"Scram!" The two of them almost spoke in unison.
Even Wukong's gaze started to look more and more disdainful. Zhu Zhuqing even revealed a trace of contempt and scorn…
"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Wukong asked earnestly from the depths of his heart.
Ah, being a man is hard—no matter what I do, it's always my fault.
"Well, I can't fuse this soul bone either, but it feels like such a waste to just throw it away…" Wukong stared at the soul bone in his hands.
Throwing it away would indeed be a pity, but what else could he do?
The two ladies clearly didn't like it. Wukong was helpless. Honestly, if it weren't for the Saiyan bloodline holding him back, he really would have tried to fuse it.
"Don't you even look at what kind of soul bone this is? Us girls can't use it at all, okay?" Ning Rongrong said, exasperated.
But then her cute round face slowly shifted from helplessness to a mischievous grin.
She gave Zhu Zhuqing a strange look that made her feel uneasy all over.
"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" Zhu Zhuqing, unable to endure Ning Rongrong's gaze, suddenly tapped her on the head.
Ning Rongrong froze for a moment. Did she really not know, or was she pretending not to?
"You see, this soul bone is from that tiger-type soul beast, and we girls can't fuse it. Imagine if he fused it…" Ning Rongrong pointed at Wukong with her finger, her mischievous smile never fading.
"So you mean…"
"Ah!"
A cry of pain rang out.
It turned out that Wukong and Zhu Zhuqing had simultaneously tapped Ning Rongrong's little head.
Ning Rongrong grimaced in pain, eyes welling slightly with tears. She had used too much strength earlier.
But hey, who asked you to talk too much?
"You asking me to fuse this soul bone is an insult. Don't you understand?" Wukong said righteously.
"My body is already this strong—why would I need external assistance? Who are you looking down on…" Wukong turned his head aside and pouted.
This made Ning Rongrong stop crying and instead burst into laughter, occasionally patting Zhu Zhuqing on the back.
"Zhuqing, your endurance is really strong! Hahahahaha, I'm dying laughing!"
Zhu Zhuqing's delicate face flushed even deeper from being teased.
Fuming, she wanted to bite Wukong right then and there. What was he saying?
Flirting around when it was just the two of them was one thing, but now he had to make others witness it…
Seeing Ning Rongrong still laughing, Zhu Zhuqing quickly covered her mouth and glared at Wukong with a fierce expression. Gritting her teeth, she warned, "If you dare talk nonsense here again, I'll scratch you to death tonight!"
Upon hearing this, Wukong immediately softened, quickly conceding: "Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore, I won't, I was wrong…"
It wasn't fear—Wukong had never been afraid of Zhu Zhuqing. He just felt a little lonely sleeping alone at night.
If this girl insisted on sleeping on the bed while he had to sleep on the floor, it would be miserable.
Better to concede when necessary—not out of fear, but out of respect!
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing still a bit annoyed, Wukong proposed teaching Ning Rongrong the Dance in the Air Technique.
Once Ning Rongrong mastered it, she would have an extra means of self-protection and could correctly harness the energy within her body.
The group returned to the edge of the lake…
"Dance in the Air Technique? Is that the kind where you can just fly around in the sky?" Ning Rongrong asked excitedly.
She had been craving this ability for a long time—being able to fly freely in the sky would be amazing. Non-flight-type Douluo could only stay airborne for a short time.
But from what she saw of Wukong and the others, it seemed as long as the soul power wasn't exhausted, one could hover indefinitely.
Once back, she could show off to Ning Fengzhi. If he got impressed, maybe he'd even reward her with some treasures.
This was exactly Wukong's thinking. This faction was too important—he didn't want the Martial Soul Hall, since it wasn't his own creation.
He wanted his own faction. What he lacked most right now was money, and weapons in the Douluo Continent were underdeveloped. Why bother with knives or spears? A soul-power-conjured shovel was better.
"Yes, the Dance in the Air Technique works by concentrating your Qi energy in the dantian, then slowly dispersing it downward, forming an upward cyclone that makes you float," Wukong explained seriously to Ning Rongrong. He had initially planned for Zhu Zhuqing to teach her, but doubted she would.
This wasn't an exaggeration—some were good at learning but didn't know how to teach others, especially like he could.
"Of course, the first step is to master controlling your Qi…" Wukong sat cross-legged, and Ning Rongrong mirrored him.
Zhu Zhuqing, meanwhile, practiced another method to refine her own Qi, learning to control her energy better.
"Relax your whole body. Don't be tense. If you're too tense, your Qi will be disrupted."
"Mm-hmm!" Ning Rongrong nodded with a smile.
"Feel the energy flowing through your body. You'll discover a unique current, which you can guide out along the meridians in your hands…"
As Ning Rongrong focused intently, a small golden bead appeared in Wukong's palm—an energy sphere formed by Qi.
"Wow, so amazing!" Ning Rongrong was visibly astonished by the power of Qi.
"If it were soul power, without extremely fine control, it would dissipate the moment it left the body. But why can this stay?" Ning Rongrong shook her head in confusion. Wukong had achieved things many advanced soul masters couldn't.
"Qi is different from soul power. It's internal energy—like sweat. It can briefly remain in the air," Wukong explained.
"For example, now that I have some insight into Qi, I don't need to look at an opponent's soul rings. I can judge their soul power and combat state directly, even detect weaknesses." Wukong rubbed his nose, enjoying explaining it.
Finally, he understood why villains in his past life always acted randomly—it really was fun.
Of course, discovering weaknesses was a bit of Wukong bragging. If he really could, he'd attack them constantly.
"What!" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened. She never expected Wukong to be this strong.
Alas, yet another innocent girl had been amazed.
"Not needing to check their soul rings, yet detecting their level and combat status—this Qi is incredible!" Ning Rongrong's heart raced with excitement. She couldn't wait to show off in front of Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong.
With this power, it was like finding a treasure!
With it, she could command the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect like she pleased—wind, rain, nobody could stop her!
At this thought, Ning Rongrong was genuinely grateful to Wukong. Something in her heart seemed to be budding.
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