Chapter 330: Clouds Move at Yuexuan, Playing a Tune of Elegance

"It was forced by my father," Ning Rongrong said with dissatisfaction, "insisting that I come here to learn some etiquette."

"So that's it!" Nan Feihuang understood as soon as he thought about it; this Ning Rongrong had not received any good growth at all at Shrek Academy.

She was the same little devil she had been before, and she was still the same now.

Ning Fengzhi wanted to groom her as the successor Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so of course, he could not let her continue like this.

Thus, he entrusted her to Tang Yuehua.

Noble young ladies who graduated from Tang Yuehua's side were all praised by everyone as virtuous and refined.

Ning Fengzhi did not intend for Tang Yuehua to cultivate his daughter into a top student of the etiquette class like Xue Ke, but at least he wanted to change the little devil habits on her and make her a bit more mature and steady.

Otherwise, how could she inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future?

It was just a pity that, judging from the noble young lady who had just fled in a panic, Ning Rongrong's academic performance must be very poor; that noble young lady must have been pranked by Ning Rongrong, which was why she looked like she had seen a ghost upon seeing her.

There was absolutely no progress here.

"Big Miss, why are you here? Isn't every student going to perform on stage later? I specifically came to support you," Ma Hongjun asked as he leaned over; now that Ning Rongrong was like his direct superior, he naturally had to show more concern.

"Hmph, I was cut. What 'most etiquette-versed person in the Heaven Dou Empire'? That Lady Yue actually said my playing was devoid of emotion and that I wasn't performing music at all, but merely plucking strings," Ning Rongrong was extremely annoyed; since she had come to Yuexuan, she naturally wanted to get on stage.

As a result, being told her level wasn't high enough and that she wasn't qualified to go on stage—how could she endure that? She was so angry she wanted to prank people again.

If not for Ning Fengzhi's repeated warnings that she must absolutely not provoke Tang Yuehua, as this person's background was unfathomable and not inferior to her own, she would have long since been rude, regardless of whether she was her teacher or not.

After all, she, the little devil, was an existence who didn't even spare her own father and grandfather; would she care about a mere teacher?

"Don't be angry, Big Miss. It's that Lady Yue who has no eye for talent. When you return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you can summon the entire sect's disciples to listen to your performance; by then, everyone will surely cheer for you in unison," Ma Hongjun acted just like a sycophant, flattering his own god of wealth.

This made Nan Feihuang unable to resist wanting to voice his mockery, and he hadn't intended to hold back anyway, "Tch!"

Ning Rongrong frowned, "Hey, you surnamed Nan, what are you 'tching' at?"

"Tch-ing at someone who overestimates their own abilities. Having only learned music for a year, you harbor delusions of performing at the most famous Yuexuan performance in Heaven Dou. Ning Rongrong, do you think you're my Ke'er? With your level, go back and practice for another hundred years," Nan Feihuang said without the slightest courtesy.

In any case, his Gu Lei Kingdom had already torn off the mask of civility with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect during the battle in the valley; what was there left to be polite about?

Moreover, he was not afraid of Ning Rongrong; what could a Support System user do to him?

Did she still want to play tricks to prank him like she did to others? Others might fear the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and dare to be angry but not speak, but Nan Feihuang was not afraid.

A Sword Douluo who was already crippled, and a Bone Douluo who only reached the baseline level of a Super Douluo—what was there to fear?

Not to mention that Dugu Bo was in the city right now, Nan Feihuang himself was not afraid of either of these two Title Douluo.

"Bastard, you dare to look down on me! Ma Hongjun, beat him for me! Use your Fire Phoenix to burn him to death!" Ning Rongrong had never suffered such mockery; the last time was at Shrek Academy when Flender said it, and she knew now that Flender had only dared to do so because he had received a letter from her father.

Nan Feihuang had no such backing.

"That... Big Miss, I... I can't beat him," although Ma Hongjun was arrogant, he still had this bit of self-awareness; with his current strength, even the Nan Feihuang from the time of the Soul Master Tournament was not someone he could defeat.

With Nan Feihuang's talent, he didn't believe he would have stood still these past two years; it was possible he had already become a Soul Emperor.

"What are you afraid of? You have me to support you," Ning Rongrong said angrily; this underling she had taken in was too useless—facing Nan Feihuang, he didn't even have the courage to make a move.

"Support?" Nan Feihuang smiled, extended a finger, and pressed down lightly; instantly, a soul power pressure, powerful to the extreme, directly forced Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun to kneel on the ground simultaneously.

This was the absolute soul power suppression that could only be achieved by a high-level Spirit Master facing a low-level Spirit Master.

The quality of Nan Feihuang's soul power was too high; in terms of quantity, it was indeed only at the Spirit Saint level, but in terms of purity and condensation, he, who had attained Expertise in the Dunjia Heavenly Book, surpassed even Title Douluo.

Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun were unable to move for a time; both subconsciously used their martial souls. Ning Rongrong was a Support System user, so it was meaningless, but even with Ma Hongjun possessing the top-tier Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul, facing Nan Feihuang, he still couldn't move.

"It's useless. With the two of you, in front of me, let alone making a move, you can't even move a single finger," Nan Feihuang laughed.

"Damn you, you bastard! Bullying people by relying on your strong soul power—this is the strong bullying the weak, using power to oppress others!" Ning Rongrong said angrily.

"The strong bullying the weak? But aren't we the same age? This Ma Hongjun seems to be a few days older than me. If you are too useless, don't blame your opponent for being too strong. And whose power am I using to oppress you? If I want to bully you two, do I need to borrow someone else's strength?"

Nan Feihuang left the two speechless.

Like the battle in the valley, when Tang Hao made a move against him, that was called the strong bullying the weak.

After his mother defeated Tang Hao, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect relied on their own strength to forcibly intervene, letting Tang Hao go, and even forcing his mother not to hold a grudge against others for ambushing and killing her son—that was called using power to oppress others.

The various nobles in the hall watched this scene, but no one dared to come up to mediate.

Because they couldn't afford to offend either side; regardless of whether it was Ning Rongrong or Nan Feihuang, both had two Title Douluo standing behind them.

Due to the battle back then, the rift between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Gu Lei Kingdom was known to all.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer; these ordinary nobles who only had a little money had no qualifications to get involved in the grievances between the two major powers.

Just at this moment, a melodious piece of music rang out, and in the center of the hall, a woman dressed in snow-white formal attire descended from the sky; on her back, she had a pair of snow-white wings identical to her attire.

A head of long silver hair hung down to her waist, and she was slowly playing a small harp.

"This piece is... 'Prayer'!" Nan Feihuang subconsciously lowered his finger, and Ning Rongrong and Ma Hongjun suddenly felt their bodies lighten, gasping for air as if they had faced a life-and-death crisis.

"Prayer"—this was a piece that could soothe Anger; in the past, Xue Ke often played it for Feihuang to listen to.

And the beautiful young lady standing on the stage playing was none other than the Heaven Dou Empire's Princess, Xue Ke.

The performance had begun; she had learned of Nan Feihuang's arrival, so she decided to be the first to go on stage.

The hostility in Feihuang's heart disappeared without a trace under this piece of music, and he closed his eyes to enjoy it quietly.

Clouds move at Yuexuan, playing a tune of elegance.

(End of chapter)