Ning Rongrong's Terror: Will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Face a Tragedy?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich enough to rival a nation.

Ning Fengzhi truly deserved to be called the current Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

What he called a modest preparation of wine and food—

Was actually a lavish banquet at the most luxurious restaurant in Heaven Dou City.

The exquisite delicacies on the table—

Were something ordinary people would not dare dream of enjoying.

Ning Fengzhi sat at one end of the large round table, while Sword Douluo sat to his left.

As the guest, Wei Feng sat opposite Ning Fengzhi.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's gentle expression—

Wei Feng was a man, but even he had to admit that Ning Fengzhi was exactly the sort of mature man many young girls liked.

Especially with how gentle he was toward everyone from beginning to end.

No matter who spoke with him, they would always feel warmth in their hearts.

Not bad, not bad. My future father-in-law is treating his future son-in-law quite well.

Just look at this table full of delicacies. Ordinary people couldn't afford a meal like this in their entire lives!

It's decided. I have to bring Ning Rongrong, my wife, home with me—if only because this little rich girl is bound to inherit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect someday.

But seriously, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's genes are really powerful. My future father-in-law is already past middle age, yet he can still make so many young girls swoon.

Looks like my wife Ning Rongrong is as beautiful as the moon because of those powerful genes. That's heredity!

???

Why had it gone back to genes again?

When Ning Rongrong saw Wei Feng praising her father in the Diary Instance—

She was genuinely happy.

After all, in her eyes, Wei Feng was a transmigrator who had appeared on Douluo Continent.

And as a transmigrator—

He knew all of Douluo Continent's history.

For someone like that to praise her father was more than enough to prove how outstanding he was.

But then the Diary Instance updated.

What was this?

He wanted to take me home just because I had the potential to become a little rich girl?

I, Ning Rongrong, have breasts if you want breasts, and long legs if you want long legs.

Mm, though my chest isn't as impressive as Zhu Zhuqing's, and my legs aren't as good as Xiao Wu's.

But I still have everything I should have, right?! This man...

Hmph, he really doesn't know how to talk.

Elsewhere, Qian Renxue was also following the Diary Instance's updates.

When she saw the latest entry—

Her face suddenly darkened.

"Wei Feng!!"

Qian Renxue snapped her pen in half.

Her face was dark as night, and she had the urge to carve Wei Feng into ten thousand pieces.

What exactly is wrong with me, Qian Renxue?

I'm the young mistress of Spirit Hall.

I have Spirit Hall behind me, and my grandfather is one of the strongest people on the continent.

And that kind of background still isn't enough to satisfy you?

You actually—actually set your sights on Ning Rongrong's potential as a little rich girl? Am I, Qian Renxue, not a rich woman too? I refuse to accept this!!

Wei Feng had no idea that another one of his diary entries had once again made Qian Renxue lose her composure.

After casually scribbling a little more in his diary—

His attention returned to the banquet.

"Saint Son Wei Feng, I heard that you came to Heaven Dou City this time as a representative of Spirit Hall."

"For this Soul Master Competition, could it be that your esteemed hall has already found some talented youngsters it has its eye on?"

Ning Fengzhi spoke gently. Though it sounded like an offhand remark, he was directly testing him.

Wei Feng smiled faintly. "Uncle Ning, you know that I am, after all, the Saint Son of Spirit Hall. It would be unacceptable for me not to attend such a grand gathering of Soul Masters."

"As for whether there are suitable talented youngsters, this junior truly cannot say for certain in advance."

Ning Fengzhi did not reveal the slightest flaw.

The smile on his face remained just as gentle as he raised his wine cup toward Wei Feng.

"In that case, I won't ask any further."

"However, Saint Son Wei Feng, if you do discover suitable talent but are unable to recruit them, you may as well recommend them to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Saint Son Wei Feng should know that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is, after all, a sect of support-type Soul Masters. We still need talented people to strengthen our foundation."

Hearing that—

Wei Feng nodded and returned the toast. "What are you saying, Uncle Ning? If I truly find any talent, I will certainly inform Uncle Ning at once."

"Soul Masters across the continent are one family. Naturally, this junior would be happy to help Uncle Ning with such matters."

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

He did not probe too deeply.

Likewise, Wei Feng did not react too strongly.

One old fox and one young fox traded veiled blows across the dinner table.

Sword Douluo said nothing and simply ate and drank by himself, leaving the two of them all the space they needed.

As Wei Feng dealt with Ning Fengzhi's probing, he also fully confirmed that Ning Fengzhi really had been testing him.

Hehehe, Ning Fengzhi really is worthy of being a man with demon-like intelligence. Now I can confirm that he was testing me.

But who am I, Wei Feng? I'm a transmigrator who knows Douluo Continent's past, present, and future inside out. Trying to test me? He's nowhere near good enough.

But why didn't my wife Ning Rongrong inherit Ning Fengzhi's intelligence? Could it be because big breasts mean no brains?

Eh, that's not right. When it comes to breasts, my wife Ning Rongrong still can't compare to my wife Zhu Zhuqing. So where exactly is the problem?

Ning Rongrong: "???"

I have big breasts and no brains? Wei Feng, say that again!!

Ning Rongrong bristled.

Her beautiful eyes widened furiously.

Every line in the Diary Instance immediately made her want to laugh at herself.

At first, she had still been a little shy, even excited at the thought of testing whether Xiao Wu also had a Diary Instance and whether they could enjoy happy times together after opening it.

But at this moment, it had all turned into embarrassed fury.

So what if my chest isn't as big as Zhu Zhuqing's?

Zhu Zhuqing was exceptionally gifted. It wasn't something I could change.

Wei Feng, you're absolutely awful! Ahhh!

"No, I can't let Father keep being fooled by Wei Feng like this."

"I tested it before. This Diary seems to have some very strange ability, and I can't voluntarily reveal that I have a Diary."

"Since I can't say it directly, should I hint at it to Father another way?"

Ning Rongrong's thoughts raced.

Like Xiao Wu, she had previously considered revealing the Diary Instance.

But she had suffered the same experience as Xiao Wu—the suffocating sensation of having her heart nearly crushed.

She did not want to experience that again.

However, just as she was about to act, the Diary Instance updated once more.

Forget it, I won't dwell on that issue anymore.

Back to the point: I should keep making fun of my wife Ning Rongrong's IQ.

Ning Rongrong: "..."

If my wife Ning Rongrong had Ning Fengzhi's intelligence too, she probably wouldn't be such a silly, sweet fool.

A perfectly good Little Witch actually trusted people so easily. Say, if my wife Ning Rongrong were to return to her Little Witch nature from now on—

Mm, if she inherited even a little of Ning Fengzhi's intelligence, would the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's future tragedy still happen?

Ning Rongrong froze where she stood.

The contents of the Diary Instance abruptly stopped all her movements.

"What does Wei Feng mean by that?"

"Will the sect suffer some terrible tragedy in the future?"

"That shouldn't be possible. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't take part in any conflicts, so how could there be a tragedy?!"