Little Devil Girl

The next day, Luo Ling was awakened by a commotion.

"Whoever's in there, come out!"

"You can't, Young Miss! The people inside are Sect Leader's honored guests."

"What honored guests? I've heard all about it! They threatened Dad and even want our secret technique."

"Dad didn't come back to rest all night. They must be responsible!"

The noisy voices outside reached him as Luo Ling slowly woke up.

After yawning, the Raven Shadow Puppet, transformed into a Crow, landed on his shoulder.

After transforming into Ultimate Darkness, the Raven Shadow Puppet had become far more agile. It could remain manifested for long periods without consuming much Soul Power.

Once given simple commands, it could carry them out on its own without needing to be controlled through Darkness Threads.

The night before, Luo Ling had ordered the Raven Shadow Puppet to stand watch and wake him if anything happened. It was quite useful.

Listening to the commotion outside, Luo Ling calmly washed up before opening the door.

"You in there! Are you playing dumb?"

An indignant voice came from outside. The instant Luo Ling opened the door, a small figure charged in.

Luo Ling shifted slightly aside. The newcomer clearly had not expected the door to open. Unable to stop mid-charge, she was about to fall flat on the ground.

Ning Rongrong's face went pale as she watched the floor rush closer in her vision and squeezed her eyes shut.

Time passed bit by bit, but the pain she had expected never came.

"How much longer are you going to space out?" a calm voice asked.

Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes.

Her entire body was floating in the air, suspended in an extremely undignified pose as though she had been strung up.

"Young Miss!" The attendants outside cried out and tried to step forward, but upon seeing Luo Ling, they forcibly stopped themselves.

Luo Ling also looked at the girl before him with interest. She was less than one and a half meters tall, dressed luxuriously, and addressed as Young Miss.

Ning Rongrong? he thought.

Only then did Ning Rongrong finally come to her senses and struggle with all her might.

Yet no matter how she struggled, she felt something binding her body, keeping her suspended in midair.

"What is this? Let me go!" Realizing she had been restrained, Ning Rongrong cried out anxiously.

"Please release the Young Miss!" A stern voice suddenly came from outside.

Luo Ling turned and saw a black-haired young man approaching.

"Even if you are Sect Leader's guest, you cannot toy with the little princess of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect like this!" The young man strode forward, a cyan Longsword appearing in his hand as Soul Rings slowly rose around him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

A four-ringed Soul Ancestor, seemingly under twenty. He could be considered a genius.

Luo Ling pursed his lips and chuckled. Amid Ning Rongrong's startled cry, he released the Darkness Threads restraining her.

Ning Rongrong dropped straight from the air and sprawled on the ground.

"I had no intention of toying with your little princess. She charged in herself. If anything, she should thank me for keeping her from falling too badly."

He spoke calmly.

"You bastard!" Ning Rongrong struggled to her feet and shouted at Luo Ling before running behind the young man outside.

Luo Ling looked at Ning Rongrong hiding behind the young man and shook his head slightly.

As expected of the Little Devil Girl. She had yet to receive a beating at Shrek Academy and had grown used to being spoiled and willful.

"Xiao Bai, teach him a lesson for me! He bullied me!"

Feeling Luo Ling's gaze, Ning Rongrong showed no fear. Clutching the young man's sleeve, she looked utterly fearless.

"Young Miss, this..." The young man hesitated. No matter what, the other party was Ning Fengzhi's guest, and he had not done anything excessive.

It truly was Ning Rongrong herself who had barged into Luo Ling's room.

"Enough!" Ning Fengzhi hurried over from nearby with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

"Dad!" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up at the sight of Ning Fengzhi. She immediately threw herself into his arms and began to act coquettishly.

"Dad! This bastard bullied me! Hurry and teach him a lesson!"

"Nonsense! Little Friend Luo Ling is the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. Why would he bully you?" Ning Fengzhi scolded.

Ning Rongrong froze when Ning Fengzhi reprimanded her. A few seconds later, her eyes reddened.

She broke free from Ning Fengzhi's embrace and cried, "Dad, you yelled at me!"

Ning Fengzhi looked helpless. He truly had no way to deal with his daughter.

"Grandpa Sword! Look, Dad yelled at me!" Ning Rongrong refused to let it go and ran to complain before Sword Douluo.

Luo Ling quietly watched everything unfold, gaining a new understanding of Ning Rongrong's Little Devil Girl nature.

She was even worse than in the original story. In the original story, Ning Rongrong had already been twelve; now, she was only nine.

"Please forgive the amusement, little friend." Ning Fengzhi gave an embarrassed smile.

At that moment, Bibi Dong emerged from the room next door as well.

"I think Miss Ning's personality is quite straightforward." Luo Ling smiled faintly.

"Hmph! Don't think I'll forgive you just because you're saying nice things about me." Ning Rongrong suddenly cut in from the side.

Luo Ling's mouth twitched. He had no desire to keep bickering with this Little Devil Girl.

The red in his eyes deepened as the Soul Domain activated silently.

Ning Rongrong's Spiritual Nature could be seen carrying sorrowful blue and furious red hues.

The domain slowly spread toward Ning Rongrong, a smile on Luo Ling's face.

"Miss Ning, there is not much of a grievance between us. Why be so angry?"

"If my actions displeased you, I offer you my apology."

Luo Ling's voice was gentle, making others feel as though they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Ning Rongrong gradually quieted down, and the color of her Spiritual Nature changed into a tranquil pale green.

The Soul Domain worked without a sound. Ning Fengzhi and the others merely felt that Luo Ling was very polite, while only Bibi Dong gave Luo Ling a strange glance.

The Pope felt that something was wrong.

Ning Rongrong stopped making a fuss and hid behind Sword Douluo. When she looked at Luo Ling now, there was unexpectedly a hint of shyness in her gaze.

"Cough, cough!" Bibi Dong suddenly stepped forward and stood before Luo Ling. Looking at Ning Fengzhi, she asked, "I wonder how Sect Leader Ning has considered the matter?"

Ning Fengzhi came back to himself and hesitated. "Your Holiness, let us discuss this elsewhere."

The group arrived at the meeting room.

Ning Rongrong and the Soul Ancestor youth followed them in as well.

Ning Fengzhi frowned at Ning Rongrong, who had followed along.

"Bai Yu, Rong Rong, the two of you go elsewhere. His Holiness and I have important matters to discuss."

"Yes, Sect Leader!" The young man named Bai Yu immediately accepted the order and left the room.

Ning Rongrong curled her lips and remained unmoved.

"Rong Rong!" Ning Fengzhi glared at Ning Rongrong.

"What does it matter? Am I not allowed to listen?" Ning Rongrong met Ning Fengzhi's gaze and asked unhappily.

Ning Fengzhi was helpless. He did not want his daughter drawn into matters involving Spirit Hall, which was why he did not want Ning Rongrong to know.

"Just let Miss Ning listen. It is not anything particularly serious anyway." Luo Ling spoke up to ease the atmosphere.

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. Since Luo Ling had spoken, he could not say anything more.