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Chapter 431.

Qian Renxue planned to deliver the information he had gathered from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect to Bibi Dong that he will provide to her, Following this, the team from the Soul Hall would launch a surprise attack on the sect, intending to deal a devastating blow. The strategy was intricate, he would disguise himself as "Jiu Yikai" and use this alias to manipulate Ning Rongrong, ensuring that Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluo could not escape.

As Wang Feng reflected on the intricacies of the Soul Hall's soul hunting plan, he couldn't help but admire Bibi Dong's meticulous calculations.

Her strategy was flawless.

Bibi Dong clearly understood the formidable strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, particularly the power of its two Titled Douluo. To eliminate Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo in a single instance is nearly impossible—unless she, as the Supreme Pontiff herself or Qian Daoliu, personally intervened.

But if Bibi Dong acted directly, the entire operation would be exposed. The Soul Hall's ambitions would come to light, drawing sharp criticism from the soul master from all around the world. The backlash would be immense, shattering Bibi Dong's carefully laid plans.

Thus, her involvement in the soul hunting operation was out of the question. And as for Qian Daoliu, it was even more so impossible to intervene.

The attack on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect had to be swift and decisive, a blitzkrieg aimed at delivering a crippling blow. However, even with such a well-devised strategy, Bibi Dong knew how difficult it would be to kill Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Ning Fengzhi outright. 

The likely outcome? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect would suffer heavy losses, but the three key figures would still manage to escape.

This is where controlling Ning Rongrong became critical. By capturing her, they could manipulate Ning Fengzhi and his protectors, setting traps to hunt them down later.

Such meticulous planning.

Similarly, there was also Tang San and the looming shadow of the Clear Sky Clan. And Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao had long been a thorn in Bibi Dong's side—a threat she could not ignore.

"And then there's me," Wang Feng mused to himself. "Successfully disguised as 'Jiu Yikai,' I've already embedded myself as a spy within the Shrek Seven Monsters. My presence marks the beginning of the Soul Hunting Operation."

A faint smile curved Wang Feng's lips.

Bibi Dong's calculations were as precise as ever.

If she could count on Wang Feng playing his role, the Soul Hunting Operation is bound to succeed, dealing fatal blows to the two great sects. After that, her next step was to quickly turn her attention to the Star Dou Great Forest in search of the elusive hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

Step by step.

Her strategy was impeccable. Bibi Dong hadn't scattered the Soul Hall's forces across multiple fronts but concentrated her attacks, ensuring maximum efficiency. It was clear that she had immense trust in Wang Feng—her "White Pontiff."

Still, Wang Feng couldn't shake the feeling that Bibi Dong was withholding something valuable from him.

For someone as shrewd as her, it was impossible to reveal the entirety of her plan to anyone. There had to be some hidden contingency, a trump card she hadn't shared.

"It looks like I'll have to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan myself. Only then can I find a way to disrupt her plans."

This thought swirled in Wang Feng's mind.

In truth, as long as Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu didn't intervene directly, Wang Feng had numerous ways to dismantle their strategy. But he remained cautious—Bibi Dong's hidden cards were the real concern.

He couldn't afford to expose himself just yet.

Besides, there was something else Wang Feng was curious about. He wanted to uncover how Bibi Dong planned to inherit her God position—and where this mysterious process would take place. That was the true crux of everything.

As these thoughts lingered, a sudden knock at the door jolted Wang Feng from his musings.

With a thought, Wang Feng opened the door.

Standing there was a graceful figure, her gaze locked on him with a dazed expression.

It was Zhu Zhuqing.

Since Ning Rongrong and Wang Feng reunion earlier, Zhu Zhuqing hadn't said a word to him.

"My heart is yours," she murmured softly, taking Wang Feng's hand and placing it gently against her chest.

Her words were simple, yet they carried a power that struck deeper than Ning Rongrong's directness. The meaning behind her gesture and words made Wang Feng pause in surprise.

As Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking, a crimson blush spread across her face, creeping down her snow-white neck and reaching her porcelain earlobes, which gleamed like jade pendants. The rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his palm seemed to sync faintly with his own, creating a subtle but undeniable connection between them.

