come."
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King let out a long breath of relief.
Bo Saixi and Tang Chen were injured; they probably couldn't cause him trouble for a while. He could finally heal in peace.
As for storming Sea God Island again—he dropped that idea. From what Di Tian said, the God Realm's malice toward soul beasts meant that even obtaining the sacred pillar probably wouldn't let him become the new Sea God.
"I wonder how the Demon Empress and the Buddha's son are doing. I hope they're safe."
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's human figure gradually faded.
Half a minute later,
the outline of a several-hundred-meter-long gigantic whale was reflected on the sea before slowly sinking into the deep.
(End of chapter)