Sword Douluo, Please Instruct Me!

The carriage curtain was drawn back. Bibi Dong sat upright in the seat of honor, holding Qian Guxing in her arms, while Hu Liena stood beside her. The three Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and Ling Yuan, guarded the front of the carriage.

Ning Fengzhi held Ning Rongrong's hand, with the two Titled Douluo, Sword and Bone, behind him. As he looked at Bibi Dong sitting upright in the carriage, too indifferent even to move her backside, the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.

Yet Ning Fengzhi dared not show any dissatisfaction. Even if he were drunk out of his mind, he would not dare say the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could face Spirit Hall head-on.

The Clear Sky Sect of years past was the best example.

"Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, pays his respects to His Holiness the Pope."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and respectfully bowed to Bibi Dong.

Behind him, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo wore cold expressions. A Titled Douluo could not be humiliated; they had their own pride.

As for Ning Rongrong at Ning Fengzhi's side, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had spoiled her rotten since childhood. She was a little demoness who feared neither heaven nor earth, and her eyes rested on Qian Guxing without blinking.

Qian Guxing's extraordinary charm captured the Little Demoness in an instant. She tugged at Ning Fengzhi's hand and said coquettishly:

"Dad, I want him to play with me!"

Her voice was clearly sweet and charming, but there and then, it made the atmosphere freeze completely.

Ning Fengzhi's face turned slightly pale. My little ancestor.

They did not know who Qian Guxing was.

But since the current Pope held Qian Guxing in her arms, he clearly came from an extraordinary background.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also stepped forward at once and stopped Ning Rongrong, who wanted to say something more.

A cold glint flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Just then.

A system notification sounded:

[Ding! Male lead Ning Rongrong discovered!]

[Ning Rongrong, young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Innate Soul Power: level nine. She is hailed as the person most likely to break through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's upper limit.

At present, Ning Rongrong is arrogant and overbearing, provoking all of Spirit Hall in front of your teacher.

As the female protagonist, you choose:

Choice one: You understand the essence of keeping a low profile. Stay out of grown-ups' affairs and let your teacher Bibi Dong handle it herself. Reward: charm +50!

Choice two: I have the strongest backing in all of Douluo, with the Five Great God Kings behind me and the Pope at my side. Why should I fear anyone's edge? Face Ning Rongrong and suppress the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Reward: low-grade immortal cultivation technique, "Everlasting Spring Art"!]

The languid Qian Guxing's eyes widened slightly.

An immortal cultivation technique?

Though the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was a heavily modified version.

At its core, it still belonged to the martial arts system.

Qian Guxing could hardly imagine what kind of chemical reaction his True Essence Dao Body and an immortal cultivation technique might produce together?!

More importantly, Qian Guxing had great comprehension. Going from zero to one might be difficult, but becoming a god on Douluo was easy, and with an endless lifespan, how far off could it be to use the Everlasting Spring Art as a foundation to deduce the rest of an immortal cultivation system?!

Qian Guxing thought for only 0.1 seconds before making his decision.

I have to get this reward!

At that moment.

Because Ning Rongrong had disregarded propriety, the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Qian Guxing knew the opportunity would vanish in a flash. While Bibi Dong was not paying attention, he wriggled out of her arms, landed on the ground, and cupped his hands toward Sword Douluo:

"Since the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is in such a playful mood, I, though untalented, have heard that Sword Douluo's swordsmanship stands unrivaled under heaven, second only to our Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, Qian Daoliu. I would especially like to ask you to instruct me in a few moves."

The formerly tense atmosphere changed completely.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened as he stared blankly at Qian Guxing. Wait, is this kid really that daring?

Even Bone Douluo, who was closest to Sword Douluo, could not process it for a moment.

What the heck?

A six-year-old brat who might not even have acquired a Soul Ring dared to challenge a Titled Douluo!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were equally incredulous.

