Ning Rongrong Publicly Broke Off the Engagement!

"Chen Lang has been Slacking Off for three years already. What's the point of testing him?"

"Exactly. He's nothing but a freeloader living off his family, yet he goes up for the test every year. Doesn't he feel ashamed?"

"More importantly, this brat has such incredible talent but doesn't know how to cherish it. What a waste!"

"Yeah! If I had talent and a background like his, I'd have soared long ago!"

"Even worse, this brat is engaged to our little princess!"

"Our little princess works so hard. Doesn't he have even a shred of a man's shame?"

"Seriously. It's such a pity our little princess got rooted by a pig!"

"..."

The moment Chen Lang's name was mentioned, all sorts of discussions erupted below. Even in Sword Douluo's presence, they were unafraid.

These were all facts. Were people not allowed to say them?

Of course, even more of them had actually been deliberately arranged by Ning Rongrong, all to make Chen Lang lose face in public.

That way, she could elevate herself and make breaking off the engagement later seem all the more justified.

Even if Sword Douluo objected, she would have an excuse.

"Old Sword, why did you personally accompany that disappointing grandson of yours today? Wasn't he embarrassing enough already?"

Bone Douluo, standing beside Sword Douluo, spoke in a mocking tone.

Of course, he was more angry at Chen Lang for failing to live up to expectations.

Chen Lang clearly had such outstanding talent, yet he had been spoiled into this state. Bone Douluo hated it!

"Heh, just wait. You'll be shocked enough to drop your jaw in a moment." Sword Douluo did not argue.

He also knew Bone Douluo truly meant well for his grandson. But his grandson had said that as long as three years passed, he would give him a surprise.

If he failed, Sword Douluo could punish him however he wished.

Seeing how certain Chen Lang had been back then, he could only choose to trust his grandson.

Yet over these past three years, this good friend of his had practically poked his spine to pieces with criticism. He had truly swallowed his grievances in silence, unable to speak of his suffering.

"Heh, then I'd like to see what surprise this brat has in store!" Though Bone Douluo said so, he still held a trace of anticipation.

After all, his old rival had never made empty promises. That only made him even more curious.

Brat, I hope you can make Grandpa proud today. Otherwise, when I die, I won't even have the face to meet the ancestors of our Chen Clan below.

Sword Douluo looked as steady as ever on the surface, but inwardly, he had no confidence at all. Watching his grandson's back, he could not help praying in his heart.

Chen Lang simply ignored the contemptuous gazes of the ants around him and strolled leisurely toward the testing crystal.

Seeing Chen Lang act so calm and confident, everyone was equally surprised.

Could it be that this brat had been secretly cultivating?

Even Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, was somewhat surprised and frowned.

But when Chen Lang placed his hand on it, and the elder in charge of the test revealed disappointment in his eyes before calmly announcing, "Soul Power Level Ten," everyone's lips twitched.

"Who's he trying to fool? I thought this brat had really changed!"

"Exactly. It's been three years, and this brat has never disappointed us. Still Soul Power Level Ten!"

"Let's go, let's go. There's nothing to watch. Believing this brat will cultivate is less believable than a sow climbing a tree!"

"..."

Seeing that Chen Lang was still only at Soul Power Level Ten and had not even dared absorb a Soul Ring, everyone immediately rolled their eyes.

"Sword Old Man, this is the surprise you were talking about?"

Bone Douluo was so angry that he laughed. Shooting Sword Douluo a sidelong glance, he said, "What an unchanged surprise. If you keep letting this brat remain this ignorant and unlearned, can you face the ancestors of your Chen Clan?"

"..."

Sword Douluo fell silent this time, because he truly could not refute it. Yet he still said nothing.

Looking at Chen Lang's utterly unchanged expression, he knew he still chose to trust his grandson.

Sometimes, a grandparent's affection really was this unreasonable.

"Didn't expect there to still be one minute left."

Chen Lang looked at the three-year countdown in the system. There was only one minute left—no, now there were only fifty-something seconds remaining—and his expression did not change in the slightest.

He had already been Slacking Off for three years. A little longer would make no difference.

He then looked toward the old man of his family and gave him a look that said, "Leave it to me."

Seeing that look, Sword Douluo's suspended heart settled once more.

Ning Rongrong's tense heart also relaxed. For a moment just now, she had truly thought that trash Chen Lang had been working hard behind her back.

So he was still the same trash as before.

At that thought, she glanced at her father. When she saw the look in his eyes, a trace of coldness flashed through Ning Rongrong's gaze.

Then...

She walked up to Chen Lang, raised her chin as though looking down at him, and said coldly:

"Chen Lang, I don't think we're suitable for each other. I want to break off our engagement!"

The moment those words were spoken, the crowd, which had already lost interest, immediately stopped in their tracks. One after another, they widened their eyes and stared at the two on the platform.

They looked exactly like bystanders gathered around a roadside quarrel.

"Heaven has eyes! Our little princess has finally come to her senses!"

"Exactly! Our little princess is heaven's favored daughter and cultivates so diligently. How could a cowardly good-for-nothing like Chen Lang be worthy of her?"

"That's right! Our princess should marry a true peerless genius, not some spoiled young master who only knows how to live off his family!"

"..."

At the same time, discussions broke out throughout the sect.

But no matter how composed Sword Douluo was, no matter how much he liked Ning Rongrong, when he saw her actually trying to break off the engagement with his grandson before so many people, his usually calm face darkened.

Because this was not only slapping his grandson's face—it was also slapping his own!

He, the great Sword Douluo, had guarded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for so many years. Even if he had no achievements, he had still worked hard, not to mention that he did have achievements. Yet what he received in return was his grandson being publicly rejected!

Did they think Sword Douluo was easy to bully?

Had it been anyone else, he would have already struck them down with a single sword.

"Sword Old Man, calm down!"

Sensing Sword Douluo's nearly uncontrollable fury, Bone Douluo hurriedly grabbed his wrist.

Only then did Sword Douluo suppress the anger in his heart. He also glanced at Ning Fengzhi, who hurriedly showed an apologetic expression.

"Rongrong, what are you doing?!"

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly pretended he had not known Ning Rongrong would do this and loudly rebuked his daughter. "I personally gave my word for this marriage arrangement back then. Is it something you can break off just because you say so?"

"Besides, Xiaolang is merely playful for the moment. His talent is right there for all to see; it is even better than yours. If you keep acting spoiled and arrogant, believe it or not, I'll confine you for three days?"

"Father, I refuse to marry this useless good-for-nothing! The man I, Ning Rongrong, will marry must be an unparalleled genius with the potential to become a Young Titled Douluo!"

Ning Rongrong stared at Chen Lang with a face full of disgust. "Not this coward who only knows how to live off his family and does not even dare absorb a Soul Ring!"