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Feng Xiao's hand gradually became restless, his fingertips subtly caressing Qian Renxue's slender waist.
The warm touch, transmitted through her thin clothing, made Qian Renxue's breathing hitch.
Her golden eyes shimmered with moisture, and her jade-like cheeks were already flushed.
Feeling the mischievous hand becoming increasingly bold, she finally pushed him away in embarrassment and anger.
Feng Xiao stumbled back two steps from the push, but his smile grew even brighter.
Under the moonlight, Qian Renxue, her face red, adjusted her disheveled clothes, while the phantom of a Seraphim behind her flapped uneasily, unable to conceal her hurried breathing.
"I think you want to be kicked out again." She forced herself to glare at Feng Xiao, a wisp of holy light condensing on her fingertips.
But her flushed ear tips and slightly trembling voice rendered the threat completely ineffective.
Feng Xiao, understanding, raised his hands in surrender, his eyes brimming with a triumphant smile.
The night wind brushed past, ruffling her golden hair, yet unable to dispel the amorous atmosphere.
Qian Renxue somewhat composed herself and made to send a message: "I'll inform the palace now and have them find a suitable candidate."
"No rush." Feng Xiao gently pressed her wrist, saying softly, "Now is precisely when their feelings are most delicate."
A thoughtful glint flickered in his eyes, "Given Oscar's personality, he likely won't stay in Heaven Dou City much longer.
If a woman were to suddenly appear and intentionally approach him, it would easily arouse Ning Fengzhi's suspicion."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly at his words, a hint of surprise flashing in her golden eyes: "You think he'll leave Heaven Dou?"
She looked thoughtfully in the direction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, "A support system Spirit Master alone outside…"
Feng Xiao nodded gently, his fingertips unconsciously playing with her hair: "Precisely because he is a smart person, he will choose to leave."
A complex emotion flickered in his eyes, "Sometimes, a temporary separation is for a better reunion."
A hint of reminiscence flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes, and he said softly, "When I first arrived in Heaven Dou City, Xue'er, do you know what my deepest feeling was?"
Qian Renxue looked at him puzzled, her golden eyes reflecting the moonlight.
"This incredibly prosperous imperial city was not a place I should have come to." Feng Xiao's fingertips gently traced the vines on the courtyard wall, "If not for Manager Ning's letter of recommendation from Moon Pavilion, I probably would have left long ago."
He turned to look at Qian Renxue, a faint smile on his lips, "I remember telling Lady Yue Hua—even if I came from humble origins, I understood that in this Heaven Dou City, proper conduct is often more important than the number of spirit rings.
On the chessboard of nobles, a piece that doesn't understand the rules is destined to be removed."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly, her twenty years of undercover life giving her a deep appreciation for this.
When she first entered Heaven Dou back then, she also started by learning the most basic noble etiquette to flawlessly play the role of Xue Qinghe.
"However," Feng Xiao changed the subject, "even if Oscar, this support system Spirit Master, leaves Heaven Dou, Ning Fengzhi will definitely send people to secretly keep an eye on him."
A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, "But that's precisely the effect we want, isn't it?"
A sharp glint flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes; the 'generous' Spirit Saint in the original novel who gave up a Spirit Bone was inherently suspicious.
One must know that it was a Spirit Beast capable of becoming Oscar's sixth spirit ring, and according to the optimal ratio, it would be at least a top-grade one over twenty thousand years old.
Indeed, such a Spirit Bone is a treasure to any Spirit Master, so how could a support system Spirit Master possibly be allocated one in a team?
Feng Xiao didn't believe Oscar's charisma was so great that a Spirit Saint powerhouse would willingly give up a top-grade Spirit Bone.
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered at his words, her golden pupils slightly contracting: "You mean to send someone to attack Ning Fengzhi's informants, and then have that woman 'coincidentally' save Oscar?"
Feng Xiao's lips curved into an amused arc: "The trope of a hero saving the beauty is cliché precisely because…" His fingertips gently rubbed his chin, "it's so effective.
When too many people use it, it naturally becomes a cliché."
Under the moonlight, the two smiled at each other.
However, a hidden sharpness gleamed in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes: "In that case, this play must be performed convincingly."
Feng Xiao nodded knowingly: "To make him believe it without a doubt, the weight of this life-saving grace must be heavily invested."
"What about Ning Rongrong?" Qian Renxue tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes shimmering with inquisitive light under the moonlight.
Feng Xiao gently shook his head, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the jade pendant at his waist: "No need to do anything intentionally.
If we rashly intervene, it will easily arouse Ning Fengzhi's suspicion."
A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, "As long as Oscar leaves, Ning Rongrong will naturally be greatly affected.
