Douro Continent

Chapter 270 Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School (Part 2)

A refined-looking middle-aged man entered the hall accompanied by an elderly man in white. If Tang San and Xiao Wu were here, they would definitely recognize this man as the bidder they had encountered at the auction, the one even Prince Xue Xing dared not provoke.

And this person is none other than Ning Rongrong's father, Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who is known as the number one support soul master on the continent.

Ning Fengzhi spotted his daughter immediately and strode over. "Girl, why are you turning your back to your father? It's been almost a year, and I've missed you terribly!"

Ning Rongrong turned around abruptly. "Miss me? Yeah, right. You'd love for me not to be home."

Seeing his daughter's sullen face, Ning Fengzhi felt a pang of pity. He sat down on the sofa and reached out to hug her. However, Ning Rongrong turned away and dodged him.

Ning Fengzhi was startled when he realized he couldn't hold his daughter. Although he was a support-type Soul Master, his immense Soul Power, reaching level 70 or higher, had greatly enhanced his body, making him much stronger than an ordinary person.

Ning Rongrong inherited his martial soul, which is also of the support type. Although he only casually reached out to hug her, his speed was not slow, and his daughter easily dodged it.

Ning Rongrong, unaware of her father's surprise, ran straight to the white-robed old man and threw herself into his arms. "Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Sword, I missed you so much! Waaah..." Overwhelmed with emotion at being reunited with her loved ones after so long, Ning Rongrong, still a young girl, burst into tears.

The old man in white quickly and tenderly embraced her small, delicate body. "My dear, my little darling, you're finally back. Grandpa Sword missed you so much!"

Ning Rongrong looked up. "Really?"

The old man in white said solemnly, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, ask your bone grandfather."

Ning Rongrong blinked her clear, big eyes. "But Grandpa Bone just told me that he thinks about me a little more than you think about me."

"He's talking nonsense." The white-robed old man showed no respect to the withered old man. "It's clearly me who misses you more."

"You're the one talking nonsense." The withered old man suddenly stood up from the sofa. His terrifying height was nearly two and a half meters, and coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more frightening.

"Not convinced? Come on, let's find a place to fight one-on-one." The old man in white straightened his chest and stared at his opponent without fear.

"Alright, alright. Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you've been fighting your whole lives. Rongrong just got back, let's call it a day." Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him.

"Hmph." The white-robed old man and the withered old man snorted almost simultaneously, neither looking at the other, their gazes both falling on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's big eyes darted around, and she said, "I have a way to prove which of my two grandfathers misses me more."

Ning Fengzhi slapped his forehead, thinking to himself, "The little witch is still the little witch. The house has become lively as soon as she came back." He couldn't help but say, "Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue at her father. She was clearly not afraid of him at all, otherwise she wouldn't have the nickname "Little Witch." "You don't miss me, but you won't let your two grandpas miss me! I came all this way back, but you're not home. Grandpas, how about this, you both give Rongrong a gift. Whoever's gift Rongrong likes the most is the one who misses Rongrong more."

"Uh..." The two old men exchanged a glance, thinking at the same time, "Why is it this trick again?"

Ning Fengzhi suppressed a laugh and said, "Alright, Rongrong, come here quickly and let Daddy see you. Who said Daddy doesn't miss you? Daddy has prepared a gift for you. If you don't behave, the gift won't be there."

"A gift? What is it?" Upon hearing the word "gift," Ning Rongrong was clearly intrigued and ran to her father in a few steps.

Ning Fengzhi calmly reached out to hug his daughter, but Ning Rongrong turned around again, easily dodging his hand, and pouted, saying, "Give me the gift first, or I won't let you hug me."

This time, it wasn't just Ning Fengzhi who was surprised; the two elders also exchanged a surprised glance.

Due to the unique nature of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, even a Title Douluo cannot discern the extent of her soul power.

Ning Fengzhi's heart stirred, and he asked, "Rongrong, tell Daddy what level your soul power is. If you make progress, Daddy will give you a gift."

Upon hearing her father ask about her soul power, Ning Rongrong immediately became proud. "Dad, my aptitude is much better than yours. I haven't been lazy this year, and my soul power hasn't increased much, just about ten levels."

