Ning Rongrong, Call Me Young Master

"Am I crazy, or has the world gone crazy? What the hell did I just see?!"

"One level per second—he went from level 11 to level 20 in just nine seconds. How the hell did this kid do it?!"

"Wait! There are four soul beasts prepared. Is this kid planning to become a Soul Ancestor directly?!"

"This is impossible! I slacked off for three years, and now I'm becoming a Soul Ancestor just like that?!"

"..."

Seeing Chen Lang rise directly from level 11 to level 20 in mere seconds, everyone was stunned.

"Hahaha, good! As expected of my, Chen Xin's, grandson!" Sword Douluo could not help bursting into laughter at the sight.

At the same time, the weight in his heart finally lifted, though his deep eyes still brimmed with anticipation and excitement.

His grandson had asked him to prepare four soul beasts. Didn't that mean the kid could keep advancing?!

He did not know how his grandson had done it, but all he needed to know was that Chen Lang was his grandson!

"Sword Old Man, what exactly is going on?!" Bone Douluo hurriedly asked, so curious he was practically clawing at his ears and cheeks.

"Would you believe me if I said I don't know either?" Sword Douluo shook his head.

"You don't know either?" Bone Douluo was astonished.

"If I knew, I wouldn't have suffered so much humiliation over the past three years. Especially from an old fart like you, always finding fault with me."

Sword Douluo said irritably, "Feeling slapped in the face now?"

"..."

Bone Douluo's mouth twitched, and he gave an awkward smile. "I was concerned about our grandson too..."

"Get lost. He's my grandson!"

Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, were equally stunned, their eyes wide open.

But their thoughts were entirely different.

After his shock, Ning Fengzhi was overjoyed. Though he also wanted to know how Chen Lang had done it, he could not be bothered to investigate. All he needed to know was that Chen Lang would be his son-in-law in the future!

After Ning Rongrong's shock, however, her eyes were filled with terrified disbelief.

"No, that's impossible. This is fake. I must be having a nightmare!"

After all, she had just said that if he surpassed her, she would serve him as a maid and slave!

"Ning Rongrong, have you figured out how you're going to serve me yet?" Chen Lang's lips curled upward, delighted by Ning Rongrong's flustered expression.

Over the past three years, this spoiled woman had never stopped mocking him behind his back.

More importantly, this brainless woman had actually dared to break off the engagement in public, showing him no respect at all. Did she really think he was Xiao Yan?

But...

No need for a three-year agreement. I'll divorce you today!

"I said you had to surpass me. You're only at the same level 20 as me, so it doesn't count at all. Besides, you said three minutes. One minute has already passed."

"You really are stubborn to the bitter end. Two minutes is more than enough for me to absorb a Soul Ring. Let's see what you have to say then."

Chen Lang sneered and summoned the Seven Kill Sword again, killing the second half-dead soul beast—the Sabertooth Tiger—with a single strike!

It was also a yellow Soul Ring, but the 700-year Soul Ring was clearly denser and more dazzling than the 400-year one.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Lang immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused as he began absorbing his second Soul Ring.

"Dad, I want to absorb a Soul Ring too!"

When Ning Rongrong saw Chen Lang begin absorbing his Soul Ring, she immediately turned anxiously to her father.

"Fine!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and immediately ordered someone to bring over the soul beast that had long been prepared.

Ning Rongrong took out a dagger and directly killed the soul beast, then began absorbing her second Soul Ring as well.

This way, she and Chen Lang would once again be standing at the same starting line.

But for some reason, whenever Ning Rongrong thought of the four soul beasts Chen Lang had asked Sword Douluo to prepare, an ominous feeling rose in her heart.

Still, she refused to believe that Chen Lang could truly break through thirty levels in a row and reach Soul Ancestor.

"Calm your mind."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at his daughter as he spoke.

He did not want to see his daughter become Chen Lang's maid. That brat was truly capable of making her do something like that.

If they ended in a draw, the engagement would remain intact, and he would gain a Titled Douluo son-in-law for certain. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

As for the remaining two soul beasts, Ning Fengzhi did not believe Chen Lang could continue absorbing them.

Pff! Pff!

Soon, Chen Lang and Ning Rongrong both opened their eyes. They had each successfully absorbed their second Soul Ring and reached level 21!

"Ding! Detected that the host has successfully broken through to the Soul Grandmaster realm. You may draw Hextech. Draw now?"

"Ding! Detected that the host has successfully absorbed a Soul Ring. Continue increasing Soul Power?"

The instant Chen Lang opened his eyes, the system's voice sounded again.

"Looks like I really can draw one Prismatic Hextech every time I advance to a major realm. Hopefully, I can draw an even stronger Hextech!" A glint flashed through Chen Lang's eyes, but he was in no hurry to draw it yet.

"Chen Lang, we're both level 21 now, so our bet... naturally doesn't count."

As Ning Rongrong spoke, her voice suddenly weakened considerably when she saw the confidence in Chen Lang's eyes.

"Isn't the three minutes not up yet?" Chen Lang's lips curled upward, his eyes brimming with confidence.

"No way, can this kid level up again?!"

"That can't be possible! There's never been a precedent for this on the Douluo Continent!"

"He's definitely bluffing. I don't believe it!"

"..."

Hearing this, everyone revealed looks of shock, though there was even more doubt in their eyes.

"Sword Old Man, give me the truth. Can this kid really reach Soul Ancestor directly?!" Bone Douluo was so curious he was practically turning into a Teletubby.

"I really don't know..." Sword Douluo shrugged, wearing a sincere expression.

Still, his grandson had already made him proud. Whether he could keep advancing or not did not matter anymore.

"Can this kid really continue leveling up?!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment and excitement.

He no longer even cared whether his daughter would become Chen Lang's maid.

"Keep leveling up!"

After silently saying this in his heart, Chen Lang's aura surged once more beneath everyone's incredulous gazes!

He went from level 21 to level 22, then level 23, 24... all the way to level 30!

"What the hell is going on? How did Chen Lang do this?!"

"I want to know too! He clearly slacked off for three years, yet at this rate, he really is going to charge straight into Soul Ancestor!"

"I slacked off for three years, and became a Soul Ancestor on the spot?!"

"This is way too freakish! Could slacking off actually increase Soul Power?"

"Why don't you try slacking off and see if your Soul Power rises? This kid definitely has some huge secret!"

"..."

Seeing Chen Lang truly leap another ten levels in succession, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

"Hahaha, good! Good! Good!"

Sword Douluo burst into laughter, saying "good" three times in a row, his eyes full of relief and pride.

Though he could protect the little brat for the rest of his life, what grandfather did not hope that his grandson would become great?

"Indeed, not bad at all. As expected of my god-grandson!" Bone Douluo stepped forward as well and nodded in satisfaction.

"Heh, I wonder which old fool said that having a god-grandson like this would be a disgrace to him as a god-grandfather." Sword Douluo shot Bone Douluo a glance.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could I, Gu Rong, say something like that?" Bone Douluo said without blushing or missing a beat.

He had lived this long already. What did he need pride for?

"Ning Rongrong, call me Young Master."

Chen Lang looked at the blank-faced Ning Rongrong, one naturally upturned brow lifting slightly.