What Bad Intentions Could I Have from Just Ruffling Her Hair?

Ning Rongrong's princess syndrome had clearly already begun to show at this point.

But Yang Yuan was not about to hold that one remark against her.

Besides, as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong's status was even higher than that of an imperial princess. Having a bit of princess syndrome was perfectly normal.

As for how she would later develop the personality of an ungrateful wretch in the original story, that was something Shrek's education needed to answer for.

It was as if she had been brainwashed.

Yang Yuan reached out and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair, smiling. "Big brother forgives you."

Ning Rongrong froze at Yang Yuan's action.

Among people her age, aside from her older brothers, this was the first time an outsider had dared to touch her head.

Others did not even dare meet her eyes directly. They were timid to death.

But after only a brief daze, Ning Rongrong quickly came to her senses. She pouted and muttered inwardly.

I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?

Of course, she would never say those words aloud, or her father would scold her again.

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. Ever since Rongrong had awakened Innate Soul Power at rank nine a few days ago, he had already chosen her as his successor.

Therefore, he was more than happy to see Ning Rongrong maintain a good relationship with Yang Yuan.

Of course, given the talent Yang Yuan had displayed—

If something were to develop between him and Rongrong in the future, Ning Fengzhi would be happy to see that as well.

It was just that, if so, his precious disciple would likely be unhappy.

With that thought, his gaze shifted toward his precious disciple.

Sure enough, he found that her expression did not look too good.

Clearly, she had thought of the same thing.

Qian Renxue grumbled inwardly, What a little pervert. He's already getting handsy with girls at such a young age. What will become of him when he grows up?

Naturally, Yang Yuan had no idea what Qian Renxue was thinking, or he would have cried injustice.

It was not as if they had slept in the same bed.

That third kid from the original story had slept in the same bed as Xiao Wu and still dared claim he was pure and spotless.

He had merely ruffled her hair. What bad intentions could he possibly have?

Even if he really did have intentions, they would be toward someone like Dugu Yan or Qian Renxue.

Noticing Qian Renxue's gaze, Yang Yuan withdrew his hand, found a seat, closed the Sandalwood Box containing the Frost Sword on the table, and looked at Qian Renxue.

"Crown Prince Brother, then I'll accept this meeting gift!"

Qian Renxue smiled gently. "Of course. It belongs to you now."

Upon hearing that, Yang Yuan immediately closed the Sandalwood Box and casually stored it in his Storage Soul Tool.

Then he continued.

"By the way, Crown Prince Brother, did you call me here for something?"

Qian Renxue smiled lightly. "It's nothing in particular. I introduced you to Heaven Dou Academy, after all. If I did not come by to see how you were doing, that would be rather irresponsible of me."

"I see." Yang Yuan pretended to understand.

Qian Renxue then asked Yang Yuan a few ordinary questions.

For example, she asked how the academy's cultivation environment was, how the teaching was, and whether he was satisfied with academy life.

Ning Fengzhi occasionally added a few words from the side, without any intention of stealing the spotlight.

After all, he had already said that he would not compete with "Xue Qinghe" for Yang Yuan.

Outside Heaven Dou Academy.

Ning Fengzhi and the other two sat in a luxurious carriage.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Uncle Ning, what do you think of Yang Yuan?"

Sword Douluo was concise.

"Neither servile nor overbearing. He is a talent."

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chin, admiration appearing on his face.

"Uncle Sword and I think alike."

"His records said that he came from a remote little city and had an ordinary background."

"But after spending time with him today, he did not feel like someone from an ordinary family at all."

Sword Douluo smiled. "How so?"

Ning Fengzhi recalled Yang Yuan's tone and demeanor, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"A child from an ordinary family, no matter how outstanding his talent, would feel restrained after learning our identities. Yet not only was he not restrained, he did not show the slightest reverence either."

"Did his behavior look like that of someone born into an ordinary family?"

"I saw a kind of confidence in him, the confidence of someone who has something to rely on."

Sword Douluo was taken aback.

"So you think there is someone behind him, Fengzhi?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly.

"Perhaps. The continent is so vast. There may be some old monster cultivating in seclusion somewhere."

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi sighed, regret appearing on his face.

"If I had known, I would not have spoken so definitively before. If there truly is someone behind that little fellow, then we have really suffered a huge loss."

"I never thought there would be a day when Fengzhi regretted something." Sword Douluo laughed.

Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile, then suddenly looked at Ning Rongrong beside him.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong's delicate little face was filled with frustration and unwillingness.

She had kept hearing her father praise Yang Yuan's talent, so she developed a desire to compare herself with him and directly asked about Yang Yuan's Innate Soul Power.

Originally, Ning Rongrong had been very proud of her Innate Soul Power.

She possessed Innate Soul Power at rank nine. Even her father and Grandpa Sword had praised her as a genius the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect saw only once in a century, saying that she was very likely to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul into the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

At present, her talent was the highest in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But who could have known that Yang Yuan possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and that his talent was even greater than hers?

Ning Rongrong's competitive spirit was immediately stirred.

Especially after hearing that Yang Yuan had reached rank twenty-five at eight years old, she made up her mind.

Wasn't he only one rank of Innate Soul Power ahead of her?

If Yang Yuan could reach rank twenty-five at eight, then she definitely could too.

Having only just awakened her Martial Soul and begun cultivating, Ning Rongrong did not yet understand what it meant to reach rank twenty-five at eight years old.

She only felt that there was a difference of one rank between herself and Yang Yuan.

So if Yang Yuan could do it, she certainly could as well.

Once she reached rank twenty-five at eight too, she could thoroughly mock him.

But just as the saying went—

If you do not cultivate, you see me as a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon in the sky.

If you do cultivate, you see me as a mayfly gazing at the azure heavens.

Only those who had cultivated for a period of time knew just how terrifying it was to reach rank twenty-five at eight years old.

"Uncle Sword, what do you think about sending Rongrong to Heaven Dou Academy once she reaches rank twenty?"

Sword Douluo frowned when he heard Ning Fengzhi's words.

"Fengzhi, what are you thinking? Wouldn't it be better for Rongrong to cultivate in the sect than at Heaven Dou Academy?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled. "Uncle Sword, Rongrong is my successor. She cannot stay cooped up in the sect for her entire life. Sending her to Heaven Dou Academy may not be a bad thing."

"Although Heaven Dou Academy's atmosphere has declined, it is not without talent. It would be good for her to go out and see the world."

Sword Douluo sighed upon hearing this.

Though that was true, he had already guessed Ning Fengzhi's intentions.

He still had not given up on that child!

On the surface, he was not competing with Xue Qinghe.

But in reality, he wanted to use another method to bind that child more tightly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Though Sword Douluo felt this was too calculating, he had to admit it.

That child was indeed worth doing this for.

Ning Fengzhi stroked Ning Rongrong's head and smiled gently. "Rongrong, when you reach rank twenty in a few years, how about Father sends you to Heaven Dou Academy?"

The moment Ning Rongrong heard that, she immediately felt as though she were being looked down upon. Then she snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Why would it take years? If Yang Yuan can reach rank twenty-five at eight, Rongrong can do it too."

"Father, just wait and see. Rongrong will reach rank twenty next year."

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo: Huh?