Your Father Put It Mildly

Lin Chen looked at the girl in front of him with amusement and casually asked, "Did your father send you to find me?"

"I came by myself!" Ning Rongrong snorted, puffing out her cheeks in anger. "My dad always says I'm not as good as this person or that person."

"I'd like to see just how capable the people he invited really are!"

Lin Chen nodded, straightened up from the door frame, and asked with a smile, "So what do you want to do?"

"Fight me!" Ning Rongrong said decisively. "If you can beat me, I'll admit you're good."

Lin Chen glanced at her, sensing the aura of level 18 Soul Power emanating from her, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Rongrong glared at Lin Chen and asked angrily.

"It's nothing." Lin Chen waved his hand, suppressing a laugh, and walked to the center of the courtyard. "How about this, I won't use Soul Rings or Soul Skills. If you can make me take half a step back, you win."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she Shi Xing: "You said it yourself!"

Lin smiled and nodded, "That's right, I said, as long as you can do it."

Ning Rongrong didn't waste any words. Her Soul Power surged beneath her feet, and a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, about a foot tall, rose from her palm. The pagoda's body shimmered with seven colors and was filled with a radiant glow.

A Yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath her feet. With her level 18 Soul Power and the boost from her First Soul Ring, her aura instantly surged.

"First Soul Skill: Strength Amplification!"

The first level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lit up, and a beam of light shot into Ning Rongrong's body. Her arms visibly thickened, and her Soul Power fluctuations more than doubled.

Ning Rongrong pushed off with her feet and rushed forward, throwing a punch at Lin Chen's chest.

"Bang!"

The fist struck Lin Chen in the chest with a dull thud. Lin Chen stood rooted to the spot, unmoved.

"You..." Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, withdrew her fist, took half a step back, and looked Lin Chen up and down again.

Although she didn't use her full strength in that punch, she still used about 70-80% of her power. With the added boost from the Strength Amplification, it could have cracked even a rock.

"Are you trying to be cute with me? How come you have no strength to fight back?" Lin Chen glanced at Ning Rongrong, a mocking smile creeping onto his face.

"You forced me to do this!" Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, and the first level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lit up again. "First Soul Skill, Strength Amplification!"

Her strength instantly increased again. She lightly touched the ground with her feet, circled around to Lin Chen's back, and punched him in the back.

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud. Lin Chen didn't even change his posture, just smiled and glanced back at her, his face full of mockery.

"That's impossible!" Ning Rongrong's face flushed red instantly, and she took five or six steps back, her chest heaving violently.

She stared at Lin Chen, her lips pressed into a thin line, and the light from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand began to flicker erratically.

"I haven't lost yet!" she shouted, raising the tower above her head. The light from inside the tower shot into her body at the same time, and the power and speed combined, making her rush forward like a cannonball.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He threw three punches in quick succession: one to the chest, one to the ribs, and one to the shoulder. Each punch landed squarely, making loud thuds all over Lin Chen's body.

Lin Chen stood still, not even a wrinkle on his clothes.

Having been tempered by the Ice and Fire Golden Body, let alone a six or seven-year-old girl throwing a few punches with an amplified Soul Skill, even a full-force attack from Soul Ancestor- level opponent might not be able to make him take a single step back.

After Ning Rongrong finished hitting him, she took several steps back, bent over, panting heavily, her forehead covered in sweat, her two braids undone, and her hair plastered to her face.

Her Soul Power had been largely depleted, and the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had become much weaker.

Lin Chen looked down at his clothes, patted non-existent dust off his chest, and asked with amusement, "Finished? Want to throw a few more punches?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and stared intently at him, her eyes already glistening with tears, but she bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall.

"Your dad said you're arrogant and complacent, and don't know your own limitations. Before I came, I thought he might be exaggerating."

Lin Chen looked into her eyes and said calmly, "But now it seems he was too lenient."

Ning Rongrong's body stiffened.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one support Martial Soul on the continent, that's true."

"But the purpose of a support Martial Soul is to assist others. No matter how strong your Martial Soul is, you're just doing the work for others, not charging into battle yourself."

Lin Chen paused for a moment, then added, "If you think you can do whatever you want just because you have innate level nine Soul Power, then go out and ask around. Which of those Titled Douluo outside doesn't have Innate Full Soul Power?"

"What's more, because of your flawed Martial Soul, you'll never break through level 80 in this lifetime, you won't even become Soul Douluo, let alone Titled Douluo. With this kind of talent, you dare to call yourself a genius?"

Ning Rongrong stood still, her eyes welling up with tears, but she didn't let them fall.

Lin Chen turned and walked into the house, but stopped after a couple of steps. He turned his head and said, "Go back and think it over carefully. Come back to me when you've figured it out. Don't make it seem like I'm bullying you."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and went inside. After closing the door, the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Ning Rongrong stood at the door for a long time, while Dugu Bo sat on the steps at the entrance of the side room, holding a wine pot and watching the show without saying a word.

"You just wait, I won't forgive you!" After standing there for a while, Ning Rongrong stomped her foot angrily, turned around and ran out.

Dugu Bo took a swig of wine and shouted into the house, "You went too far, didn't you? She's just a young girl."

"I didn't hit her, so where did I go wrong?" Lin Chen's nonchalant voice came from inside the house.

Dugu Bo snorted, "You really have a sharp tongue, kid. What you said is far more damaging than beating this little girl up."

"I was just stating the facts," Lin Chen replied casually, then fell silent and continued cultivating in his room.

"This kid is really indifferent to people he's not interested in..." Dugu Bo shook his head helplessly and continued drinking.

The next morning

Lin Chen had just woken up from his cultivation when he heard footsteps coming from Courtyard Gate again.

He opened the door and saw Ning Fengzhi standing there with a smile on his face.

"Young friend Lin Chen, I've heard about what happened yesterday." Ning Fengzhi smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "That girl Rongrong locked herself in her room after she got back and didn't come out all night?"

"He did run out early this morning, without saying a word, and went straight to the Training Grounds."

Lin Chen leaned against the doorframe and joked, "So, Sect Master Ning has come today to interrogate me?"

"Don't mention it." Ning Fengzhi smiled and shook his head, "I came here specifically to thank you. That girl never went to the Training Grounds on her own initiative before; this is the first time."