Fiancé

A young girl out on her own was bound to make people worry.

Xiao Wu pouted. "All right, then. I'll head back~"

After Xiao Wu left, Liu Yi leaped out the window and made his way to the top of the building.

As the saying went, the higher one stood, the farther one could see. The moment he left the room, Liu Yi spotted Ning Rongrong.

She sat beneath a large tree, crying her heart out.

Just as Liu Yi was about to go comfort Ning Rongrong, he noticed an old man who had appeared beside her at some point.

Liu Yi stopped in his tracks when he saw this. Others might not recognize him, but how could he not?

The old man crouched down and rubbed Ning Rongrong's head.

"Who upset our little princess?"

This man was none other than Sword Saint Chen Xin, a guardian elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A true Titled Douluo.

"Sword Grandfather~" Ning Rongrong threw herself into Chen Xin's arms, tears spilling from her eyes.

Chen Xin gently stroked Ning Rongrong's beautiful hair and asked in confusion,

"Rongrong, tell Grandfather what happened. Why are you crying here all alone?"

"Grandfather~ I'm fine."

"Rongrong, I watched you grow up. Do you think you can hide anything from Sword Grandfather? Hurry and tell me. Grandfather will stand up for you."

Ning Rongrong thought for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth and stomped her foot.

"Grandfather, Rongrong likes a boy."

Sword Douluo was visibly stunned. "Who?"

His purpose in coming this time was simple. First, he wanted to see Rongrong and find out how she was doing. Second, he had come to arrange something.

The old men had discussed this matter for a long time before finally reaching an agreement.

"One of the teachers... at our academy."

"No!" Chen Xin refused without a second thought.

"This is absolutely unacceptable. You don't get to decide such an important matter as your marriage. Do you hear me?"

Ning Rongrong's face filled with pain at Sword Grandfather's words.

Chen Xin's heart ached terribly when he saw how devastated Ning Rongrong was.

"Rongrong, you can't consider this matter right now. Your Father, Bone Grandfather, and I have discussed it. We've found you a fiancé."

"I don't want one!" Ning Rongrong blurted out without hesitation.

Chen Xin frowned. "Rongrong, this isn't something you can decide. Don't worry. The husband we found for you is exceptionally talented, young, and handsome."

"Grandfather came to see you today. I'll arrange for the two of you to meet soon. Sword Grandfather still has important matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first. Take care of yourself!"

With that, Sword Saint Chen Xin flew rapidly into the distance.

Ning Rongrong sat on the ground in a daze, tears flowing down her face uncontrollably.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the sect master's daughter, she had to obey the decisions of the family elders and her Father.

Falling in love with someone was absolutely forbidden.

"Sniff, sniff~"

Seeing Ning Rongrong so heartbroken, Liu Yi walked over to her. Though he did not know what Chen Xin had said just now, he was certain it had not been anything good.

"Rongrong~"

Ning Rongrong lifted her head. The moment she saw Liu Yi, she cried even harder.

"Brother!"

Liu Yi tightly embraced her delicate body and asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?"

"My Grandfather came to see me just now. He... he said he was arranging a marriage for me."

"Hm? A marriage? To whom?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head. She did not know who Sword Grandfather meant either.

Sword Grandfather had left in such a hurry that he had not explained the details to her.

Liu Yi frowned slightly. Who was Ning Rongrong going to marry?

"Brother~ I don't want to get married."

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one can force you to marry someone you don't like."

"Mhm, Brother... you're so good to me."

Early the next morning.

Liu Yi woke to a frantic knock on the door.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?" Liu Yi grumbled as he got dressed and opened the door.

Zhao Wuji stood outside, smiling at Liu Yi.

"Hm? Teacher Zhao? Why are you here so early?"

Liu Yi yawned and asked in confusion.

Zhao Wuji said, "Here's the thing. I just received word that the children will be facing the Berserk Team. I hope you'll come take a look."

"The Berserk Team?"

"That's right. I heard their captain, Berserk Rhinoceros, and the other members all have Soul Power above Level 35. This match will be rather difficult."

Liu Yi said nothing and simply sat in a chair, sipping tea.

Zhao Wuji was rather astonished to see him like this. How could he not be worried at all?

Before Zhao Wuji could say anything, Liu Yi calmly said, "They can handle this battle themselves. Don't worry. The Shrek Seven Devils will definitely win this match!"

"Hm?" Zhao Wuji frowned. "Brother Liu Yi, what do you mean by that? Are you saying you want to enter the match?"

"There are clear rules for Soul Arena matches. Your level cannot exceed theirs by more than ten levels, so you can't compete at all."

"Hehehe, Teacher Zhao, when did I ever say I wanted to compete? Sit down and have some tea. Relax. Don't be so nervous."

Zhao Wuji sighed and dropped into a chair, picking up a cup and pouring himself some tea.

"How can I not be nervous? I heard the Berserk Team has won six matches in a row. No one has been able to defeat them."

Liu Yi glanced at Zhao Wuji and shook his head. Zhao Wuji was good in every respect except this one—he was far too afraid of his opponents.

Although Soul Masters were ranked by level, that did not mean those with higher levels were invincible. Back then, Tang Hao had severely injured the Level 95 Qian Xunji while only at Level 90. Why had he won?

Was it not because he possessed the heart of a powerhouse?

The aura of a king was what mattered most.

If you wanted to rise above others, you had to put in more effort than ordinary people, especially in shaping your character.

If you were naturally cowardly, then without question, you would be useless for the rest of your life.

For Zhao Wuji to have reached such a level of Soul Power, he was likely nothing more than someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

He groveled before Tang Hao, yet put on airs before the children. What achievement was there in that?

"Teacher Zhao, if you trust me, then just stay put. We'll go over when they begin."

"But..."

Zhao Wuji was about to say something, but when he saw the kingly expression on Liu Yi's face, he could only sigh.

He sat in his chair and drained the tea in one gulp.

"Fine. I'll listen to you."

It was not until evening that the two finally left the room and headed straight for the Soto Great Soul Arena.

When they arrived at the private room, Tang San and the others were discussing the upcoming battle. They all stood when they saw the two enter.

"Teacher Liu, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji nodded. "Mm. Study your opponents' strength carefully. Remember, do not underestimate them. Underestimating the enemy is a grave military taboo. Understood?"

"Understood."

Flender smiled faintly. He did not seem anxious at all and was instead rather relaxed, sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, occasionally eating some fruit.