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Chapter 463.

After the student spoke about the attacks on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by the Soul Hall, everyone was stunned.

No one had expected –the Soul Hall to launch such a ruthless assault.

"I still have training to do," the student added, bowing slightly. "For more details, you should ask Senior Sister Rongrong. She's been working extremely hard recently."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Tang San and the others in shocked silence.

Tang San's thoughts churned.

'If I recall correctly, the White Pontiff, who pretended –to be Wang Feng, accompanied Ning Rongrong to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect back then. Could it be that his real purpose was to infiltrate the sect?'

The realization sent a chill through him. The cunning and audacity of the Soul Hall were beyond anything he had imagined.

"Xiao San, you're back?"

A familiar voice broke the tense silence. The group turned to see Grandmaster, Liu Erlong, and several other teachers approaching.

"Teacher!"

Tang San and the others greeted them respectfully.

"We heard about the White Pontiff," Grandmaster said, his expression grave. "How are you all? Did you run into any trouble in the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Though the rest of the continent believed the White Pontiff had died while hunting a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, the teachers knew better. They understood that the Soul Hall's target had likely been Xiao Wu. And if Tang San and his group had been there, they must have faced unimaginable dangers.

"It's complicated," Tang San replied, gently stroking the small rabbit in his arms. "We never anticipated things would turn out this way."

With a deep breath, Tang San began recounting everything that had happened in the Star Dou Great Forest — from the Soul Hall's pursuit to the appearance of the four 100,000-year soul beasts, and the White Pontiff's intervention.

By the time he finished, Grandmaster and the others were speechless.

The sheer scale of the conflict — seven Titled Douluo from the Soul Hall, the White Pontiff, and four 100,000-year soul beasts — was beyond belief.

"So... this little rabbit is..." Liu Erlong's voice trembled as she looked at the rabbit in Tang San's arms. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched her chest.

"Xiao Wu..." Tang San nodded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Liu Erlong's sorrow quickly shifted to fury.

"The Soul Hall... those bastards!" Her voice cracked with rage. "I won't let them get away with this!"

Grandmaster gently placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

After finally overcoming their personal struggles and mending their relationship, this tragedy cast a dark shadow over their long-awaited happiness. Liu Erlong, as Xiao Wu's godmother, was devastated by the sacrifice.

"The Soul Hall's schemes are as despicable as ever," Flender said through gritted teeth. "First, they used the White Pontiff to impersonate Wang Feng, attempting to destroy the two great sects. Then, they pursued Xiao Wu and launched a full-scale assault. But in the end, they couldn't escape their own downfall. Even their so-called White Pontiff perished in the Star Dou Great Forest."

"We cannot let this go unavenged!" Liu Erlong's eyes burned with determination. "Bibi Dong... that woman will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She must be stopped."

Grandmaster remained silent, his expression unreadable.

"Wait, you said Xiao Feng appeared in the end and saved you?" Zhao Wuji suddenly asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Tang San nodded.

"Then we really have to thank Xiao Feng," Zhao Wuji said, shaking his head in amazement. "If he hadn't warned Sect Master Ning in advance, exposing the White Pontiff as an imposter, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect might not have survived. And to think he was there all along..."

Hearing this, Tang San and the others were stunned.

"I suspect Xiao Feng arrived on the day you had agreed upon," Grandmaster said suddenly.

His words took everyone by surprise.

"Then why didn't he just reveal himself–? Why give the White Pontiff a chance to act?" Ma Hongjun asked, confused.

"It's simple," Grandmaster explained, his voice calm and assured. "Xiao Feng must have realized that someone was impersonating him. Knowing his intelligence, he wouldn't act recklessly. After observing the situation, he likely deduced that the imposter was from the Soul Hall. After all, the Soul Hall holds a grudge against you, Tang San."

Grandmaster continued, "By not exposing himself right away, Xiao Feng was able to uncover the true motives behind the Soul Hall's scheme. If he had acted prematurely, the Soul Hall would have adjusted its plan, and the two great sects would still have faced destruction. But by striking at the critical moment, he destroyed their entire plan in one fell swoop."

Ma Hongjun was left speechless. The others also began to understand the brilliance of Xiao Feng's decision.

"So, that's why there are so many disciples from the two sects here at Shrek Academy?" Dai Mubai asked.

Flender nodded. "Yes. After what happened, the two major sects decided to unite. They've sent some of their direct disciples here for training. Even the royal family has contributed by sending their elite disciples. Prince Xue Qinghe himself came in person."

The alliance between the two sects was a significant development. Their combined strength would be formidable.

"But poor Rongrong," Liu Erlong said softly, glancing toward Ning Rongrong, who was still training the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with relentless intensity. "She thought the imposter was the real Wang Feng and joyfully brought him back to the sect, only to find out that he nearly caused its destruction. That kind of emotional shock..."

Everyone fell silent.

The pain of betrayal and regret Ning Rongrong must be feeling was unimaginable.

"She's trying to numb herself by pushing through the pain," 

Liu Erlong said, gently stroking the little rabbit in Tang San's arms. "Her heartache won't disappear so easily. Not even her father could console her."

"Maybe we should try to talk to her," Zhu Zhuqing suggested softly.

Compared to Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing felt fortunate.

Tang San nodded, determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath and walked over to where Ning Rongrong stood.

Seeing Tang San and the others return, Ning Rongrong's cold expression softened slightly, especially when her gaze fell on Xiao Wu. She was visibly startled.

"Rongrong, don't push yourself too hard," Ma Hongjun said, trying to lighten the mood. "The captain is fine. He's been working in the shadows, and he even saved us in the Star Dou Great Forest. He's safe and sound. And now your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect is unharmed, isn't that something to be relieved about?"

"And most importantly, the White Pontiff is dead. You should be happy!"

Ning Rongrong remained silent.

"Are you angry at the captain?" Oscar asked, trying to understand her silence.

"No, I don't blame him," Ning Rongrong shook her head slowly. "I only blame myself."

Everyone was taken aback. Her words were confusing, and none of them could quite grasp what she meant.

The complexities of a girl's emotions were always hard to figure out.

"Then... are you thinking about Wang Feng?" Dai Mubai asked cautiously, lowering his voice. "Don't worry, the captain will definitely appear soon."

"No!"

Ning Rongrong's voice suddenly rose, filled with frustration. "I don't want to see him! I don't want to!"

Her unexpected outburst left everyone stunned.

Zhu Zhuqing, however, seemed to sense something. She opened her mouth slightly, but no words came out. She seemed to understand the emotions Ning Rongrong was struggling with.

After saying those words, Ning Rongrong turned away abruptly, heading back to continue the harsh training with her fellow Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect disciples.

The others exchanged bewildered glances, the weight of Ning Rongrong's unresolved feelings hanging heavily in the air.

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