The Creditor Comes Knocking (Please Follow, Please Recommend)

"Brother Xiaowei, was that fierce little old man Poison Douluo? He was so ugly, even uglier than Grandpa Bone."

"Brother Xiaowei, why did you give him the Soul Bone? I spent three million Gold Soul Coins on it. Wouldn't it have been better for you to use it yourself?"

"Oh, right, Brother Xiaowei, what exactly is I Love a Piece of Wood? And what does Raw Rice Cooked into Cooked Rice mean?"

"Hey, Brother Xiaowei, why is your face red?"

Yu Xiaowei covered Ning Rongrong's mouth and said with a headache, "My dear little ancestor, stop talking already. You're giving me a splitting headache. And stay out of adult matters, you little kid."

"Aren't you a kid too?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, tilted her head, and stopped speaking to him.

"Damn Dugu Bo."

Seeing her like that, Yu Xiaowei gritted his teeth and cursed furiously in his heart.

That cowardly old bastard didn't dare hit him, so he loudly shouted in the private room for him to take I Love a Piece of Wood and make some Raw Rice Cooked into Cooked Rice.

He did it on purpose. Absolutely on purpose. That old bastard had wanted Ning Rongrong to hear it.

Damn it, Dugu Bo, you're a Titled Douluo. Is this kind of rotten trick something a human could come up with?

After cursing "bastard" a hundred times in his heart, Yu Xiaowei sent Ning Rongrong back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before returning home himself.

At dawn the next day.

The moment Yu Xiaowei opened his eyes, he saw Sword Douluo Chen Xin standing beside his bed, glaring at him with a pair of bull-like eyes. The fright nearly made him leap out of bed.

What the hell? His bedroom was deep within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It was one thing for a little brat like Ning Rongrong to get in, but how had Chen Xin gotten in?

"G-Good morning, Grandpa Sword."

Chen Xin did not answer. He simply stood there in silence.

Yu Xiaowei's legs went weak under that stare. He forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Grandpa Sword, don't scare me. I'm a timid person..."

"You're timid?"

Chen Xin's voice was like a sharp blade, so cold that goosebumps rose all over Yu Xiaowei's body.

"Heh. I Love a Piece of Wood? Boy, I'd say your courage has practically reached the heavens."

Cold sweat instantly broke out across Yu Xiaowei's forehead. He stammered, "N-No, that's not it, Grandpa Sword. Listen to my explanation!"

"Hmph."

Chen Xin had no interest in hearing his excuses. He grabbed Yu Xiaowei and headed straight for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Poor Yu Xiaowei wore only pajamas as he flew through the clouds on Chen Xin's Sword Flight early in the morning. Worse still, his Soul Power had been sealed, leaving him completely unable to ward off the cold.

By the time they reached the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was shivering like a large quail from the cold.

"Come. You're meeting the Sect Master."

With an expressionless face, Chen Xin carried him into the council hall in great strides.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his usual chair, drinking tea. The moment he saw Yu Xiaowei's appearance, he could not help but laugh.

Gu Rong, seated nearby, walked over with a pained expression, released Yu Xiaowei's sealed Soul Power, and draped his own coat over him.

Yu Xiaowei sniffled hard and said pitifully, "Uncle Ning, if you want me dead, just say so. Don't have Grandpa Sword torture me like this."

"You old sword bastard, look what you've done! What if Xiaowei catches a chill?!"

Gu Rong, who had long been holding back his anger, roared at Chen Xin.

"With his body, do you think he'd freeze sick?"

Chen Xin replied blandly, utterly unconcerned by Gu Rong's furious glare.

Watching the two men square off, Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless wry smile. "Enough, Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle. We brought Xiaowei here for serious business. Stop arguing first."

Three pairs of eyes focused on Yu Xiaowei. His body instantly stiffened as he wildly guessed why Ning Fengzhi had called him here.

Then Ning Fengzhi asked solemnly, "Xiaowei, what do you think of Rongrong?"

The moment that question came out, Chen Xin and Gu Rong both stretched their necks forward, staring at him with grave expressions.

"Huh?"

Yu Xiaowei stared dumbfoundedly at the three serious-looking men before him.

That's it? This is why? You dragged me out of bed at dawn and froze me all the way here for this?

He roared inwardly, then let out a heavy sigh.

The instant they heard him sigh, Ning Fengzhi and the others felt their hearts tighten.

"I think Rongrong's pretty great. We get along well," Yu Xiaowei said matter-of-factly.

The three immediately beamed with joy.

Ning Fengzhi smiled. "Xiaowei, you know that Rongrong is my only daughter. Her brothers are all far older than she is, and she normally has no playmates. When you have time, spend more time playing with her."

As he spoke, he took out a red crystal Soul Coin Card from his robes and stuffed it into Yu Xiaowei's hand.

"Take this money. Every time you take Rongrong out, you spend your own money. That isn't right. Your uncle's family doesn't lack this little bit, and if Rongrong throws a tantrum and spends recklessly again, just tell your uncle."

Yu Xiaowei blankly clutched the Soul Coin Card in his hand. If he still did not understand what Ning Fengzhi meant, then he would have lived two lives for nothing.

Has this old man gone mad from wanting a son-in-law? I'm only twelve!!!

"Thank you, Uncle."

Yu Xiaowei politely thanked him. "Uncle Ning, if there's nothing else, I'll head home first."

"Good, good. Sword Uncle, take Xiaowei home."

"No, no need to go through all that trouble. I can get home by myself."

"So, does this mean your father told you to come play with me whenever you have nothing to do?"

Looking at Ning Rongrong, who was tugging at the corner of her clothes in front of him, Yu Xiaowei could not help but feel another headache coming on.

"Mm."

Ning Rongrong's face flushed red as she nodded softly.

Though she was only eleven, she was the legitimate daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and knew the sect's rules. Ning Fengzhi had made things so obvious. If she still did not understand, she would be an idiot.

"This Ning Fengzhi..."

Forget it. I won't think about it. I'll just let things take their course.

"Rongrong, let's go. We're going to collect a debt from Dugu Bo."

Yu Xiaowei took Ning Rongrong's little hand and led her toward Sunset Forest.

At that moment, within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo, who had lost half his hair, sat cross-legged beside the spring and cultivated. Because of his poison, he only felt somewhat comfortable in this place where ice and fire energies clashed.

However, his episodes had become much less frequent recently, and their symptoms had eased considerably. Yu Xiaowei's treatment truly had been remarkably effective.

But whenever he thought about how that brat had tricked him and saddled him with an enormous debt, anger surged within him. Yet he could neither hit Yu Xiaowei nor do anything else, so he could only vent with a few sharp words.

After finishing his cultivation, Dugu Bo clasped his hands behind his back and inspected the surroundings. Looking at the Immortal Herbs blooming in brilliant competition, he tried to pull one out for a taste, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up.

The last time he tested medicine, he had nearly eaten himself to death. He did not dare try again this time.

"Strange. How was that little bastard so certain that chrysanthemum would work for him? Could it be that he truly knows the herbs here?"

Dugu Bo muttered as he brushed his hand over each Immortal Herb, his movements as gentle as if he were caressing his lover.

Suddenly, he stopped and frowned as he looked upward.

Someone had broken through his poison formation.

Just as he was about to go up and see who was bold enough to do that, an infuriating voice drifted down from the cliff.

"Senior Dugu, it's tiiiime to repay your deeeebt!"

The echoes rang continuously through the valley. Veins bulged on Dugu Bo's forehead, and he wished he could rush up right now and beat Yu Xiaowei senseless.

Who the hell borrowed money yesterday and demanded repayment today?