Chapter 69: Excited Ning Rongrong

The Gale vanished.

Oscar's complexion remained pale; his left hand was trembling violently, even a bit feeble, clearly uneasy.

"I've got…"

Oscar's right hand's soul power surged repeatedly, several Recovery Sausages appeared, and he shoved them all into his mouth at once.

Oscar's complexion finally seemed to return to normal.

Although a trace of pain still lingered in his meridians.

But his face was all excitement and agitation, "Xiao Xian, you're my real brother! So damn…!"

If Xiao Xian hadn't pressed him down firmly with his hand, he would have probably lunged at him directly.

That Blowing Fire Palm just now, if it had hit a weaker Soul Master at a closer range, it would have easily torn the opponent's flesh.

Oscar, from today onward, actually became a combat‑capable Soul Master!

Hehe, Fatty…!

After the euphoria, Oscar's expression on his face gradually withered and turned twisted.

"…"

"Alright, alright, go adapt a bit, go see the Dean and the teachers." Xiao Xian nudged him; as the first test subject, they still had to let Fulangde and the others oversee.

"Okay, okay!" Oscar was already a bit impatient to go brag to the other companions.

"Hehe, Rongrong, sorry about earlier! I'll wish you success later!" Oscar blinked his peach‑blossom eyes, then decisively leapt from the rooftop.

His aura was overly conspicuous.

Ning Rongrong involuntarily shivered.

"…"

The playground was just below; the other side of the building, others were battling.

Very quickly.

Inside the tent, Xiao Xian heard Oscar's brazen laughter from downstairs.

Then came Ma Hongjun's voice.

"Oscar! Don't force me!"

"Aaah!"

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

"…"

Xiao Xian shook his head helplessly, then looked at Ning Rongrong and said calmly, "Come in."

Ning Rongrong stared blankly, took a deep breath, like someone unbothered, gritted teeth and plunged into the tent.

However.

The moment Xiao Xian lowered the curtain, a vague unease still showed on their face.

Xiao Xian, expressionless, brushed a hand to the waist, took out a pair of scissors and said, "Cut off the left sleeve yourself."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong visibly relaxed and hurriedly took it.

"What I just told Oscar, you should have heard, so I won't waste words."

"I'll guide you through the Blowing Fire Palm route, then we'll begin."

"Come, extend your left arm."

Ning Rongrong quickly twisted the sleeve, then obediently turned her body, letting the left‑arm side draw near Xiao Xian.

"…"

Not long after, Xiao Xian's right hand came down from Ning Rongrong's left arm, and he patted Xiao Jue's head again.

His right hand again solidified into a purple‑jade hue, then brushed a strand of Purple Light from Xiao Jue's fang.

His left hand seized Ning Rongrong's shoulder, pressing firmly.

Then, his right hand decisively pointed forward.

"...!!!" Tears instantly flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes, a rapid red flush spread over her pale skin—pain! Too painful!

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank; Xiao Xian acted too quickly, completely unexpected to her.

Xiao Xian glanced at Ning Rongrong; compared with Oscar, her pain‑endurance was clearly far weaker.

She trembled violently all over, muscles tensed tightly, and her internal soul power became chaotic.

Xiao Xian hesitated briefly.

No matter her.

Strands of Purple Light were swiftly projected into the acupoints of her arm.

Then a quick stroke.

"Ease it yourself." Xiao Jue transformed into Purple Light and merged into Xiao Xian's body; Xiao Xian ripped open the tent and fled.

Ning Rongrong finally couldn't hold on, her body went limp, she collapsed onto the ground, clutching her left arm with her right hand, her face grotesquely twisted, softly howling in pain.

On the playground.

【44】 Dai Mubai was battling Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing; Tang San was treated as a true Food Type, and the Master restricted him from using Self-Created Soul Technique.

Dai Mubai is battling Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San was taken as a true Food Type, and Master restricted his use of Self-Created Soul Technique.

Oscar chuckled oddly, formally facing Ma Hongjun.

His Blowing Fire Palm grew increasingly proficient; sometimes he could blast the Phoenix Fire Line open directly.

The Master stood at the side, staring intently at the situation, occasionally showing a dissatisfied expression.

Seeing Xiao Xian approach, "Xiao Xian, is Ning Rongrong ready too?"

Xiao Xian nodded, "Yes, from now on it's up to her; it may take a few days to master."

Taking advantage of the gaps in the battlefield's offense and defense.

"Little Three, bring some Sugarcane! Ao Ge, Recovery Sausage!"

The two froze for a moment, then at the instant they dodged the opposite attack, a flash of soul power quickly created Sugarcane and Recovery Sausage.

"You keep going!" Xiao Xian said, his palm drawing a line; the Sugarcane and Recovery Sausage in the two's hands, as if wrapped in thin strings, twitched and shot toward Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian caught them with a swift hand, placed a foot, stepped midair, and quickly returned to the rooftop.

Standing in front of the tent, he waited silently for a while, then Xiao Xian cleared his throat.

Ning Rongrong lifted the tent curtain; she was still wearing that white dress with the sleeves cut off.

Tears still marked her face, her complexion was strained, pale, and even a little regretful.

Xiao Xian slipped into the tent, handed over the Recovery Sausage and Sugarcane, then took a Water Sac from the Soul Guide Device.

"Sunlight Spore, diluted, drink little; if you forget the Blowing Fire Palm soul power route, ask me again."

Ning Rongrong finished the Recovery Sausage and then chewed the Sugarcane; she immediately recovered a lot, her eyes brightened considerably.

"Thank… thank you, Xiao Xian!" Ning Rongrong promptly took the Water Sac.

Xiao Xian glanced at her again, fell silent for a moment, and said, "What are you still staring at? Try it already."

"Oh… okay!" Ning Rongrong sat cross‑legged inside the tent, silently recalling the Blowing Fire Palm soul power route.

After confirming it was about right, she took a small sip of the water from the Water Sac.

Not long after, a faint breeze appeared in her palm.

She immediately showed a surprised smile.

Hoo—!

Soul power wavered, and the breeze quickly turned into a violent Gale.

Ning Rongrong's face showed a flash of panic; she felt her meridians about to explode.

Xiao Xian had prepared beforehand, lightly patting her shoulder.

The soul power activation effect vanished abruptly, and the soul power in her arm steadied.

"Don't rush, take it slow." Xiao Xian glanced at her, and his palm again glowed with a hint of purple.

Ning Rongrong just exhaled, and upon seeing the purple hue, her heart lifted instantly, her face full of tension: "No way, Xiao Xian! It can't be that every time you have to…"

Xiao Xian gave no reply, his palm brushed swiftly.

Without the expected intense pain, Ning Rongrong only felt a slight numbness in her left arm.

"That's enough, let's continue."

"……"

A little less than half an hour later.

Ning Rongrong excitedly lifted the tent flap and ran out, shouting, "Xiao Wu! Zhu Qing!"

Leaping from the rooftop, she rushed toward Xiao Wu and grabbed her tightly.

"Hahaha! Xiao Wu! I can also create a Self-Created Soul Technique now!"

"From today onward…"

Ning Rongrong jumped up excitedly.

"Uh…"

On the playground, the other trainees looked at each other in bewilderment; for a moment they couldn't accept that the usually sweet and cute Ning Rongrong had actually swore?

Inside the tent.

Xiao Xian, somewhat helpless, took a towel from the Soul Guide Device, poured some water, and wiped his cheek.

Then he lifted the tent curtain and leapt down.

……