Only Ling Yuan Douluo, who had suffered at Qian Guxing's hands before, twitched at the corner of her mouth, guessing that Qian Guxing was definitely hatching something wicked.

Sword Douluo looked at Qian Guxing. Qian Guxing neither flinched nor looked away, standing tall and brimming with fighting spirit.

That stirred a few more flames of anger in Sword Douluo's heart.

He was not merely annoyed by Qian Guxing's arrogance.

It was also because Qian Guxing had mentioned Qian Daoliu. Years ago, Sword Douluo's father had challenged Qian Daoliu in pursuit of the pinnacle of the sword and died from his grave injuries.

Though he had brought it upon himself because his skill was inferior.

Qian Daoliu was still the enemy who had killed his father.

Sword Douluo suppressed his anger and looked at Bibi Dong.

In this situation, Qian Guxing could not make the decision. Only the Pope, Bibi Dong, was qualified to have the final say.

Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Guxing, considered it briefly, and nodded.

"Since my disciple is interested, I'm sorry to trouble you to instruct him in a few moves, Sword Douluo."

At those words, Sword Douluo's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo did not look pleased either.

However oblivious Ning Rongrong was, she too realized the situation had taken a bad turn. She stared in disbelief at the supremely confident Qian Guxing, shaken.

She could not imagine how a little boy her own age could be so bold as to challenge a Titled Douluo!

An emotion called admiration spread through Ning Rongrong's heart.

Admiring the strong was human instinct.

Besides, in the original story, Ning Rongrong's first romantic interest was the stronger Tang San. Only because she could not steal him away did she ultimately settle for second best and choose Oscar.

Because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a purely support-type Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong's underlying admiration for the strong ran deeper than most people's.

The qualities of a strong person that Qian Guxing displayed now deeply stirred Ning Rongrong's instinct to admire strength.

"Go, handsome big brother!"

Ning Rongrong could not help calling out.

Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo looked at this little cotton-padded jacket that let the wind through, their feelings complicated.

Even Qian Guxing felt a little helpless. She truly deserved to be called the Little Demoness; once her lovestruck brain took over, she did not even know which side she was on.

Pulling himself together, Qian Guxing jumped down from the carriage, stopped more than three meters from Sword Douluo, and cupped his hands.

"Please instruct me, Your Excellency Sword Douluo."

"I won't use any Soul Skills. If you can touch me, you win."

Angry as Sword Douluo was, he still cared about his reputation. If word got out that he had used Soul Skills while sparring with a child, the good name he had built over a lifetime would be ruined.

Seeing the two poised to clash, Hu Liena's heart clenched.

Bibi Dong, however, remained calm. Freed from the suppression of the Rakshasa's evil thoughts and having received a God Trial reward, her strength was already no less than that of a level 99 Limit Douluo.

Even if Sword Douluo tried to kill him on the sly, Bibi Dong was absolutely confident she could stop him.

Once both sides were in position, Ning Fengzhi acted as referee and said:

"In that case, let the Soul Fighting begin!"

The instant Ning Fengzhi's words fell.

The Destruction Sword Mark on Qian Guxing's right hand blossomed, and a purple-black longsword appeared in his grip. At the same time, he shouted in a low voice:

"Descend, Falling Star Heavenly Blade!"

A pitch-black cross-shaped great blade appeared in Qian Guxing's left hand.

A sword in one hand and a blade in the other, Qian Guxing was wreathed in an utterly terrifying pressure.

Once an expert made a move, one could tell whether he had real skill.

Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo, and the others, who had originally looked down on him, were all shaken at once.

Whether it was the Destruction Sword Mark or the Falling Star Heavenly Blade, both were supreme treasures of slaughter beyond their understanding.

The Falling Star Heavenly Blade in particular, with the astonishing Spiritual Pressure it emitted from the laws of the Bleach world, made even Sword Douluo, a Titled Douluo, faintly sense danger!

Before Sword Douluo could react, Qian Guxing had already vanished from where he stood!