: Ning Xiaohui vs. Meng Chong

Author: Gu Zhenren

Date: 2024-07-31

: Ning Xiaohui vs. Meng Chong

Lava Immortal Palace.

Room One.

Various mechanical parts were piled up like a small mountain.

The puppet Ning Zhuo jumped down from the pile.

"You're a bit slow," said the puppet Ning Xiaohui, arms crossed, staring at Ning Zhuo with a hint of pride.

Ning Zhuo shrugged. "I've been obsessed with improving the Mechanical Tree Combat Ape lately, so I'm not in the best shape. Ning Xiaohui, you insisted on bringing me along to break through the levels, but with just the two of us, are you confident?"

Ning Xiaohui snorted coldly. "The opportunities of the Lava Immortal Palace are right before us. The four forces of Fire Persimmon Immortal City are competing, and our Ning family is currently in last place."

"I called you here simply because you're a member of the Ning family."

"You don't need to do anything. Just follow behind me this time!"

With that, Ning Xiaohui turned and walked away.

Ning Zhuo paused for a moment, thinking, "Ning Xiaohui's demeanor is completely different from before. With such a bold tone, she must have made a major breakthrough or gained some significant advantage."

Ning Zhuo grew somewhat curious.

Although he acted reluctant when Ning Xiaohui invited him to join her in the palace, he was actually quite pleased.

Joining the modification team was the right decision! This move had been giving him positive feedback all along. Ning Zhuo had been worried about finding an excuse to enter the Lava Immortal Palace, and just as he was dozing off, a pillow arrived—Ning Xiaohui had actively sought him out.

As for Ning Xiaohui's arrangement, Ning Zhuo was more than happy to follow behind her and take it easy.

First door.

Ning Xiaohui and Ning Zhuo stepped forward to receive their rewards.

"Choose the spirit stones. I need them," Ning Xiaohui instructed.

"Understood!" Ning Zhuo readily agreed.

Currently, only the two of them in the Ning family were at the peak of the third level of Qi Refining. Ning Zhuo's true cultivation level had not been exposed, so among their clansmen, Ning Xiaohui really had no one else to call upon.

After receiving the spirit stones, Ning Zhuo directly handed them to Ning Xiaohui.

This gesture pleased Ning Xiaohui. She nodded and took them. "You know your place."

Ning Zhuo chuckled softly. "As long as you can take me deeper, I'm willing to cooperate."

"Watch closely." Ning Xiaohui pushed open the door.

But she only opened it a crack.

That was enough.

Then, she quietly activated her innate talent.

Jade Hands of Ice!

The puppet Ning Xiaohui's hands emitted a white light, spreading a strong freezing aura.

The freezing air quickly spread, covering the walls and ceiling of Room Two through the crack in the door. Only the door itself was spared.

Ning Xiaohui pushed the door open and walked in gracefully.

Ning Zhuo followed closely behind, praising incessantly, "Amazing, truly amazing!"

"Ning Xiaohui, you really are something."

"What kind of spell is this?" Ning Zhuo intentionally asked.

"Hmph, with your level of knowledge, all you know are spells," Ning Xiaohui snorted coldly. Though she enjoyed hearing flattery and praise, she maintained a cold exterior, as if achieving this was a trivial matter for her.

"This is my innate talent—Jade Hands of Ice!" Ning Xiaohui announced flatly, raising her head slightly.

"Jade Hands of Ice?!" Ning Zhuo exclaimed in surprise, widening his eyes to stare at Ning Xiaohui.

"Your innate talent can do this?" Ning Zhuo acted utterly shocked.

This made Ning Xiaohui feel immensely satisfied.

Ning Zhuo continued, "If you can do this, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Ning Xiaohui snorted coldly. "On one hand, I hadn't fully mastered it and couldn't use it freely. On the other hand, are you an idiot? There were outsiders present at the time. Why would I reveal my trump card?"

Ning Zhuo nodded repeatedly. "I see. It really is you, Xiaohui."

"No wonder you're the genius of our generation. You've always been outstanding since we were young!"

"No wonder you said earlier that I just needed to follow you."

"You're truly incredible."

"With you in our Ning family, we're sure to rank high and leave the other three forces in the dust!"

Ning Xiaohui quite enjoyed Ning Zhuo's praise.

She had specifically brought Ning Zhuo along this time to win over this talented branch family member and show the entire modification team who the real leader was!

So far, the plan was proceeding very smoothly.