That fleeting, warm contact brought a strange, almost mystical sensation to Wang Feng.

Suppressing the urge to let his hand linger or wander, Wang Feng quietly withdrew it and replied in a low, steady voice, "Your heart belongs to you."

Though their contact was brief, the memory of it lingered.

But… he thought, it was too much to ignore even for him.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated, her usual calm and cool demeanor fading into something more vulnerable—tinged with shyness and a trace of bitterness.

Wang Feng sighed internally. Zhu Zhuqing's quiet, reserved nature masked her emotions, unlike Ning Rongrong, who expressed herself freely. When they had been in the Supreme Pontiff's Palace five years ago, Zhu Zhuqing had dared to rush forward and confess her feelings, fully aware of the danger they faced. Her courage had come from the belief that he might not live to see another day and was willing to sacrifice herself to save him.

But now, with five years having passed and their paths crossing once more, she struggled to articulate herself. Her heart, however, had not changed.

She hadn't spoken earlier because there were too many people, and Ning Rongrong had taken the lead. But now, with no one else around, she finally found the courage to approach him. Even so, the words she had spoken earlier seemed to have drained her of all her bravery.

"In the past five years, you've changed," Wang Feng said after a moment of thought. "You've grown… even more beautiful."

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "As for what happened five years ago, let's just treat it as—"

"That was real!" Zhu Zhuqing interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly. "Every word I said back then was true. I…"

She trailed off, her voice faltering as if afraid he would dismiss her feelings as a mere joke.

Wang Feng sighed softly. "I know it was real. I wasn't doubting you." 

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But the weight of his response carried a different meaning. He hadn't been referring to her confession but rather to something deeper, something more difficult to explain—the possibility that his path might take him far beyond this world.

"I don't care about all that!" Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion. "All I want is to know… Is it enough for me to be with you now? Do you… like me?"

Wang Feng froze.

The question hung in the air, echoing with an intensity that demanded an honest answer.

Why do girls always ask the same question? Wang Feng thought to himself, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

After a long pause, he finally decided to follow his heart and replied

"Like it? Yes, I like you. Is that good enough for you?"

Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up with pure joy. Unable to contain her emotions, she leapt into Wang Feng's arms with such force that he stumbled back several steps.

"Mm…" She didn't say a word, but soft, muffled sobs escaped her lips as she buried her face in his chest.

The past five years had not been kind to Zhu Zhuqing.

After returning to her family, her days were filled with relentless, high-intensity training, no less grueling than what Ning Rongrong had endured. On top of that, she had to navigate the treacherous waters of family politics. Though she had proven herself by defeating her sister, the Zhu family remained as cold and unforgiving as ever.

She had long wanted to leave, but no matter how unwelcoming it was, it was still her home.

Through sheer determination and strength, Zhu Zhuqing fought her way to a stable position within the family, earning respect and recognition. Yet, amidst the struggle, she silently endured the agony of missing someone she thought she might never see again.

Despite everything, she persevered. Her resilience was unshakable. Using the basic abilities of the Meteor Tear to enhance her cultivation speed, she had quickly increased her spirit power, elevating the Zhu family to a leading position within the Star Luo Empire.

But no amount of power or status could fill the void in her heart.

Now, at this moment, standing before the man she had longed for, the emotions she had bottled up for so long finally burst forth.

Two figures stood in the quiet room, with Zhu Zhuqing clinging to Wang Feng, her sobs muffled but heavy with emotion.

For Wang Feng, the moment was bittersweet. His heart was a tangle of emotions.

He liked her—there was no point denying it. But even as he held her, his thoughts flickered briefly to another, to the entangled feelings he bore for both her and Ning Rongrong.

It wasn't that he didn't care for them both.

But for a man like Wang Feng, who prided himself on his self-control and discipline, the situation felt overwhelming. He had no intention of becoming a man who made careless promises or hurt those who loved him.

And yet, despite his resolve, his heart betrayed him.

I, Wang Feng, wasn't born to be a scumbag, he thought wryly.

Still, he couldn't deny the truth. His feelings for these two girls were real.

To say otherwise would be a lie—not just to them, but to himself.

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