After a long time, their contact will break off…"
"Ning Fengzhi, that old fox, will naturally come knocking on his own accord." Qian Renxue picked up the thread, a knowing curve on her lips.
She suddenly reached out and pinched Feng Xiao's cheek, a playful glint in her eyes: "I really suspect now, back when you were playing the guqin all day in the academy…" Her fingertips pressed slightly, "were you just plotting all these schemes in your head?"
Feng Xiao took the opportunity to grasp her wrist and pull her into his embrace: "How could that be?"
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "All I was thinking about then was…" Before he could finish, Qian Renxue pushed him away with an elbow.
Feng Xiao couldn't help but chuckle at her words, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
He couldn't very well admit that he had read Douluo Continent, could he?
"Sweet talk, I don't believe it." Qian Renxue, her face flushed, tidied her disheveled sleeves, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
Feng Xiao raised his right hand, making a solemn gesture: "Heaven and earth as my witness, when I was cultivating in the academy, I yearned to see Xue'er every day."
His eyes were full of a smile, but his tone was exceptionally sincere.
Qian Renxue snorted lightly, her golden beautiful eyes glancing sideways at him: "I think you were just coveting the cultivation speed when you cultivated with me, weren't you?"
Her slender finger lightly poked Feng Xiao's chest, "And… my true form?"
Feng Xiao took the opportunity to grasp her mischievous finger, smiling shamelessly: "Isn't that still thinking about you?"
His voice deepened a bit, feigning grievance, "If it wasn't for my Xue'er, why would I bother spending all this effort plotting against others…"
Qian Renxue pouted, her golden eyes filled with a scolding look: "I think you act so proper all day, where's the slightest bit of a fourteen-year-old boy left in you?
And now, you're even blaming all this on me."
Her slender finger poked Feng Xiao's chest, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry she herself didn't notice.
Feng Xiao took the opportunity to grasp her mischievous finger, the smile in his eyes deepening: "Now Xue'er and I are bound by life and death."
He gently caressed her fingertips, "Since I've entered this game, how could I, Feng Xiao, be the one to suffer a loss?"
"Stop your glib talk!" Qian Renxue pulled her hand back, her skirt fluttering as she turned, "Hurry up and cultivate, we've wasted enough time."
She stood with her back to Feng Xiao, her silhouette stretching out under the moonlight, yet unable to hide her slightly flushed ear tips.
Under the moonlight, their shadows intertwined.
Feng Xiao leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Besides," his warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe, "plotting against people isn't as interesting as plotting against our Young Master…"
"Feng Xiao!" Qian Renxue angrily summoned the Angelic Sacred Sword, but upon meeting his smiling eyes, her imposing aura unconsciously weakened.
This scoundrel could always easily break through all her defenses.
The spirit power in the Ni Tai Training Field began to flow slowly, blue and gold intertwining.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes to concentrate, but for some reason, she felt that tonight's cultivation seemed more unsettling than usual.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Ning Rongrong had been back at the Sect for three days now.
The young girl's slender fingers unconsciously caressed the glazed decorations on the window frame; her usually vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless.
She watched the disciples coming and going within the Sect, but she could never find that familiar figure.
"How should I tell him…" Ning Rongrong murmured softly, her fingertip tracing a faint mark on the windowsill.
The rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were like an invisible shackles, leaving her at a loss as to how to approach Oscar.
In the main deliberation hall.
Ning Fengzhi was poring over Sect affairs, his quill pen shimmering with a rainbow glow under the lamp.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly looked up, his gentle voice carrying a hint of fatigue: "How has the young lady been these past few days?"
The attendant disciple hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Reporting to Sect Master, the young lady has been confined to her chambers for three days without coming out."
He carefully observed the Sect Master's expression, "Every day she just leans by the window, gazing into the distance, as if contemplating some important matter."
Ning Fengzhi's pen paused slightly, a trace of heartache flickering in his eyes.
As a father, how could he not know his daughter's thoughts?
Her increasingly thin figure, her distracted demeanor, all indicated her worry for that young Spirit Master.
Ning Fengzhi's fingertips tapped lightly on the table: "How has Oscar been recently?"
The attendant disciple bowed and reported: "Reporting to Sect Master, that food system Spirit Master spends almost every day in the Sect's Ni Tai Training Field."
He paused, then added, "From dawn till dusk, he cultivates extremely diligently.
Sometimes, the Elders even have to urge him to take a short break."
Ning Fengzhi listened to the disciple's report on Oscar's recent cultivation progress.
He looked out the window, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes.
"About to break through to Spirit Ancestor at sixteen…" he muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the scepter in his hand.
As a food system Spirit Master, such a cultivation speed was already an extremely rare existence, difficult to find a second person on the entire Douluo Continent.
But then, a hint of bitterness surfaced in his heart.
