"That's right." Ning Yun nodded solemnly. "So I also suspect it's likely related to Sea God Island."
He couldn't help but suspect!
The Martial Soul Hall had Qian Renxue, a freak of nature, and their own clan had Rongrong, an unscientific auxiliary soul master. The Clear Sky Clan had Tang San, who was already close to Soul Sage at a young age.
So, it wasn't unreasonable for Sea God Island, backed by the Sea God, to have an even younger, stronger girl!
A Title Douluo in her teens...
Sigh, Ning Yun suddenly felt old.
He was in his prime at twenty-something, yet he felt left so far behind he couldn't even see the taillights of the carriage.
"Hold on, let me get this straight." Ning Rongrong's eyelid twitched.
"You're saying a blue-haired girl who looks about ten years old calls a woman in her thirties 'Mother.'"
"And Wang Quan Fugui sensed soul power fluctuations from the blue-haired girl around level 95?"
"But the older woman showed no soul power fluctuations—is that what you mean?"
"Yes, definitely not below level 93. Those are Wang Quan Fugui's exact words."
Ning Yun nodded seriously.
A blue-haired woman, disguised—could it be Bo Saixi?
The girl, Bo Saixi's daughter?
"Uh..."
This was getting more ridiculous.
"Do you know their names?"
They might not be real names, but they could offer some clues. Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Yun.
"The woman who brought the soul bones was surnamed Lan. As for the somewhat eccentric girl, I remember the woman called her Lan Fozi. It feels like a boy's name."
"Pfft—"
Ning Rongrong, sipping water to calm her shock, spat it out from her throat.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Ning Rongrong coughed several times. "You—you're sure it's Lan Fozi, not some Zi Fozi, Hei Fozi, or another name?"
Damn!
The young sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, blocked by soul beasts at her doorstep.
What do I do? Online, waiting, urgent!
Lan Fozi.
The daughter of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress.
The "tomboy" from Dragon King Legend who fell for the Silver Dragon King Gu Yue Na at first sight?
Isn't it still twenty or thirty thousand years until the time of Dragon King Legend?
Why are you all popping up one by one like this?
As for why their soul beast forms weren't detected.
Please, not every soul beast is as naive as the Soft Bone Rabbit or those two silly ones, delivering soul bones and rings to the human world without preparation.
"What a headache! How could it be them?"
Ning Rongrong clutched her forehead, unconsciously setting down the teacup in her other hand.
Ning Yun, sprayed in the face by Ning Rongrong, took a towel from his soul tool to wipe his damp cheeks, saying helplessly, "Rongrong, doesn't Father always tell you to be more ladylike?"
"All this fussing—Father might think you can't handle the responsibility of leading the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. You need to stay calm even with a knife at your throat."
"Stop, stop, stop. Don't use that cat-girl-loving Ning-surnamed sect leader to pressure me." Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. "He's the sect leader now. His ideas go in one ear and out the other."
"The cat-girl-loving Ning someone..."
Ning Yun's mouth twitched, wisely dropping the topic. "Rongrong, do you know the two who came to the Nine Treasure Commerce Guild?"
"I could tell you, but I'm afraid your hands would shake." Ning Rongrong sighed.
"No way! I'm the eldest son of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the man who'll conquer the seas." Ning Yun pressed on.
Ning Rongrong: "..."
As expected, people living by the sea were bold. Even Ning Yun had been infected.
"If you promise not to tell anyone and keep your expression neutral, I can tell you their identities."
Ning Rongrong hesitated for a long time but decided it was better to inform Ning Yun.
After all, he was in charge here.
Some things needed his handling, and she couldn't always be watching.
"Of course! My mouth isn't like Ning Tian's megaphone. I'm tight-lipped!" Ning Yun patted his chest, honestly growing more curious about the mother and daughter.
They could produce a soul bone over seventy thousand years old, and the daughter was a Title Douluo.
Hiss—
No matter what, they had to be handled carefully.
"Sigh, the blue-haired woman probably altered her appearance so you wouldn't recognize her."
"But it's most likely her," Ning Rongrong sighed.
"Who is it?" Ning Yun asked curiously.
"The wife of the nine-hundred-ninety-thousand-year Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, a soul beast of about five hundred ninety thousand years."
"In other words, the humanoid soul beast we encountered before."
"What?" Ning Yun shuddered. "Soul... soul beasts!?"
"Yeah!"
"The girl called Lan Fozi is the daughter of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King and the Demon Empress."
"It was that soul beast from a while back?" Cold sweat beaded on Ning Yun's forehead.
So, he had sat with a soul beast of at least a hundred thousand years and another over five hundred thousand years, discussing how to auction a soul bone.
Turns out, Ning Yun was so badass he could chat casually with soul beasts capable of producing red soul rings.
"Rongrong, this is way beyond our paygrade." It took Ning Yun several minutes to recover. "We need to tell Father. We can't handle this here."
"Let's see what happens tomorrow," Ning Rongrong mused. "Didn't the Demon Empress say she'd come back tomorrow to discuss the soul bone's valuation?"
Ning Yun had told Ning Rongrong that the soul bone's value was uncertain, so they asked her to return tomorrow.
But the Demon Empress's trust in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—or perhaps her arrogance in her strength—was such that she left the soul bone here without worrying about it being stolen.
"Rongrong, are you really going to meet them?" Ning Yun's tone carried worry.
"They're already here. Am I supposed to avoid them?" Ning Rongrong shrugged. "Besides, she probably doesn't think we know their identities."
"Speaking of which, didn't Wang Quan Fugui notice they were hundred-thousand-year soul beasts?" Ning Rongrong felt she might be asking too much. If he had noticed, he would've said so by now.
"No." Ning Yun shook his head. "If he had, he would've told me."
"Heh, makes sense." Ning Rongrong smiled. "If they can boldly walk into Vast Sea City, it'd be too embarrassing if a Soul Douluo or Title Douluo could easily see through them."
Even Qian Renxue had something to hide from Title Douluo detection, let alone soul beasts nearly as strong as gods, comparable to Limit Douluo!
Xiao Wu and Da Ming were just gatekeepers.
If they couldn't do it, that didn't mean other soul beasts couldn't.
In the Douluo series, didn't those ferocious beasts later waltz into Shrek Academy?
Like Bi Ji, for example.
"Rongrong, what's your plan for tomorrow?"
Ning Yun was still worried. Unlike Ning Rongrong, he remembered that just days ago, she had clashed with the Demon Empress at sea. Who knew if a fight wouldn't break out tomorrow?
"Deal with whatever comes, and the ship will find its way when it reaches the bridge."
Ning Rongrong clenched her fist, her voice firm and resolute.
"Don't worry. If you accidentally die, I'll avenge you."
"Even if I can't now, I'll have plenty of time later. I'll visit your grave every holiday."
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Ning Yun's eyelid twitched as he glared at Ning Rongrong. "Your big brother isn't dead yet! No need for your offerings."