"So little? Rongrong, you'll have to work harder. Wait, how much did you say?" Ning Fengzhi knew his daughter all too well. From childhood to adulthood, Ning Rongrong hated cultivation the most. Although she had exceptional talent, she was always forced to practice for a short while, and only when there were various benefits involved.

When he realized that Ning Rongrong was referring to level ten, his face was filled with disbelief.

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes and looked at her father innocently. "I said level ten! That's a bit low, but I'll try my best."

Ning Fengzhi's voice changed slightly, "Level 10? You were level 27 when you left, so you're level 37 now? You're not lying to your father, are you?"

Ning Rongrong said, "Bad daddy, you don't believe me. Although Rongrong was a bit naughty before, I never lie. If you don't believe me, let the two grandpas see." As she spoke, she ran directly to the old man in white and stretched out her little hand.

The old man in white grasped Ning Rongrong's hand, and after a moment, his face was filled with astonishment. "Feng Zhi, that's right, this girl's soul power has reached level thirty-seven. This is truly unbelievable. I've never heard of anyone being able to increase their soul power by ten levels in a year. Even that kid who was hailed as the youngest Title Douluo couldn't do that. Could it be that our Rongrong is truly a genius? Or is Shrek Academy really that powerful?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously, "Grandpa Jian, how did you know I went to Shrek Academy?"

The old man in white laughed and said, "How could we not know? You are our precious darling. Your whereabouts have always been known to your father."

Ning Fengzhi's expression had become serious. He and the two family retainers in front of him knew all too well what the cultivation process of a Soul Master was like.

If a Soul Master wants to improve their cultivation, they must proceed steadily. If they are too hasty, their life will be in immediate danger.

In the world of Soul Masters, there exists a wicked cultivation method that sacrifices one's own life force to achieve faster power increases. He absolutely did not want his daughter to be taught this method at Shrek Academy.

If that's the case...

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes revealed a murderous aura.

The old man in white and the withered old man had obviously considered this possibility as well, and their expressions darkened simultaneously.

Ning Rongrong looked at her two grandfathers, then at her father, and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with you two? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Ning Fengzhi stood up and walked to his daughter. "Rongrong, immediately tell me everything that happened during your training at Shrek Academy this past year. Don't leave anything out. I need to know why you were able to improve so quickly."

Even if his daughter had indeed practiced that evil method, it was only for a year. As a leading figure among support-type Soul Masters, he might still have a way to undo it.

Ning Rongrong looked at her father, somewhat puzzled. "Dad, are you alright? When I wasn't cultivating properly, you called me lazy. Now that I've increased my soul power so much, why are you suddenly so worried?"

Ning Fengzhi said seriously, "I'm afraid you'll go astray. I'm not joking with you. Quickly tell me about your cultivation process."

Although Ning Rongrong is usually not afraid of her father, she is still afraid when Ning Fengzhi gets serious. "When I secretly ran away to Shrek Academy and joined the academy, I found out that I was actually the weakest one..."

Ning Rongrong then began to recount her journey of cultivation at Shrek Academy, starting from her entry there. She also briefly described the Shrek Seven Devils.

When Ning Rongrong mentioned how the other members of the Shrek Seven Devils initially rejected her, the withered old man beside her couldn't help but say, "Rongrong, are you kidding me? Are all the kids your age there stronger than you?"

Ning Rongrong chuckled and said, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. Our Dean Flander has a famous saying: Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. He even calls us little monsters."

The old man in white said, "If it's really as you say, then you little guys are truly little monsters. Shrek Academy lives up to its reputation. But even so, I don't believe he can teach you to increase your soul power by ten levels in just one year."

Ning Rongrong said, "Listen to me..." She then recounted the process of the master coming to Shrek Academy and beginning their intensive training. Listening to her description, Ning Fengzhi and the two elders gradually showed expressions of understanding, and at the same time, they couldn't help but admire her secretly.

Ning Rongrong kept talking about entering the New Shrek Academy for training, "...Two months ago, after I broke through level 30, with the help of the teachers, I obtained my third spirit ring."

(End of this chapter)