Chapter 212: Ning Rongrong, I Am Bibi Dong's Daughter!
"Yu Xiaogang, watch your status!" Ning Fengzhi's face turned cold, his eyes like blades exuding intense killing intent. "I'll say it again—Dong'er died at the hands of a soul beast twenty-three years ago! The Upper Three Sects share a bond like branches of the same tree. If you don't want your reputation ruined and the alliance between our sects broken, then watch your mouth!"
Ning Fengzhi's killing intent wasn't particularly frightening by itself, as he was an auxiliary-type soul master who rarely killed personally. But Bone Douluo, a titled Douluo, possessed spiritual power that had accumulated a chilling murderous aura after taking countless lives. Yu Xiaogang felt his head splitting with pain, his whole body as if pierced by invisible cold needles.
Yu Xiaogang clutched his head with one hand while the other was clenched tightly into a fist, his eyes full of twisted anger. From Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's expressions and words, he slowly pieced together what had happened to Bibi Dong. The fury in his chest was like a dormant volcano building pressure—lava accumulating but unable to erupt.
That struggling look in his eyes gradually gave way to helplessness and inferiority. The fist he had tightly clenched slowly loosened.
In Yu Xiaogang's life, the only things he valued were his reputation and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Ning Fengzhi's words had struck right at his core.
Ning Fengzhi's insight was far beyond the ordinary. During the time Yu Xiaogang stayed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, he had studied and developed the "Nine Core Competencies of Martial Souls"—Ning Fengzhi understood perfectly well what kind of man Yu Xiaogang really was.
"Chen'er, Rongrong, come in."
Ning Fengzhi walked toward the tent behind him. Gu Chen's face was filled with complexity, confusion, and anger. After a moment of silence, he followed.
"Rongrong, what are you standing there for? Come!"
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's low shout, Ning Rongrong—still in self-denial and questioning everything—snapped out of it and followed weakly, her legs trembling.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Gu Chen, and Ning Rongrong enter the tent, Flender, Yu Xiaogang, Oscar, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others remained in a heavy silence. If Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing had not been reincarnated, they might not have understood what was happening. But as reborn individuals, they had learned Bibi Dong's tragic story during the final battle at Jialing Pass. Now with Yu Xiaogang speaking so plainly, how could they not guess what had transpired?
Bibi Dong's life was even more miserable than before their rebirth!
Oscar could hardly believe it. In his memory, Ning Fengzhi had been a righteous, noble, and gentle man—a refined gentleman of great talent, the kindest soul on the continent. How could such a man have done something so dark?
"Father, what on earth is going on?"
Qian Renchuan couldn't help but ask. Though he had his suspicions, he still didn't want to believe the phrase "birds of a feather."
"The price of a gifted traitor crossing paths with a ruthless ruler. The rest... let Bing'er explain."
Qian Xunji glanced at the silent Shui Bing'er. He knew this girl had figured out the truth already—Yu Xiaogang's words had been far too revealing. A female-led sect, a genius groomed by the clan... if she couldn't guess it, she'd be a fool.
As soon as they entered the tent, Bone Douluo sent a sound transmission: "Fengzhi, shall I kill Yu Xiaogang? Leave no trace. Even if Yu Yuanzhen suspects something, he'll never find proof."
Ning Fengzhi gently shook his head. "Killing that worthless man has no value. Uncle Bone, you know Qian Xunji is fully aware of Bibi Dong's twin spirits—Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. If even Yu Xiaogang could deduce it, do you think Qian Xunji couldn't? And besides, you saw it—he was right there just now."
Bone Douluo sighed. "It's all because Chen'er revealed the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor."
"No, this has nothing to do with Chen'er. That martial soul would have come to light eventually—it was only a matter of time."
After this brief discussion, Bone Douluo quietly released his soul power, creating a barrier to block anyone from eavesdropping with spiritual power.
Of course, this barrier meant nothing to someone like Qian Xunji, but he had no intention of wasting time eavesdropping on these people.
Ning Fengzhi turned toward Gu Chen and Ning Rongrong, who both looked uncertain and uneasy. His expression was no longer gentle but extremely serious.
"Chen'er, Rongrong, it's time you learned the truth. The two of you are half-siblings. Your mother's name... is Bibi Dong."
Ning Rongrong's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment. She was really the daughter of that madwoman who had nearly destroyed the continent? How could the world's storyline have shifted so drastically?
"Father—Uncle Ning! What exactly did you do to my mother!?"
Gu Chen could no longer suppress his inner rage. He questioned them fiercely. From a young age, Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo had told him his mother died in childbirth, sacrificing herself to save him. Years of manipulation made him honor her memory and feel guilty for her death.
Now it turned out to be a complete lie. For nineteen years, he had been kneeling and offering tributes at the grave of someone he didn't even know. How could he possibly accept this?
Bone Douluo closed his eyes and shook his head. "Chen'er, Bibi Dong is not your mother. She's unworthy of being a mother—unworthy of even being human."
"She was a parasite in our sect. A heartless, ungrateful creature. Your so-called loving mother—when you were just born, she tried to kill you without hesitation."
Ning Fengzhi slowly began to explain everything. Forty-eight years ago, the previous sect leader Ning Zhiping spent five billion gold soul coins, three luxurious commercial streets, and a mental control technique to buy Bibi Dong from Qian Xunji. She was immediately adopted as a foster daughter and became the beloved princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
After Ning Fengzhi took over as clan leader and recruited Sword and Bone Douluo, Bibi Dong's position did not weaken—instead, she was pampered more than ever.
At this point, Bone Douluo chuckled, teasingly looking at Ning Fengzhi. "Back then, you were still chasing Bibi Dong. Uncle and that wicked old woman witnessed quite a few of your most... memorable moments."
"Let's not bring up old tales, Uncle Bone."
Ning Fengzhi coughed lightly, his face reddening at the memory of his shameless pursuit of her. But he quickly composed himself and continued explaining everything to Gu Chen and Ning Rongrong.
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