"You're a member of the Ning family. It's good that you know your place."

"As long as you follow me from now on, you'll keep winning!"

"Speaking of which, you also have an innate talent."

"But to develop it, you'll need to figure out what kind it is first."

"I look forward to your future performance!"

"Understood! I'll definitely work hard." Ning Zhuo played along with Ning Xiaohui's words, adopting a humble posture.

Ning Xiaohui continued breaking through the levels.

She kept using her innate talent, releasing waves of freezing air to gradually freeze Room Two. She started from the front, moved to the middle, and then from the middle to the back.

Ning Xiaohui was exhausted, her soul power rapidly diminishing. There was no helping it—this was just a puppet body, not her original flesh.

The transfer between them through the Thread of Life came with significant losses.

After all, Ning Xiaohui didn't have the rudiments of related supernatural abilities.

Ning Xiaohui was as tired as a dog, while Ning Zhuo followed behind her leisurely and comfortably.

However, he made sure not to show any hint of relaxation.

He acted very nervous, talking nonstop—sometimes praising Ning Xiaohui, other times expressing concern about their prospects, and even persuading Ning Xiaohui to take a break.

Ning Xiaohui coldly rejected the suggestion of resting.

The freezing air released by her innate talent couldn't maintain the ice for long; it would thaw quickly.

So, Ning Xiaohui had no choice but to push herself to the limit. Reaching the second door as quickly as possible was the wisest course of action.

"Xiaohui, you're absolutely amazing!"

"Just a dozen more steps, and we'll reach the second door, completely clearing this level."

"Why is there still such a long distance?" Ning Xiaohui felt the strain intensely, but she had to maintain a strong front, gritting her teeth and pushing with all her might.

Just as she and Ning Zhuo were about to succeed, the door behind them suddenly opened.

The next moment, the puppet Meng Chong walked in.

He saw Ning Zhuo and Ning Xiaohui and was momentarily stunned.

"It's Meng Chong!" Ning Zhuo shouted, his voice trembling slightly, filled with heavy apprehension.

"Meng Chong..." Ning Xiaohui's gaze sharpened. In her mind, Meng Chong was her only real enemy and her greatest competitor.

But after a quick glance at the two Ning family members, Meng Chong averted his eyes.

Crackle.

Electric light flashed as Meng Chong moved like lightning, bouncing off the walls and ceiling.

"You two..." he said, standing in front of the first door.

"Too slow." With those words, Meng Chong dissipated the electric light and landed in front of the second door.

Ning Xiaohui: !!!

Meng Chong's dominance deeply shocked her.

She took a light breath. "Meng Chong, cooperation benefits us both. You've seen my strength. Let's work together to explore the immortal palace."

Ning Xiaohui proactively extended an invitation.

But Meng Chong merely raised his palm toward her. "With just you?"

Innate Talent—Surging Thunder Rush.

Spell—Gust of Air.

Enhanced by the electric light, the airflow surged at extreme speed. What was originally an auxiliary spell was forcibly turned into an offensive technique.

Too fast!

Ning Xiaohui had no time to react. She was swept away by the airflow, slammed into a wall, triggered a trap, and was smashed to pieces by a heavy mechanical hammer.

Ning Zhuo rushed to rescue Ning Xiaohui but stepped on a trap halfway, falling into darkness once again, trapped until his soul power was exhausted.

"Two small fries." Meng Chong sneered disdainfully, then turned to collect his reward and strode solemnly into the third level.

Full of fighting spirit, he entered Room Three and shouted loudly, "I, Meng Chong, have returned!"

"That mechanical ape, today I will have my revenge!"

"Huh?"

"Where is it?!"

Meng Chong scanned the room once, then again, but still didn't find the mechanical ape he had been "thinking about day and night, unable to forget."

"What's going on?"

"Where is that mechanical monkey?!"

Meng Chong was utterly frustrated, like punching cotton, feeling a strong sense of loss.

He had trained hard and made significant progress, only to find that the opponent he aimed to surpass was gone!

"If I continue breaking through, will I encounter it again?" Meng Chong began to feel hopeful.

Without Yuan Dasheng, the numerous practice dummies in Room Three were no match for Meng Chong.

After spending some time, Meng Chong defeated all the mechanical dummies, pushed open the door, and officially entered the preparation room.

"This level seems a bit special?"

"What's that?"

He immediately spotted the ranking stone pillar.

(End of )