Ning Rongrong Goes Crying to Find Her Father

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Ning Rongrong's noisy voice echoed through Yu Xiaowei's room.

"Brother Xiaowei, Brother Xiaowei, take me out to play."

"Don't you have to cultivate every day?"

Yu Xiaowei rubbed Ning Rongrong's little head, his face full of helplessness.

Ning Fengzhi had gone mad. He used to at least force this little princess to cultivate, but now he did not care at all, driving her over to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan every day.

He had been back from the Star Luo Empire for a week, and Ning Rongrong had come to play with him every day, making it impossible for him to cultivate.

"My father doesn't care about me anymore."

"He even said that I'm an unprecedented genius in the history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and that I'll definitely become the strongest support-type Titled Douluo in history~"

With her hands on her hips and her chin raised, Ning Rongrong spoke smugly.

"Are you level thirty yet?"

Yu Xiaowei suddenly asked.

Ning Rongrong froze at his question, then pouted.

"No. I only reached level twenty-nine a few days ago. How could it be that fast?"

"Sigh."

Yu Xiaowei sighed, then poked Ning Rongrong's forehead with his finger and began lecturing her.

"Rongrong, I'm only half a year older than you, but I'm already level thirty-eight. In another two or three months, I'll probably reach level forty."

"Look at you. You're only level twenty-nine, yet you're already so pleased with yourself. When will you ever catch up to me? I'm telling you, that attitude won't do!"

"How about this? Starting today, you'll cultivate with me. You accompany me while I train during the day, and I'll take you out to play at night. How about it?"

Ning Rongrong shrank her neck and cautiously asked.

"Brother Xiaowei, can I not cultivate?"

"No! It's settled!"

"Waaah—"

Half an hour later.

Having changed into a different outfit, Ning Rongrong stood before Yu Xiaowei with a miserable expression.

"Mm, it's nice to change things up. You wear dresses all day long. What if you expose yourself while fighting someone?"

Yu Xiaowei looked approvingly at Ning Rongrong, now dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and pants, with the feeling that his child bride had finally grown up.

"First, follow me for some physical training. Let's keep it simple, hmm. Just run two laps around Heaven Dou City."

"Ah!!!"

Ning Rongrong was utterly dumbfounded. One lap around the outskirts of Heaven Dou City was no less than a hundred kilometers. Two laps?

She looked doubtfully at her thin arms and legs, then turned and ran.

Help—!

Yu Xiaowei is trying to kill me!

Before she could get far, Yu Xiaowei grabbed the back of her collar and lifted her up.

"I see you're rather impatient. Don't rush. We'll start the training once we get outside the city."

With that, he strode toward the door.

"Brother Xiaowei, can I switch to another kind of training? I'm a support Soul Master, a support Soul Master!!!"

Ning Rongrong kicked her legs futilely. Seeing that Yu Xiaowei had no intention of letting go, she pleaded miserably.

"That makes it even more necessary. As a support Soul Master, being able to run is the most important thing in battle."

"Brother Xiaowei, it's almost noon already. By the time we finish running, it'll be dark. How about we wait until tomorrow morning?"

Ning Rongrong stopped struggling and tried to negotiate instead.

Hearing that, Yu Xiaowei suspiciously looked up at the sky. After stroking his chin and calculating for a while, he nodded.

"Mm, you're right. If I run two laps with you, we probably won't even get dinner. Then come lift iron with me!"

"Ah, lift... lift what?"

Ning Rongrong's face reddened. She lowered her head and spat lightly, "You're awful. I-I'm still young..."

Smack—!

A hard knuckle rap landed on her head.

"What nonsense are you thinking? Come with me and see which one you can use."

Clutching her head, Ning Rongrong followed Yu Xiaowei into his private training yard, grimacing in pain.

The moment she entered.

All sorts of dumbbells, barbells, and other bizarre training equipment filled her vision.

Though she had no idea what these things were for, the sight of those enormous iron bars made her eyelids twitch.

Yu Xiaowei ran his hand over the dumbbells one by one, then picked out the smallest and beckoned to her.

"Rongrong, come try this one."

Looking at the dumbbell head, which was even bigger than her own head, Ning Rongrong gulped hard and asked in a trembling voice.

"Brother Xiaowei, how heavy is that thing in your hand?"

"Mm, let me see. It's not that heavy, just over a hundred jin."

Yu Xiaowei casually swung the dumbbell as if it were a toothpick, looking somewhat disdainful.

By now, Ning Rongrong's calves had started trembling.

With her lips pursed and tears swirling in her eyes, she said pitifully.

"Brother Xiaowei, can I go home to cultivate? If I cultivate with you, I'm afraid I'll die here."

"No. If you go home, you'll stop cultivating again. Be good, come on, just try it once."

"Waaah, Father, Rongrong misses you..."

That evening.

Yu Xiaowei carried the utterly exhausted Ning Rongrong on his back as they returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The moment Ning Fengzhi, who was drinking tea, saw how close they looked, his face lit up as he greeted them.

"Xiaowei, you came to visit."

The instant Ning Rongrong saw Ning Fengzhi, she suddenly jumped off Yu Xiaowei's back, rushed forward, threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears.

"Father, Brother Xiaowei, Brother Xiaowei bullied me!!!"

Ning Fengzhi's smile suddenly froze as he looked furiously at Yu Xiaowei.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire hall solidified.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong appeared from who knew where, silently materializing in the hall.

Three murderous gazes glared at Yu Xiaowei at once.

"No, Uncle Ning, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, listen to my explanation—"

Yu Xiaowei immediately panicked, repeatedly waving his hands as he backed away.

Chen Xin snorted coldly, and Yu Xiaowei was frozen in place.

"Yu Xiaowei, you've got some nerve, bullying my precious daughter!"

"It's already come to this, and you still want to make excuses?"

Ning Fengzhi handed Ning Rongrong over to Chen Xin, then walked over with an icy expression.

"This little girl set me up on purpose."

Seeing Ning Rongrong hiding in Chen Xin's arms and sticking her tongue out at him playfully, Yu Xiaowei gritted his teeth in anger.

But under the pressure of two Titled Douluo, he could not even move.

He could only watch helplessly as Ning Fengzhi walked up to him and said in deep distress.

"You two are still so young. How could you do such a thing? Sigh—!"

"Forget it, forget it. I'll go speak to your father about the marriage and get your wedding arranged quickly. It would be bad if a life were made."

Yu Xiaowei and Ning Rongrong stared at him in stunned disbelief.

What on earth had Ning Fengzhi imagined?