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"And his background is rather mysterious."

"He's quite a rare talent."

Sword Douluo commented.

"Hmph! Old Man Jian!"

"Since when did you start speaking for outsiders?!"

"Could he possibly be more important than our Rongrong?"

Bone Douluo snorted coldly.

"Hehe, of course not."

"But honestly speaking,"

"if this kid grows up, he'll definitely become the number one Support Type Soul Master on the continent!"

"Even if Nine Heart Begonia and Fengzhi joined forces, they'd have to step aside!"

Sword Douluo said with a chuckle.

"And if this kid's martial soul can be passed down,"

"the name of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might just have to change hands."

"How could that be possible?!"

Bone Douluo slammed his hand against the armrest and cried out in shock.

Hearing Sword Douluo's assessment, Ning Fengzhi's expression also turned serious.

"Wasn't his Innate Soul Power only rank one?"

"What's going on now?"

Ning Fengzhi asked with a frown.

"I don't know either."

"This kid is strange as hell."

"In just one night, his soul power reached rank ten."

"But there are plenty of strange things about this kid. Compared to those, this isn't all that outrageous."

Sword Douluo said with a laugh.

After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo both fell silent once more.

"Luo Hao, wait for me!"

"Why are you walking so fast?!"

After Luo Hao left the main hall, Ning Rongrong hurried after him on her short little legs.

Panting, she grabbed Luo Hao's hand.

"What else could I do? I was afraid your father would see how talented I am and kill me to keep it secret, so naturally I had to run."

Luo Hao joked.

"You're talking nonsense!!"

"My father isn't that kind of person!!"

Ning Rongrong said indignantly.

"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding~"

Luo Hao raised a finger and gently poked Ning Rongrong's puffed-up little cheeks, making her blush again.

"By the way, what are sect missions?"

"Why haven't you ever told me about them?"

Luo Hao asked curiously.

"After every disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect becomes a Soul Master, all spending within the sect, as well as the use of cultivation equipment and training grounds, requires a certain amount of sect contribution."

"The best way to earn sect contribution is by completing some of the sect's missions."

"Without contribution points, it's hard enough just to get a full meal in the sect, let alone cultivate."

Ning Rongrong explained.

"Oh, there's a rule like that?"

"Then I'd better start doing missions quickly. Going hungry won't do."

Luo Hao nodded.

"What's the rush? Every sect disciple's identity token comes with one thousand base contribution points. That's enough to last you several days."

"And besides—"

"Besides what?"

"Besides, I secretly transferred 100,000 points into your identity token. That's enough to cover your food and expenses for a year," Ning Rongrong said with a hand over her mouth, giggling.

"Hiss."

So this is what a rich woman is like.

Luo Hao could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

"Wouldn't this be a little inappropriate? What if they find out?"

"Hmph! What's inappropriate about it?"

"I already said it—you're my personal chef. From now on, all you need to do is make delicious food for me!"

Ning Rongrong grabbed Luo Hao's hand and huffed.

"Alright~"

Luo Hao nodded.

In the end, he still did not refuse Rich Lady Rongrong's request.

In the courtyard.

Smoke curled gently from the cooking fire.

Luo Hao held a grilled rack of lamb in his left hand.

A roasted beef leg in his right.

With a jug of wheat ale set before him.

He ate with great enthusiasm.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, lay on the grass.

Holding her round little belly, her face full of bliss.

Luo Hao was rather helpless as well.

His grilling skills were actually only average.

The only reason he could make such delicious grilled meat.

Was because of the seasonings he had made himself.

When these seasonings met grilled meat.

They were simply a perfect match.

No one could resist the temptation of such delicious food.

Ning Rongrong was even less likely to be an exception.

"No, I can't keep wasting away like this. I need to cultivate!" Luo Hao said indistinctly, his mouth stuffed full of grilled meat.

"No swearing! No swearing!"

Ning Rongrong stretched her little foot behind Luo Hao and gave his butt a hard kick.

"Alright, alright, alright."

Luo Hao helplessly hurried to move aside.

"What are you cultivating for? With this young lady protecting you, who would dare bully you?" Ning Rongrong huffed.

"Yeah, I've long since become invincible within the sect."

"But I have to go home someday~"

"If I'm not strong enough, how am I supposed to go back?"

Luo Hao muttered.

"Ah!!"

"You're leaving?"

The moment she heard that Luo Hao wanted to leave.

Ning Rongrong abruptly sat up.

Her large black-and-white eyes stared at Luo Hao, dark and bright.

"Hehe, didn't I say so? I'm going to become a Titled Douluo. I definitely can't stay in the sect forever—I have to go out and make my way in the world eventually."

Luo Hao scratched his head as he spoke.

After all, he had not won over Xiao Wu yet—pfft, pfft, pfft.

Xiao Wu was so pitiful.

He absolutely would not let Xiao Wu repeat the same tragedy.

Dying and then coming back to life was simply too cruel.

He would save Xiao Wu from Tang San's hands.

"No!!"

"You're not allowed to leave!!"

"This young lady won't allow you to leave!!"

Ning Rongrong's spoiled temper flared up. She planted her hands on her hips and gave the order angrily.

Even as she said that, however, sparkling tears still rolled from the corners of her eyes.

"Alright, then how about we play a game?"

Luo Hao asked.

"What game?" Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears and asked adorably.

"Have someone guard me for three months."

"If I haven't escaped after three months, I lose. I'll stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect forever and follow Young Miss Rongrong around. How about it?"

"Okay!!"

Ning Rongrong cried out.

"I'll call someone over right away!"

"Hmm, should I call Grandpa Jian or Grandpa Bone?"

"Forget it, I'll have them both come over!"

After thinking for a moment, Ning Rongrong prepared to go call people to guard Luo Hao.

Luo Hao: "..."

"Is that what I meant?!"

"What's with calling two Titled Douluo to guard me?! Can't handle losing???"