Ning Rongrong: Don't Come Any Closer!

Ning Rongrong: Don't Come Any Closer!

Ever since their late-night conversation that night, Qian Renxue had ignored Su Yuntian.

The two of them had barely even seen each other.

Su Yuntian wanted to have a proper talk with Qian Renxue, but unfortunately, he had yet to find the chance.

Before he knew it, winter had arrived. Howling north winds swept southward, carrying away the leaves and leaving behind only clusters of bare branches.

After the north wind came the drifting snow, dyeing the earth in a silvery frost.

Just after breakfast, Su Yuntian went to the stables, led out a horse, and prepared to leave.

Da Xue followed him out, wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, and called to him, "Xiaotian, what are you going out for in weather like this?"

"I'm going to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I made plans with Third Young Master Ning."

Su Yuntian swung onto the horse's back, turned and waved at Da Xue, then lightly squeezed the horse's sides with his legs. The docile horse stepped over the threshold and out of the courtyard.

Da Xue sighed. Unable to stop herself from shivering in the cold wind, she hurriedly bent over and jogged back to her room.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was close to Heaven Dou City, but it was still about thirty li away. On foot, the journey would take three hours. Even with a horse, Su Yuntian would need nearly two hours to get there.

Just as Su Yuntian left Heaven Dou City, a young man wearing a bamboo hat and a straw rain cape walked out through the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He stood quietly beneath the mountain gate and waited.

The young man stood in the wilderness, allowing the cold wind to buffet him. Snow soon covered his body, and before long, he had turned into a snowman.

At that moment, a young girl holding an oil-paper umbrella skipped toward the mountain gate and called from afar, "Third Brother, hurry back inside."

Without turning his head, the young man continued staring at the road down the mountain. "I'm waiting here for Su Yuntian. Rongrong, you should go back up the mountain first."

The young man bore a considerable resemblance to his father. He was none other than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Third Young Master, Ning Fengya.

As for the girl called Rongrong, her identity was obvious enough.

The Little Witch, Ning Rongrong, came to Ning Fengya's side and gently turned the wooden handle of her umbrella, brushing the snow off his bamboo hat with its spinning canopy.

As she played, she said, "Grandpa Sword already said it. With snow this heavy, anyone with sense would stay home. That brat Su Yuntian isn't coming."

Ning Fengya chuckled. "Xiaotian isn't ordinary. If he said he'd come, then he'll definitely come."

Ning Rongrong looked unconvinced. "What, are you a worm in his stomach? I kindly came to tell you to go back because I was worried you'd freeze, and you don't even appreciate it?"

To her surprise, Ning Fengya remained utterly tactless. He still stood in the snow with his hands behind his back, calm and composed. "Su Yuntian said he would come today, so he will definitely come. I'll wait for him here. You should go back."

"Just keep being stubborn, you mule!" Ning Rongrong was unhappy. If she had not been worried that her useless Third Brother would get frostbite, who would have cared enough to come call him back?

Yet this guy did not appreciate her concern at all.

That was awkward.

"I'll bet that brat definitely won't come. If he does, I'll break his legs!"

After throwing out that threat, Ning Rongrong stormed off in a huff.

...It was truly too cold outside.

Only after Ning Rongrong's footsteps gradually faded away did Ning Fengya shake the snow from his arms and sleeves. He clenched his fists and pressed them against his face, finally feeling a trace of warmth.

As he endured the cold, he could not help wondering... what if Su Yuntian did not come?

If that happened, Rongrong would definitely laugh at him. Still, ever since he awakened his mutated Black Tower Martial Soul at the age of six, Ning Fengya had long grown accustomed to ridicule, mockery, and all manner of cold looks.

"Even if you don't come, I'm willing to wait for you all day."

"Because at least, you're worth it."

Beneath the mountain gate, the boy's thin figure gradually turned into a bloated snowman.

Atop a distant tower, Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, dressed in a green robe and holding a cane, walked beneath the upturned eaves on the tower's top floor. Looking into the distance, he happened to see Ning Fengya, who had already become a snowman.

"Uncle Sword, do you think Su Yuntian will come to honor the appointment?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's gaze was indifferent. "I hope he comes, and yet I hope he does not."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Keeping one's word is the bearing and breadth of a strong person. I hope to see a gifted young talent with great potential, but the more potential Su Yuntian has, the more disadvantageous it is for us, because he already belongs to the Crown Prince."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly. "Indeed. I also think Su Yuntian has great potential. Although his Martial Soul's attribute is unclear, if he continues developing at this rate, becoming a Soul Douluo should not be difficult. As for him being one of the Crown Prince's people, so what? I am also the Crown Prince's teacher. Quite a few people in Heaven Dou City believe that I am one of the Crown Prince's people as well."

"That's different!" Chen Xin heavily exhaled a cloud of white mist. "Fengzhi, do you really intend to support Xue Qinghe as the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire? The Heaven Dou Empire is already rotten to the core. Rather than continue supporting the imperial family, we might as well replace—"

"Uncle Sword! Don't speak carelessly."

Ning Fengzhi interrupted Chen Xin's urging, rare severity entering his voice.

Chen Xin seemed somewhat displeased. He snorted coldly and stepped forward to block Ning Fengzhi. "I'm here watching over the third boy. The wind is strong outside, so you should hurry back to your room."

"Before the situation becomes clear, you must be cautious in your words and actions."

Ning Fengzhi lightly tapped his cane against the ground, then turned and left.

Two hours later, a black dot appeared in the vast white wilderness.

Ning Fengya beneath the mountain gate had long since gone numb in his hands and feet. When he saw that black dot, he could not help feeling greatly invigorated.

Before long, the figure of man and horse became clearer and clearer. The young man on horseback had golden hair and crimson eyes. It was undoubtedly Su Yuntian.

Inside a warm pavilion within the sect, the Little Witch Ning Rongrong was barefoot, lying across a square table as she played with a pile of toys.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the warm pavilion creaked open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making Ning Rongrong shiver.

She flipped over and sprang to her feet. One hand on her hip and the other pointing at the newcomer, she said, "Ning Fengya, who let you in? Can't you see I'm here?"

Ning Fengya was about to apologize when Su Yuntian beside him raised a hand to stop him.

"Ning Rongrong, I heard from your brother that you wanted to break my legs?"

The moment Ning Rongrong saw Su Yuntian, she immediately panicked a little and instinctively took a step back. "Y-you... why did you come?"

Though her Soul Power Level was higher than his, Ning Rongrong's combat ability was truly limited. She had fought Su Yuntian twice before and ended up covered in smashed eggs both times, leaving her with a psychological shadow.

In the Little Witch's eyes, this boy who was the same age as her Third Brother Ning Fengya could simply be described as a "Great Demon King."

A devilish smile curled across Su Yuntian's lips. "What else would I come for? I came to break your legs."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly hid behind the table. "Don't come any closer!"