Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Incense smoke curled lazily through the air, while the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, his face completely devoid of his usual smile.
Ning Rongrong stood in the center of the hall, looking utterly aggrieved.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong stood on either side of Ning Fengzhi.
Both looked at Ning Rongrong with heartache, yet neither stepped forward to speak.
There was only one reason for this.
Ning Fengzhi was genuinely furious this time.
In the future, Ning Rongrong would ignore a peerless genius like Ning Wen and instead fall for a food-system soul master, eventually causing a scandal so enormous that the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be humiliated alongside her.
Now that they had confirmed that everything Ning Wen’s inner voice had revealed was very likely true, even the two of them, despite doting on Ning Rongrong, knew they could no longer continue indulging her.
“Rongrong, in a few days, I’ll hire a professional etiquette teacher to instruct you.” Ning Fengzhi looked at his precious daughter kneeling in the center of the hall and slowly said, “Prepare yourself.” “No!
Rongrong doesn’t want a teacher!” The moment she heard this, Ning Rongrong stiffened.
Her face was filled with resistance.
She hurriedly turned toward Chen Xin and Gu Rong, her voice trembling with tears as she pleaded for help.
“Grandpa Sword!
Grandpa Bone!” Ning Rongrong had been spoiled rotten since childhood, doing whatever she pleased and living freely.
How could she possibly tolerate strict discipline?
Just thinking about being forced to learn all kinds of etiquette from now on filled her with resistance.
Chen Xin let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze away.
Gu Rong’s face revealed a trace of reluctance.
In the end, he still spoke up.
“Fengzhi, Rongrong is still young.
She’s at the age where she should be playing.
Isn’t this a little too early—” “Uncle Bone, there’s no need to persuade me.
If Rongrong doesn’t change her personality, she’ll suffer greatly in the future.” Ning Fengzhi’s attitude remained firm.
Gu Rong knew that Ning Fengzhi was right and could only turn his head away.
Ning Rongrong bit her pink lips, feeling incredibly wronged.
She was clearly the victim here, so why was she the one suffering in the end?
Ning Rongrong clenched her fists and made up her mind.
If she ever got the chance, she would definitely get her revenge.
She would make Ning Wen understand that Ning Rongrong was not someone he could bully so easily!
…
After returning to his residence within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Wen closed the doors and windows securely before sitting down on his bed.
Ning Wen tried to summon his second martial soul.
With a flash of golden light, an ancient mirror appeared out of thin air and floated before him.
Rings of spatial-temporal ripples spread outward like waves across the surface of water.
The ancient mirror was perfectly circular.
Its frame was forged from Kunlun Black Jade mixed with Primordial Bronze, while intricately carved Panlong cloud patterns coiled around its edges.
Fine star-like Dao patterns covered the rim, flowing with a faint silver-blue radiance.
The mirror’s surface was as clear as water, yet it reflected no ordinary image.
From time to time, illusory scenes of galaxies churned across its surface, with fragmented visions of the past and future faintly appearing within.
“Kunlun Mirror!” Ning Wen’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He had never expected that his second martial soul, or perhaps his original martial soul, would actually be the Kunlun Mirror.
The Kunlun Mirror was one of the Ten Ancient Divine Artifacts, said to have belonged to the Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun Mountain.
This divine artifact possessed the ability to perceive the secrets of Heaven and understand the past and present.
It could observe the laws governing the operation of all things, trace the development of events five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future, and even transcend the restrictions of space and time to travel freely through both.
“The Kunlun Mirror possesses the powers of time and space.
No wonder I was able to eventually become the God King of Space-Time!” Looking at the Kunlun Mirror, Ning Wen suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression changed slightly.
“Could it be that this voice pack is…?” “No.
If it’s really what I think it is, then a lot of things still don’t add up.” He quickly shook his head with a resolute expression.
“Besides, there’s no way I’d be that chuunibyou!” …
The next morning, outside the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong had already been waiting for quite some time.
“Xiao Wen, Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone will be accompanying us today to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for your soul rings,” Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.
Normally, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s two guardian Douluo would not easily leave the sect unless absolutely necessary.
When Ning Rongrong obtained her first soul ring back then, only Gu Rong had accompanied her.
But this time, for Ning Wen’s soul rings, not only had both guardian Douluo come out, but even Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had personally joined them.
Such treatment was truly extraordinary.
If Ning Rongrong knew about it, she would probably throw another tantrum.
Naturally, this was Ning Fengzhi’s arrangement.
After all, Ning Wen was simply too important now.
The Star Dou Great Forest was filled with countless strange and powerful soul beasts.
If anything happened to Ning Wen, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would suffer a loss it simply could not afford.
Of course, that was only one reason.
The main purpose was to improve Ning Wen’s impression of them.
After listening in on his inner thoughts for so long, Ning Fengzhi had sorrowfully discovered that not a single person in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had left Ning Wen with a good impression.
That was why he had deliberately arranged this trip.
Besides, it made sense.
If Ning Wen truly developed feelings for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future, he wouldn’t simply stand by and watch the sect gradually decline.
This really left Ning Wen feeling embarrassed.
He was so moved that his heart practically melted.
Two Super Douluo, plus the strongest auxiliary-system soul master on the continent.
Looking across the entire continent, perhaps only Qian Renxue could enjoy treatment even better than this.
After all, she was born a princess.
She was a direct descendant of the Angel lineage, with the Level 99 Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu as her grandfather.
The moment she awakened her martial soul, she was destined to inherit the Angel God’s divine position, with two Titled Douluo accompanying her at all times, protecting her and awaiting her orders.
[The developments in this life really are somewhat different from my previous one.] [In my previous life, only Chen Xin came along.
Now, both of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s guardian Douluo have come out, and even Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, has personally joined us!] [Something’s wrong.] [Very wrong.] [Whenever something abnormal happens, there must be something strange behind it.] The voice pack fell silent for two and a half seconds.
Then, in an extremely certain tone, it reached a conclusion.
[There must be a trap.] [Forget it.
I’ll just see what kind of scheme you’re plotting!] Ning Wen: “???” This voice pack really didn’t know its place!
They were merely going out to hunt for soul rings.
What kind of trap could there possibly be?
Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin’s mouths twitched slightly.
The three exchanged glances, and each saw the same helplessness reflected on the others’ faces.
It seemed that there was still a long road ahead if they wanted to change Ning Wen’s impression of them.
“Let’s go.
Time to set off,” Ning Fengzhi said.
The four boarded a luxurious carriage and headed toward the Star Dou Great Forest.
Inside the carriage, Gu Rong sat beside Ning Fengzhi with his eyes closed, quietly resting.
Opposite them sat Ning Wen and Chen Xin.
“Xiao Wen, what kind of soul ring do you want for your first soul ring?
Or, to put it another way, what plans do you have for your future?” Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Wen sitting opposite him and slowly asked, “And how many years do you think the soul ring you can absorb should have?” As far as he was concerned, he still hoped Ning Wen would take the path of an offensive-type battle soul master.
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