Several days had passed since Ning Fengzhi's display of the soul bone.
Today was the day they were to depart for the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, but Ning Rongrong had no time to dwell on such matters.
Her self-created soul skill had succeeded.
"As expected, learning brings me joy." Looking at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, Ning Rongrong's face revealed a gratified expression.
After spending so much time, she had finally developed her own soul skill.
Fortunately, before transmigrating, she had been a "crispy college student" (a term referring to fragile, overworked students), giving her a certain foundation of knowledge.
Otherwise, she truly wouldn't have been able to create a soul skill on her own.
This was the difference between being educated and uneducated.
An educated person, upon witnessing the awe-inspiring beauty of nature, could often compose a poem on the spot. But someone uneducated, faced with the same sight, could only sum up their feelings with a single exclamation: "Holy shit!"
Before long, Ning Fengzhi approached from a distance.
Flanking him on either side were the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, acting as his guards.
"Rongrong, you said you wanted us to see your self-created soul skill. Did you succeed?" Even after confirming multiple times beforehand, Ning Fengzhi still found it rather unbelievable.
Ning Rongrong had only conceived the idea of creating her own soul skill a few days ago.
What kind of self-created soul skill could be developed so quickly?
"Here, take these three sandbags." Ning Rongrong handed the tied sandbags to Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi looked puzzled as he stared down at the palm-sized sandbags.
"They're probably filled with sand, right?" He weighed them slightly in his hand.
Seeing the subtle expressions on their faces, Ning Rongrong giggled. "The soul skill I created is a defensive one. The sandbags are for attacking me."
"Next is the moment to witness a miracle. Watch closely—you're definitely going to be surprised."
"So… what exactly is this soul skill?" The three exchanged glances, and the Bone Douluo couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, let's keep some mystery! I want to see the shocked expressions on your faces!"
As Ning Rongrong walked further away, Ning Fengzhi, the Sword Douluo, and the Bone Douluo looked at each other, momentarily speechless.
Indeed, Ning Rongrong was as mischievous and unpredictable as ever.
But just what kind of self-created soul skill could she have devised?
How could she dare claim it would astonish a Soul Sage and two Title Douluo?
This point left the three of them deeply curious.
Ning Rongrong stopped about ten meters away from Ning Fengzhi and the others. Her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda materialized in her palm, with three purple soul rings quietly hovering around it.
Seeing the soul rings on Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the Bone Douluo's face showed a flicker of surprise.
Though he had heard from Ning Fengzhi that she had successfully condensed her soul rings, seeing it in person was still somewhat shocking.
"Could this self-created soul skill be related to her martial soul or soul rings?"
"For example, like the Clear Sky Clan's 'Ring Explosion' technique?"
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand floated upward, hovering not far from her. The pagoda emitted a soft, faint glow—seemingly dimmer than the usual radiance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"Use the sandbags in your hands to throw at me. I'll try to see if I can dodge them."
Ning Fengzhi: "…"
"Huh? What kind of situation is this?"
Though deeply confused, Ning Fengzhi still picked up one of the three sandbags resting in his left hand with his right. He assumed a throwing posture and then hurled the sandbag toward Ning Rongrong.
After all, the sandbag couldn't possibly cause any harm. Even if it hit her, nothing serious would happen. Besides, he was curious to see what kind of self-created soul skill Ning Rongrong had come up with.
"Whoosh—"
The sandbag flew in a straight line directly toward Ning Rongrong.
Just as it was about to hit her—
The sandbag abruptly "whooshed" past Ning Rongrong's side without so much as grazing her.
Ning Fengzhi froze, watching as the sandbag tumbled to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. His face was a picture of utter bewilderment.
Even the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him widened their eyes in shock.
"What's going on? Is Ning Fengzhi cross-eyed?"
It was one thing for the sandbag to miss Rongrong—after all, everyone knew how much of a doting father Ning Fengzhi was.
But for the sandbag to fly past Ning Rongrong with a deviation of at least three meters—wasn't that a bit excessive?
"Fengzhi, are your eyes alright?" The Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo instinctively asked.
"Uh…" Ning Fengzhi's face darkened as he handed a sandbag to each of them. "You try it yourselves, then you'll know if my eyes are the problem."
As Title Douluo, they naturally knew Ning Fengzhi's eyes were fine.
But this… was really strange!
The Bone Douluo tossed the sandbag in his hand a few times before throwing it toward Ning Rongrong's position.
The sandbag flew straight along its trajectory—under normal circumstances, it should have landed on Ning Rongrong.
Yet, as it neared her, the sandbag seemed to "displace" itself, much like before, completely missing Ning Rongrong.
"Interesting!" The Bone Douluo's face lit up with surprise, though he couldn't immediately figure out what was happening.
"Coward, you try it!"
Sword Douluo: "…"
"This old bone really knows how to pick on me at every turn."
Still, the Sword Douluo didn't retort this time. Instead, he carefully observed Ning Rongrong's position.
When the Bone Douluo had thrown the sandbag earlier, he had watched closely.
Ning Rongrong definitely hadn't moved. Rather, it was as if the sandbag itself couldn't reach her.
Instead of throwing the sandbag immediately, the Sword Douluo infused a trace of soul power into it. With a flick of his finger, the sandbag shot forward at terrifying speed, startling both the Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi.
"Hey, take it easy—"
Before the Bone Douluo could finish, his peripheral vision caught the sandbag veering off course yet again, flying past Ning Rongrong with a three-meter margin, just like before.
Ignoring the Bone Douluo's protest, the Sword Douluo frowned.
"When I threw the sandbag, it felt like I was aiming at the wrong position from the start."
He wasn't entirely sure about his own speculation.
"So? Isn't it a fun skill?" Ning Rongrong retracted her martial soul, picked up the sandbags from the ground, and walked back to Ning Fengzhi and the others, interrupting the Sword Douluo's thoughts.
"Rongrong, how did you do that?" Ning Fengzhi's face was full of confusion.
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, didn't you notice?" It wasn't surprising that Ning Fengzhi, as a Soul Sage, couldn't figure it out. But if even two Title Douluo couldn't discern the trick, then this was a major victory for Ning Rongrong.
"Not entirely sure." The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shook their heads, though they had some guesses.
But Rongrong was just a child!
If they accidentally revealed the truth, wouldn't that disappoint her?
Besides, they truly hadn't deduced the mechanism—only that Ning Rongrong had set up something around herself to deflect attacks.
"Hehe."
Seeing the expressions on the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's faces, Ning Rongrong was thoroughly satisfied.
Indeed, this technique could be used in actual combat—even Title Douluo couldn't immediately see through it.
However, against opponents with special eye techniques, this method might not work.
"I'm using an optical illusion. When the sandbags get close to me, my position seems to shift, even though I haven't moved at all."
"Optical illusion?" Ning Fengzhi and the others didn't quite understand. It didn't sound like a mental-type illusion technique, and there was no way Ning Rongrong, at her current level, could make Title Douluo fall for a hallucination.
"Simply put, when I stand over there, the position you see is fake. So when you aim for the fake position, of course you can't hit me."