Douluo: Bestowed Marriage to Ning Rongrong, Rewarded with the Heaven Shading Method

Douluo: Bestowed Marriage to Ning Rongrong, Rewarded with the Heaven Shading Method Author: Zhi Chong Tian Que

Introduction:

Starting with reincarnation on Douluo Continent, he was put to sleep by the system for one hundred thousand years! Awakening right after one hundred thousand years, he saw Ning Rongrong walking toward him! Ding!

The Perfect Douluo System task activated: "Task one, refuse to kiss Ning Rongrong, reward: Blue Silver Grass martial soul!"

"Task two, accept to kiss Ning Rongrong, reward: the Heaven Shading Method!"

Ye Xingchen: I must choose two!... And so, years later, Ye Xingchen, who had become the Supreme Heavenly Emperor, looked at Tang San and said, "Come on, let me see how powerful your so-called gods really are?"

"Sect Master, what did you say? You want to marry Rongrong to someone else?"

"Rongrong's marriage is a major event. Won't this be a bit inappropriate?"

Inside the council hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on Douluo Continent, the murderous Titled Douluo Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi and questioned him!

"That's right, only the two of you can know about this matter."

"Anyone else who finds out must die!"

Ning Fengzhi, with a calm expression, glanced at the two Titled Douluo elders and let out an involuntary chuckle.

Chen Xin, who had been standing quietly to the side, let out a slight sigh upon seeing that the Sect Master had already made up his mind.

He could not help but recall that ten years ago, the Sect Master had suddenly disappeared for several months.

When he returned, there was an aura of the Demon Forest lingering around him, along with a jade coffin!

Chen Xin remembered that just a single glance at the coffin back then had caused him, a Titled Douluo, to suffer not insignificant injuries.

He still shuddered whenever he thought of the scene inside the coffin, and the fact that he was injured was something only the Sect Master knew.

Over the past ten years, aside from caring for Rongrong, the Sect Master had spent almost all his time inside the secret chamber.

As for what he was doing, no one knew!

Yet today, while he and Gu Rong were in seclusion, they had secretly received an emergency sound transmission from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Only after rushing to this hall did they find out what this matter of utmost urgency was!

"Sect Master, what is going on with this matter?"

"If he wants Rongrong to marry him, he should at least let us meet him first!"

Chen Xin said in a deep voice.

Gu Rong was slightly startled, and looking at Chen Xin, who seemed to know something, he stepped forward and asked:

"Chen Xin, do you know about this?"

"Well, now everyone's keeping things from me, treating this elder like he's invisible, right?"

Chen Xin, taking it in stride, smiled faintly. He turned around to look at the aggrieved-looking Gu Rong and said:

"Don't be impatient; the Sect Master will explain!"

Ning Fengzhi, with his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly and glanced at the two elders, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He could not help but recall the matter his wife had entrusted to him when they parted ways.

Time had rushed by, and he had brought her back, living up to that trust.

Under his meticulous care, she had barely managed to revive...

"I will not tell the two elders about his background."

"You only need to remember that this is an agreement between my wife and me, and also a mark of respect for that person!"

Hearing this, Chen Xin's expression shifted slightly.

Just as he had guessed, that person's identity was definitely extraordinary.

This was only the second time he had seen the Sect Master protect someone to such an extent!

"What kind of talk is this?"

"My bone dragon is already starving and impatient. Sect Master, stop beating around the bush!"

"We're two old fellows, and you still can't trust us?"

Gu Rong, forthright and somewhat impatient, scratched his head and shouted.

He had watched Rongrong grow up since she was a little girl, and he would never allow her to be casually married off to some unknown nobody!

"Don't rush. Where is Rongrong?"

"Where is this little girl? The full moon night is approaching, why hasn't she come out yet?"

Ning Fengzhi, with a gentle expression, glanced at a certain corner of the hall and deliberately raised his voice with a smile.

Just as his words fell, Ning Rongrong—swift as a rabbit and quiet as a maiden—walked out on tiptoe.

Her pretty face slightly flushed, she glanced at her two grandfathers as well as her father, who appeared somewhat stern today, and said weakly:

"Father, hasn't Rongrong come now?"

Looking at his somewhat shy daughter, Ning Fengzhi's face was filled with utter indulgence.

He glanced at the empty hall, then smiled:

"Let's go, follow me to the forbidden ground!"

The forbidden ground?

They had to go to the forbidden ground to get married?

