A Timeless Bad Habit: Gambling Addict!

A Timeless Bad Habit: Gambling Addict!

"Based on my first successful use of this Soul Skill yesterday, I can infer that I can use it twice a week at most. Any more than that may damage my foundation, and it would be best to rest for two days before using it a second time.

"Also, before I obtain my third ring, I can barely remain conscious and think clearly after blasting my First Soul Ring. Without timely feedback, there are many things I simply cannot deduce."

What Ning Wuque referred to in his final words was naturally that peculiar Soul Ring that had appeared back then.

According to his theoretical predictions, once he had three rings, he would be able to open the First Gate without injury. By the same logic, he could open the Second Gate without injury at four rings, and the Third Gate at five.

However, whether the Fourth Soul Ring could be blasted without injury remained unknown. Like the Eight Gates Formation, Ring Blasting had a safe range and a dangerous range.

In Ning Wuque's estimation, the Fourth Soul Ring and beyond fell within the dangerous range.

Of course, that was only a theoretical prediction. The actual outcome would depend on the quality of his future Soul Rings.

If Ning Wuque's First Soul Ring had only been around a hundred years old, then with his current physical condition, he might not have been able to blast it without injury, but he would at least still retain the strength to fight after the Soul Power provided by Ring Blasting was exhausted.

He would only have to sacrifice some of the bonuses.

But he was a pioneer. A pioneer was destined not to settle for second best. Once he took a step back, the chances of stepping forward again would become vanishingly small!

At present, he had only just crossed the threshold of this Self-Created Soul Skill. Many more applications still awaited his exploration and development.

For example, Ning Wuque was currently considering two possible directions:

First, whether Ring Blasting could promote the growth of his Soul Power Level.

Second, whether he could gather all the Soul Power in his body at once to unleash an ultimate move.

It just so happened that Ning Tian had brought him support worth a full ten million Gold Soul Coins. That money was enough for him to buy many things to improve his body, shorten the time required for effective training, and leave more time to study these matters.

All one could say was that women might affect how quickly you drew your blade.

But a rich woman would not. She would only pay for you to have a blade custom-made for yourself!

"What a... genius! Wuque, may I ask you to do something?"

After listening to Ning Wuque's explanation, Ning Tian merely sighed in admiration and said nothing else. These matters were too far removed from her.

Besides, the personal guard her father had arranged for her would record everything. There was no need for her to rack her brains remembering it herself. She might as well take this opportunity to discuss something with Ning Wuque.

She tilted her head slightly and looked toward Wu Feng, who had suddenly lowered her head.

Ning Wuque took it all in. He could tell without thinking that Ning Tian was speaking on Wu Feng's behalf, but she was his patron now, after all.

He nodded. "Go ahead. I'll do my best."

"Mm. I want you to train Feng Mei along with you. Of course, her father, Wu Yan, will cover all of her expenses."

As she spoke, Ning Tian even reached out and took Ning Wuque's and Wu Feng's hands, placing them together.

The truth was simple. A certain middle-aged man had seen how formidable Ning Wuque was and intended to make his lazy daughter learn from him. A hundred-year second ring was just too pathetic.

They had to improve her physical condition now, then get her a damn thousand-year second ring!

As for whom she would train with? Ning Wuque now dared to claim that he was the number one body-training master in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!

Worried that a pig might spoil the cabbage? Unless Ning Wuque could win over Ning Tian, there was no way that would happen.

Wu Yan's opinion was: if Ning Wuque, in his current state, could court Ning Tian, then he deserved a thumbs-up. If Ning Fengxiao agreed to it, then he deserved a thumbs-down!

Train. Follow him and train without worry!

"Is that so? Hey, Little Red Dragon, what do you think?"

"What do you mean, what do I think?"

Wu Feng's face flushed as she asked. Her father was really making things difficult for her by asking her to train with the old rival who had been needling her for nearly three years!

This was no different from a weasel paying respects to a chicken—what a mess!

"I mean, can you keep up? My training is tough and strict. If you can't keep up, don't say you learned from me. I can't afford that embarrassment."

As he spoke, Ning Wuque looked at Wu Feng with a hint of disdain.

There was no other reason. Whenever the two girls came by while he was training before, Ning Tian would at least devote herself wholeheartedly to cultivation. When she grew tired of cultivating Soul Power, she would practice the Distraction Control Method. She was extremely diligent.

But Wu Feng? This lazy little dragon was all enthusiasm for three minutes. After training for a little while, she would scamper over to Ning Tian's side and quietly stare at her.

Thus, Ning Wuque deeply doubted Little Red Dragon's willpower. He would not go easy on her just because of her gender or age.

Wu Feng could find chances to slack off on her own, but he could not neglect his duties!

"I... I..."

Wu Feng's cheeks puffed up like balloons. Her whole face was burning red from embarrassment, irritation, and far too much self-awareness. She stammered with difficulty, "I'll work hard..."

"Got it. Can we start tomorrow? For now, we can go to either your house or mine. I need to conduct a full assessment of your body and tailor a training plan for you."

As he spoke, Ning Wuque circulated the Soul Power in his body and increased the intensity of the Soul Guidance Training Gear he wore.

When he was not training, he used this method to maintain his condition. However, its effects were inferior to actual training, and it also made it easy for him not to grow taller.

He was already several centimeters shorter than Ning Tian. Sigh... such was the price of strength!

"Wonderful! I knew you would agree, Wuque. Let's go straight to my place. My home is quite spacious, you know. If you get tired, you can just rest there if you don't mind~"

Feeling twice the joy, Ning Tian spoke with a warm smile. She took one of them by each hand and pulled them to their feet. After putting away the Soul-Nourishing Jade, she led them toward her home.

Having become independent at an early age, Ning Tian owned a residence on the clan's main peak. It had two courtyards, a pond, and three floors. Still, she usually preferred resting with Wu Feng, since it was livelier that way.

"So that's how it is. Wuque is a genius. Perhaps... he truly has a way to help Tian'er's Martial Soul advance further?"

Just as Ning Tian and Ning Wuque had expected, someone really had been secretly watching everything that happened between them.

However, that person was not a guard, but Ning Fengxiao himself!

Beside him stood the mysterious old man Ning Wuque had seen yesterday, the one he did not recognize.

"Fengxiao, this old man still thinks it is somewhat inappropriate. Tian'er is, after all, the only one in our clan in five hundred years to possess Innate Full Soul Power..."

"Grandpa Bone, no matter how rare Innate Full Soul Power is, given enough time, a few will still emerge. But a genius like Ning Wuque might not appear again even in ten thousand years!"

Ning Fengxiao shook his head. Contrary to Ning Wuque's assumptions, he did not actually oppose whatever might happen between Ning Wuque and Ning Tian in the future.

At first, he certainly had opposed it. Given Ning Wuque's circumstances, even marrying a direct-line girl into his family would have shown just how highly the clan regarded him. But everything that had happened yesterday had made Ning Fengxiao make up his mind completely!

The reason was simple: Ning Wuque might be able to help Ning Tian—or even help the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Lineage reliably produce the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul!

Then the name Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would finally live up to its name!

Did that sound unrealistic?

Yes, it was unrealistic!

But Ning Fengxiao had seen hope in Ning Wuque. Before a miracle happened, it was unrealistic by nature.

What he wanted was to gamble his daughter on that sliver of miracle!

"Ancestors, let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Lineage's second wager begin with me, Ning Fengxiao. Will we lose everything, or... gain everything!"