The moment those words were spoken, Ning Rongrong’s eyes instantly turned red, and a wave of grievance surged through her heart.
Her nose stung badly as she fought back tears.
Ever since she was little, she had been the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s one and only little princess, showered with endless love and affection.
Her father adored her, her two Titled Douluo grandpas indulged her, and no one throughout the entire sect dared to go against her.
Whatever she wanted, she could have.
She had never suffered the slightest grievance.
No matter how much trouble she caused or how badly she threw a tantrum, her father would always spoil her.
But now, her father had completely changed.
He had suddenly become cold and unyielding.
Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone could only stand by and watch.
It was as though all the preferential treatment she had always enjoyed had vanished in an instant.
And without a doubt, the root of all this was that bastard!
Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong glared resentfully at Ning Wen.
If looks could kill, he would probably have died countless times by now.
[What are you looking at?
Haven’t you ever seen such an unparalleled immortal face before?!] [Not only am I unrivaled in combat strength, but I’m also the number one male god in the God Realm.] [Back when I first ascended to the God Realm, the Nine-Colored Goddess directly abandoned her husband, the Food God, and couldn’t wait to throw herself into my arms.] [But am I the kind of person who accepts just anyone?
Of course not.
I rejected her righteously on the spot.] [Speaking of the Food God, that guy really had it rough.
Forget about his culinary skills being inferior to mine; even his own wife couldn’t be kept!] [If I ever get the chance to see the Food God again, I only want to say one thing: Your wife is really something!] Ning Wen nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
You bastard!
You really know how to play!
Ning Rongrong wasn’t enough, so you went after the Nine-Colored Goddess instead?
You really don’t lose out no matter what.
And now you’re telling the Food God, right to his face, that his wife is great.
If you want me dead, just say so!
No matter how weak the Food God was, he was still a second-class god.
He could slap the current me to death with one hand!
After hearing Ning Wen’s inner voice, Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, and the two Titled Douluo, Sword and Bone, all had the same thought at this moment.
Isn’t this… a little too narcissistic?
This wasn’t merely narcissism anymore!
This was narcissism taken to an entirely different level.
Fine.
They had discovered yet another characteristic of this guy.
He was ridiculously narcissistic.
Just then, the voice pack suddenly started laughing maniacally for no apparent reason.
[Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!] The laughter was overflowing with schadenfreude.
[How did I only notice now?
The way this stupid woman looks right now, as though her life has lost all meaning, is absolutely hilarious!] [Hahahahaha!] [Serves you right!] [Weren’t you so arrogant in my previous life?
Relying on your family’s doting, you acted every day as though the heavens and earth were beneath you and you were the greatest person alive!] [Why aren’t you being arrogant now?] [Seeing her like this makes me even happier than when I defeated a powerful enemy in my previous life!] [But isn’t having only one etiquette teacher a little too easy?] [At the very least, this little witch should experience the Nine-Nine-Six Study System and study twelve hours every single day!] [Only then can I finally vent the hatred in my heart!] [And how can we leave out Chinese, mathematics, and English?] [Unfortunately, this world doesn’t have Chinese, mathematics, and English.
What a pity!] The corner of Ning Wen’s mouth twitched.
He was already frantically complaining in his heart.
Just how much do you hate Ning Rongrong?
She’s already gone on a hunger strike to protest!
And you’re actually happier than you would be during the New Year while trying to make things even worse and directly putting her through devilish training!
You even brought up Chinese, mathematics, and English.
You changed the Nine-Nine-Six Work System into a Nine-Nine-Six Study System and even took away the one day she was supposed to have off!
You’re even worse than a capitalist.
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at Ning Wen, her face deathly pale.
She suddenly felt that he was even more terrifying than a demon!
She had no idea what Chinese, mathematics, and English were.
But she understood the Nine-Nine-Six Study System perfectly well.
Twelve hours of studying every day without even a single day of rest.
Are you even human?
Compared to that, going to etiquette classes suddenly didn’t seem like such a big deal.
Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi’s eyes lit up slightly after hearing Ning Wen’s inner thoughts.
Especially that sentence: Only then can I finally vent the hatred in my heart!
Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?
It would also allow him to completely eliminate Ning Rongrong’s bad habits.
However, there was no need to spend all twelve hours studying.
Cultivation couldn’t be neglected either.
Ning Fengzhi quickly made his decision.
Aside from eating and sleeping, every remaining moment of Rongrong’s day would be devoted entirely to studying and cultivation.
Etiquette alone was obviously not enough.
Then he would add martial soul theory as well.
As for the teacher, a name immediately came to mind.
The Wisdom Corner of the Golden Iron Triangle, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
Naturally, Ning Fengzhi didn’t place much importance on the Golden Iron Triangle itself.
What he truly valued was Yu Xiaogang’s identity.
He was the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the Clan Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Back then, when Yu Xiaogang awakened a useless martial soul and possessed only 0.5 innate soul power, the matter had caused quite a stir and made the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lose a great deal of face.
But later, Yu Xiaogang’s reputation suddenly soared after he proposed the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls and became known as an unparalleled expert in martial soul theory.
Although Ning Fengzhi himself had never read the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls proposed by Yu Xiaogang, there was a saying that no one gained a great reputation without possessing some real ability.
Yu Xiaogang should have some genuine expertise in martial soul theory.
At the same time, this would allow him to show goodwill toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
If Ning Wen knew what Ning Fengzhi was thinking right now, he would definitely burst out laughing.
As expected of you!
Your ability to judge people really is “accurate.” In the original story, it was Tang San.
Now, it’s Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang was more than just someone who deserved his reputation.
His reputation was practically built on nothing!
As far as martial soul theory was concerned, even an experienced teacher from a junior soul master academy was probably more reliable than him.
At the very least, such a teacher wouldn’t lead their own students astray.
[Forget it.
What’s in the past is in the past.
I need to look forward!
That’s it!] [Anyway!
I wholeheartedly support this idiot woman going on a hunger strike!] [Let her starve to death!
Hehehe…] “…” Ning Wen fell into a long silence.
No, big brother.
You call that “what’s in the past is in the past” and “looking forward”?
How am I supposed to believe that?
Judging by your behavior, you’re clearly holding a grudge to an extreme.
There’s no need to lie to yourself, is there?
Ning Wen became increasingly certain that this absolutely could not be his future self.
He would never be this childish, nor would he hold grudges like this.
But was that really the truth?
Well… Ning Wen himself wasn’t actually sure.
As for whether the voice pack could be heard by anyone other than him, Ning Wen was one hundred percent certain that was impossible.
Setting aside Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong, just consider Ning Rongrong’s explosive temper.
If she could hear the voice pack mocking her like this, how could she possibly remain unmoved?
She would have already blown up at him!
Did they really think Ning Rongrong had earned the nickname of the Little Witch for nothing?
Who in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wasn’t afraid of her?