The next day.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Main Hall.
Known as the wealthiest sect in the world, the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was luxurious enough to leave any first-time visitor dumbstruck.
At the head of the hall, Ning Fengzhi sat dressed in a moon-white robe, his bearing refined and gentle.
To his left sat Sword Douluo Chen Xin, upright and imposing.
His expression was stern, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.
To his right sat an old man in black robes.
His back was slightly hunched, and his face was gaunt and withered.
He was none other than Bone Douluo Gu Rong, the other Titled Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Meanwhile, Ning Wen sat obediently on the other side.
There was nothing he could do about it.
This was someone else’s territory.
If he wanted to live comfortably in the future, he had to keep his head down and behave.
If he got unlucky and awakened a useless martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be the long-term meal ticket he relied on to survive.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.
With a loud bang, the doors were kicked open.
Here she comes.
Ning Rongrong.
Ning Wen thought to himself.
There was only one person in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who would dare barge in so recklessly—the spoiled little princess, Ning Rongrong.
The girl wore a colorful dress, her hair tied up in an exquisite style.
Her skin was fair and delicate, and her features were beautiful.
Yet her chin was slightly raised, giving her an innate air of pride.
Who else could it be but Ning Rongrong?
Ning Rongrong stormed into the main hall and immediately looked toward Ning Wen, sizing him up from head to toe.
Seeing Ning Wen’s shabby appearance, she let out a disdainful snort.
Looking at Ning Rongrong’s pretty face, Ning Wen couldn’t help admiring her inwardly.
As expected of one of the heroines of the original story, one of the three beauties of Shrek, and the future Nine-Colored Goddess.
Even though she was still young, she already possessed the beginnings of a beauty capable of captivating the world.
She was countless times prettier than those so-called once-in-several-thousand-years beauties from his previous life.
At this moment, however, Ning Rongrong was in a terrible mood.
The day before yesterday was her birthday.
She had been looking forward to spending that special day, which came only once a year, with her father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone.
She hadn’t expected that after her father received a message, he would hurriedly leave the sect with Grandpa Sword.
Fine, she could let that go.
But after returning, her father hadn’t even come to see her.
And without a doubt, the hateful fellow standing before her was the culprit behind everything.
“Dad, Grandpa Sword, the day before yesterday was my birthday!
You clearly promised you’d celebrate it with me.” Ning Rongrong folded her arms across her chest, looking every bit like a little princess who was unhappy and waiting to be pampered.
She was going to give this fellow a good show of force.
She would make Ning Wen understand his place.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she, Ning Rongrong, was the boss!
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged glances, preparing to coax their beloved little princess.
“Rongrong…” The moment Ning Fengzhi opened his mouth, he froze in place.
Because that cold voice sounded in his mind once again.
[Heh.] A faint chuckle, as though it had risen from the depths of a frozen abyss untouched for ten thousand years, drifted lightly through the air.
[In my previous life, Ning Rongrong was constantly picking on me.
Even after we got engaged, she never gave me a good look!] [I tolerated her again and again because she was my fiancée.
Yet she took my patience as a sign of weakness and ended up doing something like that!] [The dignified master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect actually thought about suppressing the news first after receiving the information.] [Not for my sake, but to preserve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s reputation.] [Too bad for you—truth can’t stay hidden forever!] [With hearts this cold, how can you even call yourselves family?] The voice paused for a moment.
When it spoke again, its tone carried four parts self-mockery and six parts relief.
[But perhaps that’s for the best.] [I personally witnessed those endings in my previous life.
Naturally, I won’t harbor even the slightest illusion anymore.] [The so-called familial affection and romantic love of mortals have long since left my heart as still as water.
There will never be another ripple.] Ning Fengzhi froze in his seat.
Rongrong was a little mischievous, but surely she wouldn’t do something that could damage the reputation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Gu Rong doted on Ning Rongrong more than anyone else.
How could he possibly allow someone to slander her?
He was just about to explode in anger when Ning Fengzhi stopped him.
Ning Rongrong’s expression changed slightly, and she abruptly turned her gaze back toward Ning Wen.
Did he just speak?
Why did she feel like she’d heard something?
No.
That voice seemed to have appeared directly inside her mind???
What was going on?
Had she seen a ghost?
[Why are you looking at me?
In my previous life, you couldn’t care less about me.
In this life, I’ll make sure you’re someone who can only look up to me!] Fuck—!!!
Hearing the voice of this voice pack, Ning Wen guiltily turned his head away.
What the fuck was this voice pack talking about?
It was way too damn pretentious.
And not just pretentious—it was the painfully embarrassing kind.
Why didn’t it just say something like, “Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west.
Don’t bully a young man just because he’s poor!” To be honest, Ning Wen could understand Ning Rongrong.
They had clearly agreed to celebrate her birthday together, only for them to break their promise in the end.
Anyone would feel unhappy about that.
It was perfectly normal for a princess like Ning Rongrong to complain a little.
But what the hell was his voice pack doing, making snide remarks about her for no reason?
[This scene is exactly the same as in my previous life.] [You just want to give me a show of force and make me obediently become your lackey.] [But who do you think I am?
My bones are made of steel.
There’s no way I’m going to submit to a woman… Absolutely no way!] At this moment, Ning Rongrong was still staring at Ning Wen in shock.
Just now, that voice had sounded inside her mind again.
Because of this, Ning Rongrong realized that she seemed to be able to hear the thoughts of the fellow standing before her.
Previous life?
Exactly the same scene?
A show of force?
Bones of steel?
She could ignore the other parts for now.
After all, she really had intended to give this fellow a show of force.
Seeing that Ning Rongrong was staring at him, Ning Wen decided that if he wanted to live peacefully in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he needed to improve this miss’s opinion of him.
“Hello, Miss.
My name is Ning Wen.” Ning Wen forcibly suppressed the embarrassment caused by the voice pack and greeted her with a smile.
[She’s pretty, and her family background is excellent.
So how did her personality end up being so terrible?] [That’s not even the worst of it.
She’s been spoiled rotten and doesn’t even know how to cook.
Say one thing wrong to her, and she starts throwing a tantrum.] [As for me, I was once a God King who managed the entire God Realm.
My cooking skills were practically divine.
Even the God of Food and the God of Emotions had to admit they were inferior to me.] [This isn’t marrying a wife.
It’s adopting an ancestor.] [Thinking about it carefully, maybe I actually got the better deal when that stupid woman and I went our separate ways in my previous life!] Ning Rongrong’s face visibly darkened.
Bad personality???
Adopting an ancestor???
Stupid woman???
When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
She stepped forward, just about to start cursing him.
Seeing this, Ning Wen hurriedly stood up from his seat.
Reluctantly, he took a bottle of Coke out of his clothes.
This was the only bottle of Coke he had.
He had been reluctant to drink it all this time.
But for the sake of avoiding Ning Rongrong’s wrath, he could only grit his teeth and part with it.
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