48: Reunion, Witch Ning Rongrong

"How about... I play with you?"

The voice brought a gust of cold wind, making one feel the chill coming from all directions.

At some point, a black-clothed young man appeared in the square. He wore a feather-style mask, only revealing two bright, star-like eyes.

Soul power surged, and the wind whipped his black clothes, making them rustle. Just standing there gave off a chilling, unapproachable feeling.

As the young man appeared, the surroundings noticeably quieted.

It was as if a large hand was pressing down on the commotion; it was the pressure emanating from the young man's Spirit, clearly indicating he was not in a pleasant mood.

Soul Venerable!

At least a Soul Venerable!

Tang San's heart tightened. He thought this person was even younger than Dai Mubai, yet he was also a Soul Venerable.

Realizing the newcomer was not simple, Dai Mubai's face immediately turned gloomy again. "Kid, this is none of your business!"

"I advise you not to meddle. This is Shrek Academy, not a place for you to act wildly."

"If you want to be a hero and save the beauty, you should first see if you have the strength!"

The young man flexed his wrists, his cold gaze looking like he was watching dead people.

"My strength might not be too strong..."

"But to cripple you, it's barely enough!"

Staring at Dai Mubai, Su Ye felt an inexplicable rage in his heart. If he had been any later, he didn't know what would have happened to Little Cat.

He didn't have much of a sense of chivalry; protecting himself and those he cared about was enough.

"Very good!" Dai Mubai's face seemed unchanged, but the feeling he gave off was even more dangerous, like a tiger hunting.

Swish—

Dai Mubai subtly shifted his body, moving his right leg forward, adopting an offensive stance.

...It's him!!"

Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to recognize someone's voice. A hint of joyful moisture flashed in her clear, quiet eyes, and she lightly bit her pink lip.

Waiting in Soto City for so long, she had already given up hope, thinking Su Ye was a blockhead who wouldn't come looking for her. She didn't expect...

It seemed the words she said, someone had listened.

The corner of Zhu Zhuqing's mouth involuntarily curved into a subtle arc.

...Zhuqing, you know him?"

Noticing the joy on Zhu Zhuqing's face, Ning Rongrong, who had been helped to her feet, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked in a low voice.

"Mm."

Zhu Zhuqing responded with a very soft sound, like a mosquito's hum.

She seemed a bit embarrassed.

Oh—

A hint of excitement flashed in the depths of Ning Rongrong's eyes. She clearly realized something, and her expression instantly became subtle.

Seeing that Dai Mubai had already taken his stance, she didn't think much further. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand once again bloomed with brilliant light.

"Seven Treasures Have Names—"

"First is Strength! Second is Speed!"

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time she had been injured and verbally humiliated. How could she let it go easily?

As long as it was against Dai Mubai, she, Ning Rongrong, was absolutely helping!

Whoosh!

Two beams of colored light flew towards Su Ye's back.

She was a Soul Grandmaster, capable of boosting strength and speed by thirty percent.

[PS: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda inherently has a ten percent amplification effect.]

As long as Su Ye and Dai Mubai were at the same level, with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul assisting, he could definitely beat Dai Mubai into a pig's head.

Ning Rongrong's thinking was not wrong; the only problem was that she underestimated Su Ye's strength.

Boosting his strength and speed was not something a Soul Grandmaster could accomplish!

Whoosh—

The emptiness within her body made Ning Rongrong stumble, almost falling. Fortunately, Zhu Zhuqing supported her in time.

Her beautiful face was already somewhat weak due to her injuries, and now it was even paler, like it had been soaked in ice water, completely devoid of color.

"This!!"

"How is this possible?!"

Unable to comprehend, Ning Rongrong's pure eyes showed intense shock and horror.

Her first Soul Skill activated first, but in just an instant, her Soul Power was emptied.

As a result, her second Soul Skill had no Soul Power to support it.

There was only one explanation for this situation: her Soul Power was simply not enough to amplify the black-clothed young man's strength by 30%.

His cultivation exceeded that of a Soul Grandmaster; he was at least a Soul King!

Hmm?

The strange power that suddenly surged within his body made Su Ye feel warm and comfortable.

However, this power came and went even faster, disappearing in just a fleeting thought.

"Is this... the amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Su Ye looked curiously at the seven-story, clear glazed pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand, feeling a bit surprised inside.

The amplification time was very short just now, but it did make him feel his strength instantly surge.

"As expected of the number one support Martial Soul on the continent!"

Su Ye muttered to himself.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had a flaw, only allowing cultivation up to the Soul Sage level at level seventy-nine, the 80% amplification of all attributes was too exaggerated.

Compared to the Nine Hearted Sea Tang's group healing, Su Ye felt the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification was better.

Group healing was suitable for large-scale team battles, and required the strengths of both sides to be similar to form an overwhelming advantage.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was suitable for small-scale team battles, relying on explosive amplification to achieve cross-level combat and possessing the revolutionary power to turn the tide.

Suddenly, Su Ye's expression changed.

"No, no~"

"Since Ye Leng Leng's Nine Hearted Sea Tang can be compared to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it shouldn't be just like this!"

All Soul Skills are healing?

And the limit of healing is immunity and immortality!

"Could it be that..."

Before Su Ye could be shocked and think further, Ning Rongrong's voice had already sounded. She was waving her hand, shouting excitedly:

"Hey, you!"

"Give this dead tiger a good beating for me, and you'll be rewarded later!"

"Beat him to death!"

"If you kill him, I'll take responsibility!"

The girl was spitting blood while still shouting loudly to cheer him on, her mouth grinning happily, completely disregarding her own injuries. It seemed as long as she could vent her anger, anything was fine.

..."

Su Ye frowned. Ning Rongrong was a little devil at this time. How did Little Cat get involved with her?

It seemed... their relationship was quite good?

Roar—

With the roar of a tiger, Dai Mubai looked exceptionally furious, but a few traces of cruel, lewd laughter appeared in his fierce eyes.

"Ning Rongrong, you still dare to speak so brazenly? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?!"

"After I cripple him first, I'll come and properly deal with you, you stinking whore!"

"I've never tasted a proud daughter of the heavens with such noble status like you. It should be more flavorful than those women in the brothels outside."

Feeling the other party's lewd gaze sweeping over her, those two words, 'brothel,' were the greatest defilement to a woman...

Ning Rongrong's chest heaved violently with anger, and her white dress trembled along with it.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and her injuries were not light at the moment. She was simply no match for Dai Mubai.

Looking at Dai Mubai, who was so insulting to a woman of a different surname, treating her as a plaything, Su Ye's eyes became increasingly cold and disdainful due to their differing ideologies.

In a wooden house.

A short, tower-like man saw the situation and felt a sense of unease. He said in a booming voice, "Flander, they won't cause any trouble, will they?"

"That girl's identity is special. If we offend her like this, we might not be able to get away with it!"

In front of him stood a black-clothed man wearing black-rimmed crystal glasses. His face was expressionless, but his eyes gave off a sense of cunning and shrewdness.

Flander calmly pushed up his glasses, saying confidently, "Don't worry, I naturally have something to rely on if I dare to treat her like this."

"Once they enter Shrek Academy, even a dragon has to coil for me."

"I finally managed to recruit so many monsters this year. How could I let them run away?"

Zhao Wuji grinned and gave Flander a thumbs-up. As expected of the dean, you are superior.

"Hey, did you hire that person too?"

"He's a Soul Venerable at such a young age, no less than Mubai. You must have spent a lot this time!"

Flander didn't answer, his slightly narrowed eyes falling on the black-clothed figure. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, feeling a faint sense of unease.