Soul Land: I Became the Pope from the Beginning

Chapter 121: Ning Fengzhi's Blunders Continue, Old Fox Becomes Senile

Early the next morning, Ning Rongrong also woke up groggily, feeling sore all over due to her body being ravaged by the violent medicinal power.

It felt as if a stone had been placed in her head. She looked around drowsily, picked up a small mirror, and then saw her pale face.

Because her foundation was damaged, coupled with internal injuries, she looked much thinner, and her eyes were somewhat hollow, lacking the brightness a young girl should have, appearing lifeless instead.

The events of yesterday left Ning Rongrong unable to recover for a long time. She kept staring at her pale face in the mirror, and after a long while, she finally burst into tears.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul is shattered."

No one could accept going from a genius to cripple.

The emotionally fragile Ning Rongrong was no exception. Having just woken up, her body was already weak, and this excessive grief immediately made her cough.

The maid in the room, seeing Ning Rongrong awake, hurried out in a rush, leaving another maid to look after her.

Without saying much, Ning Fengzhi, with a look of concern, quickly walked to Ning Rongrong's door, impatiently pushed it open, and went to her bedside.

He spoke to Ning Rongrong with deep emotion: "Rongrong, lie down quickly. Your injuries haven't healed; you mustn't move around carelessly."

At this time, Ning Fengzhi only knew that Ning Rongrong's foundation was damaged; he did not yet know that Ning Rongrong no longer had her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Moreover, Ning Rongrong was too weak at the moment, and it was not appropriate to bring up the marriage alliance. If it stimulated her, her injuries might worsen, which would be more trouble than it was worth.

The Heaven Dou Royal family had not yet discussed it, so there was no rush. It would not be too late to bring it up in a few months when Ning Rongrong's injuries were better.

"Father, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is shattered."

Ning Rongrong said with a crying voice, feeling wronged, her eyes sparkling with tears, seemingly wanting to express her grievances.

However, Ning Fengzhi did not notice the tears in Ning Rongrong's eyes. His first reaction was to look at her in disbelief and question: "Rongrong, what did you say? What happened to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

In his opinion, since he had successfully evolved his Martial Soul, it meant that the Immortal Herb was fine. After all, why would Tang San harm their sect?

Their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would also become a great help for him to return to the Clear Sky Sect in the future. Tang San would not trick their sect, as there was no conflict of interest.

Of course, no matter how much Ning Fengzhi racked his brain, he couldn't understand that he had been set on a path to death by Tang San because of a fake Xiao Fei's mother.

"Father, it's true, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is shattered."

Ning Rongrong was still crying uncontrollably, choking out a six-layered Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. The original seventh layer had disappeared, leaving only traces of cracks.

"Six… six layers."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the shattered sect emblem, first stunned, then naturally dissatisfied, saying: "Rongrong, the medicinal power of that Immortal Herb was much less than the one I absorbed. How could you fail and even your Martial Soul be shattered?"

"Did you eat any other herbs before taking the Immortal Herb?"

Ning Rongrong, who used to love causing trouble, immediately thought that her failure was due to her reasons, and Ning Fengzhi's suspicion worsened.

"No, Rongrong just returned to the sect and immediately began absorbing the Immortal Herb. She didn't do anything else."

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi showed no intention of comforting her and instead questioned her sternly, Ning Rongrong felt a chill in her heart.

She felt that the Ning Fengzhi in front of her was somewhat unfamiliar, different from the father who used to dote on her.

It was as if his past affection and indulgence towards her were all an act, and this was his true nature.

"Alas, since things have come to this, Rongrong, are you still not admitting it?"

Ning Fengzhi said with deep anguish, pointing a finger at Ning Rongrong.

"Father, I didn't do anything!"

Ning Rongrong was truly on the verge of tears. Why wouldn't her father believe her? Thus, she voiced her inner suspicion.

"Father, could it be that the Immortal Herb Tang San gave us had a problem? I think…" 

She could feel that Tang San had an inexplicable hostility towards her and was targeting her, which made her quite displeased.

"Why would Tang San harm us for no reason?"

Ning Fengzhi interrupted Ning Rongrong. In his opinion, she was just making excuses for her failure, and he immediately said angrily, "Tang San still needs us to reclaim the Clear Sky Sect. Is he stupid? To harm the only force that can help him return to the sect."

"Moreover, why could I succeed, but you couldn't? I know you have some conflict with Tang San, but this is not an excuse for your recklessness."

After speaking in one breath, Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong, who had lowered her head, panting. He immediately became even more certain of his thoughts.

Ning Rongrong simply hated Tang San and deliberately pulled this trick, a self-inflicted injury, to make him hate Tang San. Unfortunately, it backfired, and her Martial Soul also regressed.

"Hmph, you should calm down properly."

With that, Ning Fengzhi left angrily, violently slamming the door shut.

Bang—

The door slammed shut loudly, startling Ning Rongrong. Only then did she realize that Ning Fengzhi had left.

Seemingly heartbroken by her father's words, Ning Rongrong buried her head in the covers.

Soon, her sobs could be heard.

She didn't understand why her father trusted Tang San so much, not even believing her words.

When had her little tantrums ever mattered in important matters? Wasn't this just blaming everything on her?

She wanted to contribute to the sect, so why would her father say such things?

Thinking this, the mental and physical exhaustion made Ning Rongrong's eyes glaze over. Tears gradually dripped onto her pillow, and she murmured incoherent words like "It's not my fault, it's not my fault" before falling into a deep sleep.

At this time, Bone Douluo was watching outside and naturally knew what Ning Fengzhi had just done. For a moment, he was extremely angry.

How could Ning Fengzhi accuse Rongrong of being at fault without clarifying? He was the one who brought Rongrong to absorb the Immortal Herb.

She didn't eat anything in between, and Rongrong started refining it as soon as she returned. I would know if I just asked about this.

"Alas, he's truly regressing."

Bone Douluo shook his head helplessly. Ning Fengzhi was now like when he first started, shallow in his schemes.

He was inconsiderate and quick to blame others. He was truly getting worse year by year, regressing more and more.

"Is this good?"

Gu Rong sat on the ground, feeling that Ning Fengzhi had changed, becoming more eager for quick success and disregarding others' feelings.

Previously, their relationship in the sect was harmonious, like family. Since they allied with the other two sects, he seemed like a different person.

He constantly sent money to the secluded Clear Sky Sect to maintain relations, allocated funds to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to promote development, became Xue Qinghe's teacher, and established cooperation with the Heaven Dou imperial family.

But his relationship with him and Old Sword Man had become increasingly distant. Were they not important to the sect? Did he have to curry favor with the other two sects and empires?

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