Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 1 Ning Rongrong

A girl with short, ear-length hair sat cross-legged, her hands clasped together in front of her. Her luxurious clothes, along with the wispy aura surrounding her, swayed gently.

The girl's eyebrows twitched slightly, and a vivid expression appeared on her face.

"Minor success after tomorrow."

The murmuring sound broke the peaceful atmosphere.

The girl exhaled a light breath, slowly opened her eyes, and stood up from her cross-legged meditation.

"Six years..."

In his previous life, he was a martial arts enthusiast who was searching for rare and precious materials to break through his cultivation level when he unexpectedly encountered a once-in-a-century avalanche.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself transported to the Douluo Continent, her gender changed from "he" to "she", and her identity was Ning Rongrong, the youngest daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Yes, it's the Little Witch from the original story.

From initial bewilderment to current acceptance, it has only been a few years. Sometimes one can't help but marvel at the human capacity for adaptation.

However, there was one thing that Ning Rongrong could never let go of.

The martial arts techniques cultivated in the previous life seem to be subject to some kind of restriction in the Douluo Continent.

"Even a martial artist who has reached the Lesser Mastery level after birth cannot do what Lin Daiyu did by uprooting a willow tree."

"Would you believe it if someone told you this?"

If Ning Rongrong couldn't sense her own true energy nourishing her meridians, she would suspect that her cultivation method was a counterfeit, a second-rate practice she bought from an online store in her previous life.

"Could it be related to martial spirits?" Ning Rongrong didn't reject martial spirits, but she vaguely felt that awakening a martial spirit would affect her current cultivation method, and this effect was likely to be negative.

"Miss, the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony has begun. The Sect Master requests your presence now." As Ning Rongrong pondered these matters, a maid's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

Ning Rongrong snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at the tightly closed door, and casually replied:

"I understand, you can go now."

After the maid left, Ning Rongrong rubbed her temples.

"Will my martial soul be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?"

Ning Rongrong sensed the existence of her martial spirit while cultivating.

She did not touch that point to activate her martial spirit.

Awakening your martial soul prematurely could lead to unforeseen problems, leaving you with nowhere to turn for help.

Ning Rongrong pushed open the door and walked towards the main hall.

Today is the annual day of Martial Soul Awakening.

"Some are happy, some are sad!"

Upon entering the main hall, one is greeted by a scene of "the warmth and coldness of human nature."

Children who awaken their martial soul and possess soul power are overjoyed, while children with weak martial souls and no soul power have pained expressions on their faces and dull, lifeless eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also has many ordinary people.

Awakening a Martial Soul is an uncertain process. Although a certain degree of medicinal bathing can increase the probability of having Soul Power and becoming a Soul Master during awakening, the medicinal materials are rare and expensive, and not everyone has this opportunity.

Ordinary people without soul power cannot become soul masters and can only do errands for the sect. But no matter what, they are still members of the sect, and their lives are much better than those of ordinary civilians outside the sect.

Ning Rongrong squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the high platform at the front.

"Dad, I'm here."

Before her stood a refined middle-aged man, flanked by two elderly men, none other than Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo. Ning Rongrong greeted the three of them in turn.

"Rongrong, are you busy again?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded.

Ning Fengzhi was also aware of his own cultivation practices.

He was very anxious at first, but he compromised under Ning Rongrong's insistence.

After all, Ning Rongrong had not awakened her martial soul.

In all aspects, he possesses the physical qualities of a typical Soul Master.

Therefore, Ning Fengzhi had some concerns about this cultivation method, but he didn't say anything.

Ning Fengzhi led Ning Rongrong to the Martial Soul Awakening Stone.

"Rongrong, put your hand on it."

"Um."

Ning Rongrong looked at the large crystal ball with the basketball on it and placed her hands on it with practiced ease.

I've seen stories about awakening martial spirits many times over the years.

The moment my palm touched the Awakening Stone.

The Awakening Stone began to glow, and the light grew brighter and brighter, slowly forming the outline of a pagoda.

On its side, there are engravings of 1 to 10.

Seeing the shimmering light on the scale, Ning Fengzhi's expression grew increasingly surprised.

"My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda." Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly. "My initial soul power level is level nine, no, level nine and a half..."

"Wow!"

Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong spat out a mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood was spilled onto the clear crystal ball.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi quickly reached out and hugged his daughter. The two Title Douluos also appeared as if in a flash, standing beside Ning Fengzhi and quickly checking Ning Rongrong's condition.

Realizing that Ning Rongrong was not seriously injured and had only temporarily fainted, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Ning Rongrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids slowly opened.

Her eyes were filled with confusion.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ning Rongrong's murmured voice attracted the attention of Ning Fengzhi and the others, and the three of them quickly gathered around the bed.

"Rongrong, you suddenly fainted when you were awakening your martial soul, which startled your father." Ning Fengzhi's face showed a worried expression.

"Yes, back then..." Ning Rongrong struggled to sit up in bed. Seeing her daughter's weak appearance, Ning Fengzhi quickly placed his hand on Ning Rongrong's back to support her.

Ning Rongrong's youthful face, however, gave the impression of being deathly pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Rongrong, stop practicing your cultivation techniques," Sword Douluo said sternly.

"That's right." Bone Douluo echoed, "We don't need to ask how you got your cultivation technique, but a technique that can make that bitch rest for more than a month to recover is something that a child like you could practice so freely."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo thoroughly examined Ning Rongrong's physical condition.

There is a strange energy within Ning Rongrong's body.

This energy clashed with his own soul power, which is why he fell into a coma when his martial soul awakened.

When Ning Rongrong's cultivation technique was discovered, Ning Fengzhi, worried about the potential danger, ordered her to reveal the technique, otherwise she would not be allowed to practice it.

As a result, Sword Douluo, who was as curious as a cat, believed that the technique was theoretically feasible.

After practicing the above trajectory several times, I experienced a reverse flow of soul power, which almost killed me. I endured it for more than a month with dark circles under my eyes before I was able to get rid of the aftereffects of the practice.

With Bone Douluo's reminder, Ning Fengzhi recalled what had happened and said to Ning Rongrong:

"It's not worth risking your future for an unknown cultivation technique. You have a brighter future ahead of you."

"No." Ning Rongrong shook her head. "Consider it my stubbornness! I cannot agree to give up cultivation."

"Rongrong! You are at the ninth and a half level of innate power, or even possibly at the full level of innate soul power." If Ning Rongrong hadn't suddenly fainted, causing the awakening ceremony to stop, her soul power would probably have continued to rise.

"Dad, I know." Ning Rongrong stretched out her palm, and a delicate little pagoda floated out from her palm. "Level 10 innate full soul power."

Ning Fengzhi, with a slightly trembling gaze upon confirming his innate full soul power.

Ning Rongrong put away the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her expression extremely serious: "Can you give me some time? Three years will be fine. I'm confident I can resolve my problems."

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