Gu Rong, thoroughly bewildered, scratched his head and looked at Ning Rongrong as she walked over.

He quickly pulled a red vermilion fruit out of his pouch and asked with a smile:

"Rongrong, tell me, what on earth is going on here?"

Ning Rongrong looked at the red fruit being handed to her and shook her head slightly.

Normally, she would have been spinning around with joy over the snacks handed to her by Grandpa Gu!

Yet today, she found it somewhat difficult to speak of, or perhaps she was simply a bit bashful.

"Alright, old Gu, won't you find out in a moment?"

Hearing Chen Xin's reminder, Gu Rong sighed softly, then followed behind the Sect Master's retreating figure toward the forbidden ground!

Meanwhile, in a certain secluded secret chamber within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a seven-colored jade coffin lay quietly, resting atop the ten-thousand-year profound ice.

Set off by wisps of cold qi, the entire secret chamber looked like a fairy realm!

Inside the coffin lay a handsome young man who looked as though he had been carved out of ice and jade, with red lips, white teeth, and the appearance of a heavenly deity descending to the mortal realm.

Accompanied by a crisp "ding" sound, the young man's brows twitched slightly:

"Ding! Congratulations on reincarnating on Douluo Continent for one hundred thousand years. The Perfect Douluo System has been activated!"

Hearing the system's prompt, Ye Xingchen slowly opened his eyes.

After glancing around, he could not help but sigh:

"Damn it!"

"One hundred thousand years! Holy crap!"

"Why don't you just let me sleep for another one hundred thousand years?"

His name was Ye Xingchen, a time-traveler from Earth!

He was also a loyal fan of Douluo; on the very night Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, he had died suddenly from overwork!

Harboring a deep hatred for A San, Ye Xingchen had arrived on Douluo Continent one hundred thousand years in the past—the Demon Forest!

Thinking that since he had already arrived, he would just cultivate properly to become a god, and then wait one hundred thousand years to wipe out the newly emerged Tang San.

Instead, the system activated and immediately put him to sleep for one hundred thousand years...

"I... finally came out..."

"Where is this? System, what did you do to me all these past one hundred thousand years?"

"Why do I still feel like an ordinary mortal, without even awakening my martial soul?"

Ye Xingchen, having awakened, performed an internal examination and immediately burst out complaining!

Perfect Douluo System: "..."

Perfect Douluo System: "Keep yapping, and I won't mind another one hundred thousand years!"

Hearing the system's officially stern response, Ye Xingchen swallowed right back down the words stuck in his throat.

Just as he intended to ask something else, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

For safety's sake, Ye Xingchen immediately lay back down and continued to play dead!

With the sound of a door opening, Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong walked in!

The three of them, visiting this place for the very first time, were struck with awe upon seeing the person inside the coffin!

"This young man looks just like an immortal from the heavens. He's so handsome it's unreal, but it's a pity he doesn't seem to have any life force at all!" Gu Rong exclaimed in astonishment.

Ning Fengzhi, taking it in stride, shook his head slightly. He glanced at the person in the coffin, a trace of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

Ten years of soul power nourishment, of life force nourishment, all just to wait for this very day!

For the sake of his wife's dying commission, he was willing to pay any price.

"The moment he awakens, he shall be the Young Master of this sect!"

"You and I shall both become his guardians, protecting him as he grows into a god!"

Upon hearing these two sentences from Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

He glanced at that immortal-like figure and was about to say something more.

When he saw Ning Fengzhi take Ning Rongrong's jade-white hand and say with a light smile:

"Daughter, it's your turn!"

"Give him a kiss, and he will wake up!"

Ye Xingchen, lying dead in the ice coffin, felt his eyelids twitch slightly upon hearing those words!

What?

Let Ning Rongrong kiss him?

Are you kidding me?

Is this the Snow White routine of waking up the prince?

Normally eccentric and a mischievous little devil who caused endless headaches, Ning Rongrong stood frozen in place upon hearing her father's instruction, a rare blush spreading across her fair, exquisite face.

Ever since she was little, she had been pampered and raised by her father, and she had always been utterly obedient to his every command.

Yet this once, Ning Rongrong actually felt a trace of resistance!

Looking at that immortal-like body lying in the ice coffin before her, she could not help but frown and say:

"Father, why are you asking me to do all this?"

"What is the purpose of it?"

Hearing this, a trace of gentle warmth appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.

He looked at his lovely daughter, stroked her hair with a smile, and said:

"For the sake of your mother, this is what she entrusted me with..."