Ning Fengzhi slowly walked to the window, looking at the brightly lit Ni Tai Training Field in the distance.
Even with extraordinary talent, what good was it?
A support system Spirit Master was ultimately a support system Spirit Master.
In this Spirit Master's World where the strong prey on the weak, without the protection of a battle Spirit Master, how could a support system alone uphold the reputation of the number one support Sect in the World?
The moonlight fell on his slightly weary face, reflecting the deep worry between his brows.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's legacy, passed down to this day, has never relied solely on auxiliary abilities, but rather on the powerful protection brought by continuously cultivating and absorbing battle Spirit Masters.
The combination of battle Spirit Masters and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, a rule that has existed since the Sect's founding, how could it be broken by a genius food system Spirit Master?
"I understand, you may leave." He sighed lightly, waving his hand to dismiss the disciple.
After the hall door closed, Ning Fengzhi got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of Ning Rongrong's residence.
Under the moonlight, the exquisite pavilion was heartbreakingly quiet.
"What a pity…" Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, his robes stirring a gentle breeze as he turned.
The Sect roster on the table was flipped open by the wind, revealing the names of eligible young people from various prominent families.
His fingertips lightly traced the names, finally stopping at Feng Xiao's.
"Rongrong…" he murmured softly.
As the Sect Master, he had to consider the future of the Sect; but as a father, watching his daughter grow increasingly gaunt, how could his heart not ache?
The night wind blew, rustling his luxurious robes.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the lonely moon in the sky, and for the first time, he wavered in his adherence to the Sect's rules.
But as soon as the thought arose, it was suppressed by reason—the legacy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could not afford the slightest mishap.
As night deepened, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School gradually fell silent.
Ning Rongrong was leaning by the window, lost in thought, her fingertips unconsciously twirling her hair.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The sudden light knocking made Ning Rongrong tremble.
She stood up alertly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda faintly appearing in her palm: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Rongrong." Oscar's familiar voice came from outside the window, carrying a hint of the night dew's coolness.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, withdrew her Spirit, and a determined light flashed in her eyes.
She clutched her skirt tightly—it was time, she couldn't put it off any longer.
Better a quick pain than a prolonged one; continuing to hide it would only cause Oscar more suffering in the future.
"Come in." She finally opened the carved door.
Oscar stepped into this familiar pink World.
Ning Rongrong's boudoir exuded a young girl's charming innocence everywhere—pink curtains, a bed piled with dolls, a dressing table laden with jewelry boxes.
This wasn't his first time here, but every time he stepped into this private space, his heart would still pound uncontrollably.
"Rongrong, what are you doing?" Oscar gently closed the door, his voice as soft as water.
Ning Rongrong turned and walked further into the room, her peripheral vision involuntarily assessing the young man behind her.
The Oscar of today was no longer the slovenly figure he once was—the stubble on his chin was cleanly shaved, his soft brown hair was neatly combed back, and a light golden Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School uniform made his figure appear even more slender.
Most striking were his peach blossom eyes, with long, dense eyelashes, and a gaze that flowed so captivatingly that even girls would feel inferior, making Ning Rongrong afraid to look directly at him.
Oscar quickly stepped forward, taking a wax paper packet from his embrace and placing it on the dressing table: "I saw your light still on as I passed by…" His voice held concern, "Why aren't you resting so late?"
Ning Rongrong stood with her back to him, her fingers unconsciously twisting her skirt: "I… I'm just about to go to sleep."
Her voice was a little tight, her gaze falling on the steaming pastries in the packet—they were her favorite.
"You can't stay up so late all the time from now on." Oscar said, deliberately using a light tone, his eyes holding a gentle smile, "It's not good for your health, and besides…" He intentionally drew out his words, "staying up late can make you age quickly."
Ning Rongrong turned sharply at his words: "I'm only fourteen, how am I old?"
She pouted in retort, her voice carrying a long-lost hint of coquetry.
Oscar was stunned.
He hadn't heard such a tone from Ning Rongrong in a long time.
A hint of worry flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and he asked softly, "Rongrong, are you… in a bad mood today?"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Ning Rongrong clutched her skirt tightly; the courage she had mustered vanished the moment she saw Oscar.
The words she had prepared were now stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.
Seeing her silence, Oscar sighed lightly: "Then I'll go back first."
He pointed to the wax paper packet on the table, "These pastries are easy to digest, eat them before you sleep."
He raised his hand, instinctively wanting to caress Ning Rongrong's soft long hair, but stopped mid-air.
He finally just gave her a deep look, then turned and walked towards the door.
The moonlight stretched his shadow long, casting it on Ning Rongrong's pink carpet, making him appear especially lonely.
Just as he was about to step over the threshold, Ning Rongrong suddenly spoke: "Wait!" Her voice trembled slightly.