Chapter 11

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer; she was hesitating.

She hesitated over whether to forgive Dai Mubai.

Blinking, Zhu Zhuqing's mind flashed with the scene of Dai Mubai bringing twin sisters into a hotel.

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong shouted: "I am the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect's sect leader; holding a hundred-thousand-year soul beast is useless for you and may even bring disaster upon yourselves. If you help me capture them alive, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect will surely reward you handsomely."

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

They never expected that among the group from Shrek Academy, there would actually be a princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect.

This made those who originally harbored ulterior motives instantly make up their minds.

What Ning Rongrong just said was correct: a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone cannot be absorbed by ordinary people; possessing them will only invite disaster.

Now it would be better to sell a favor to the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect.

The middle-aged man listened, stunned.

He had originally been thinking that his strength was the greatest, giving him the highest chance to capture a hundred-thousand-year soul beast; how did a sect leader's daughter from the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect suddenly appear?

Bai Yu snorted coldly: "Sect leader's daughter? Such grand airs—when the chance comes, you will surely die!"

Ning Rongrong's expression shifted slightly; capturing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast alive is best, while a dead one's value would be greatly reduced.

Given the strength these two just displayed, if we really had to capture them alive, it's truly possible to fight our way to her.

The middle-aged man also snorted coldly: "With just you lot, you think you can harm the young sect master? Do you take me for air?"

Ning Rongrong let out a breath.

With a Soul King present, although his soul ring configuration is trash, against two hundred-thousand-year soul beasts equivalent to a four-ring Soul Ancestor, protecting her completely is still easy.

Bai Yuan's expression grew solemn; he wasn't afraid of the Soul King.

After all, even with a Soul King, they couldn't be held back; what he worried about was Zhao Wují, who still hadn't shown up.

At that moment, another voice, somewhat weak but discordant, suddenly rang out: "I am the Prince of the Star Luo Empire; if you help me capture them alive, the Star Luo imperial family will surely reward you handsomely."

Everyone present except Bai Yuan was stunned.

Especially the crowd from Verdant Splendor Academy never expected that the kids who provoked them would have such a powerful backing.

Immediately everyone turned their gaze to the middle-aged man, after all he was the highest level present, the person both sides wanted to win over—mainly him.

The middle-aged man was also at his wit's end.

Before the two colossal powers of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Star Luo Empire, this Soul King of his was like an ant, and he could not afford to offend either side.

Ning Rongrong's cold laugh rang out in the hall: "Heh! I remember now—you're the coward who didn't dare contend for the throne and chose to flee!"

Everyone was stunned again.

They seemed to have caught wind of a major scandal.

After all, ordinary Soul Masters could obtain news from the Star Luo royal family.

Moreover, from Dai Mubai's grim expression it was clear that Ning Rongrong was not lying.

The middle-aged man immediately leaned more toward Ning Rongrong's side.

After all, helping a coward who didn't even dare to vie for the throne would be useless.

Bai Yu also stared blankly; she glanced at Bai Yuan and blinked, her wine-red eyes full of confusion.

It looked as though, before they even began fighting, they were already at each other's throats—truly strange.

Bai Yuan smiled without speaking, but his hands behind him kept forming seals; the spiritual power within his body surged out from his feet into the ground, vanishing without a trace.

Ning Rongrong currently hasn't joined the Shrek group, but even if she had, as long as they hadn't lived together for long, encountering a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast that had undergone reforging would still cause them to turn against each other.

Dai Mubai said with a cold face: "That's because I'm still young."

Ning Rongrong sneered: "You're still young? That's just an excuse; someone like you is destined to be a loser,"

Dai Mubai flared with anger, but he didn't argue; instead he looked at the middle-aged man beside him and said: "You choose for yourself! Choosing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will at most get you some money; your martial soul talent and Soul Ring combination are set like that, making progress in this lifetime."

But if you help me, once Zhu Zhuqing and I obtain a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring and soul bone, we will have a ninety percent chance of victory; then you will enjoy the rewards of aiding the dragon—riches, honor, wealth, and status, everything you could desire.

Ning Rongrong's expression tightened; Dai Mubai was right—given the middle-aged man's talent, his achievements as a Soul Master would likely stop here in this lifetime.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, aside from giving money, would at most offer some protection and a position within the sect.

But how could a position within the sect compare to the merit of aiding an emperor of an empire?

Ning Rongrong then scoffed: "Dai Mubai, you are truly a complete waste; even possessing a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring and soul bone, you still lack a sure chance of victory."

Ning Rongrong then turned to the middle-aged man and said: "Let me put this straight: if you help me, he will never become emperor; but if you help him, I will still be the daughter of the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

This time it was the middle-aged man's turn to change expression.

The meaning of Ning Rongrong's words is simple: Dai Mubai will not become emperor, and under the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect he will face no danger.

But if he helps Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong is fully capable of retaliating; perhaps before Dai Mubai even makes it back to the Star Luo Empire, he'll be dead.

Dai Mubai's eyes hardened as he said: "Ning Rongrong, others may fear your status, but I do not! Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!"

Ning Rongrong sneered contemptuously: "If I die, everyone here will suffer; do you think they'd let you kill me?"

Many Soul Masters in the hall broke out in a cold sweat, for if Dai Mubai really made a move, they could only grit their teeth and face it.

Dai Mubai also sneered: "With just them, they think they can stop our martial soul fusion skill, the Netherworld White Tiger?"

Ning Rongrong was startled.

She had actually forgotten the Star Luo royal family's ultimate technique.

If Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing unleash it, that Soul King might not be able to block it; even if he could, he might not be able to fully protect her.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The middle-aged man also dared not make a hasty choice.

As for the remaining Shrek Five Monsters, they had already unhesitatingly stood beside Dai Mubai, which made Ning Rongrong extremely anxious, and she resolved to pull the Soul King to her side.

Suddenly, a round of applause sounded.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that male "reforged ten-thousand-year Soul Beast" gazing at them with eyes full of contempt.

"You guys are really interesting—you haven't even started fighting and you're already arguing over the spoils, almost coming to blows."

Ning Rongrong raised her eyebrows and snapped angrily: "Our human affairs—do you, a beast, need to butt in?"

Bai Yu stared, her eyes blazing with anger.

Ning Rongrong's words not only humiliated her master, but also looked down on her, effectively berating her.

Bai Yuan smiled, seemingly unconcerned, and said: "How about this: you split into two sides and fight; whoever wins, we'll follow them. What do you think?"

(End of chapter)