Little Ancestor, Please Say Less

"Do you know what Whale Rubber is used for?" Ye Xiao continued at an unhurried pace.

"Uh..." Ning Rongrong was stumped. She only knew that whenever her father and some Uncles mentioned the stuff, their expressions became rather strange and their words vague. Her Mother had even told her not to pry into such matters as a child.

As for what it was actually used for, she truly had no idea.

"I... I don't know! Anyway, it's definitely not a good thing!"

"Since you don't even know what Whale Rubber is used for, why do you say everyone who buys it is a bad person?" Ye Xiao shook his head, his tone taking on a hint of admonishment. "That's extremely arbitrary and ridiculous."

He paused. Seeing Ning Rongrong's unconvinced expression, he suddenly changed tack and gave an example. "For instance... I've never seen the legendary Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, so I don't know how powerful it truly is.

"So, if I simply went around saying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a trash Martial Soul based solely on my own mouth, would you think I was right?"

"You! You! You're talking nonsense!" Ning Rongrong was truly enraged this time. Her little chest rose and fell violently, and her eyes had even begun to redden.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one support Martial Soul in the world! It's not trash! You... you don't understand anything!"

The attendant beside them nearly blacked out and fainted.

An argument was one thing, but how had it escalated into questioning the sect's inherited Martial Soul?

If the Sect Master or the two elders found out... he felt that he might have to pack up and leave.

"I don't believe it. I've never seen it! Just because you say so, it's true?" Ye Xiao shrugged, wearing an expression that plainly said words alone proved nothing.

"Fine! I'll show you!" Ning Rongrong's competitive streak and desire to prove herself had been provoked. She no longer cared whether this was the trading hall.

Her Little Face tightened as Soul Power surged within her, light gathering in the center of her right palm.

The next moment, an exquisite pagoda, crystal-clear and gleaming with seven-colored glazed radiance, appeared above her palm.

The pagoda had seven levels. Delicate, magnificent, and shimmering with flowing light, it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"See? You see it now, right? This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda! It's amazing." Ning Rongrong held up her Martial Soul and proudly displayed it to Ye Xiao, her Little Face full of an expression that said, You believe me now, don't you?

Ye Xiao looked at the truly exquisite Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and nodded. "Oh, I see it. It's quite pretty. And then?"

"And then... then it's very powerful!" Ning Rongrong choked at his dismissive response. She had thought he would be amazed, that he would apologize. She had never expected him to say just that.

Powerful how? In what way was it powerful?

She was only a child who had just awakened her Martial Soul and had yet to obtain a Spirit Ring. In truth, she could not explain it clearly either and could only keep stressing that it was very powerful.

Seeing that Ye Xiao still wore an expression that said, Is that all? Ning Rongrong became both anxious and aggrieved. She had been adored by everyone since childhood, and her Martial Soul had been praised by all. When had she ever suffered such disregard?

Combined with Ye Xiao "bullying" her again and again earlier, her pent-up emotions finally burst forth. Mist filled her large eyes, and her voice took on a tearful tremble. "It... it really is very powerful! You... you're bullying me!"

Seeing the Little Princess's tears about to fall, the attendant beside them was practically ready to kneel before Ye Xiao, wailing inwardly.

Little Ancestor, please say less!

Both elders and the Sect Master doted on the eldest young lady immensely. If they learned that she had been upset here under his watch, would he still have a future?

[Ye Xiao: Ning Rongrong crying.jpg. She really is a child. A few words and she's about to cry.]

[Ye Qianxue: Father, this is where you're wrong! Mother Rongrong is so adorable. You have to treat girls like her well; you can't bully them.]

[Ye Kaining: Uh... adorable? I remember Grandmother was called the Little Demoness when she was young, wasn't she?]

[Ye Kaiyang: Remove the "wasn't she." She only became less so after meeting Great Grandfather. But if they meet this early, perhaps some things will change.]

[Ye Yuanling: It would definitely be interesting if Grandmother Rongrong could become a little tagalong.]

[Ye Qianxue: That really does sound interesting. A nurturing-system wife? Father, keep it up!]

"Rongrong, what's wrong?"

A calm voice came from nearby.

Ye Xiao turned his head and saw an old man in a simple white robe slowly approaching.

The old man's beard and hair were both white, while his long silver hair had been meticulously combed behind his back.

His gaze was indifferent and tranquil, making others afraid to meet his eyes.

A name immediately surfaced in Ye Xiao's mind.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's pillar of support, a rank ninety-six Super Douluo, the pinnacle of swordsmanship whose attack power stood unmatched beneath the heavens.

When the attendant saw Sword Douluo appear, he hurriedly gave a deep and extraordinarily respectful bow. Without daring to say another word, he swiftly retreated to the distant work area, wishing he could vanish on the spot.

What came next was not something a lowly attendant like him could involve himself in.

"Grandpa Jian!" When Ning Rongrong saw the Grandpa Jian who loved her most, her grievance immediately intensified. She ran over and threw herself beside Sword Douluo's leg, her little hand clutching his robe. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she said in a trembling voice, "He... he bullied me!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin lowered his head and lovingly patted Ning Rongrong's little head before turning his gaze toward Ye Xiao.

At that glance, even a trace of surprise passed through his anciently tranquil eyes.

"This child..." Chen Xin's heart stirred.

With his insight, he could naturally tell that Ye Xiao's bone age was indeed similar to Ning Rongrong's.

Yet the Soul Power fluctuation circulating within Ye Xiao's body had clearly reached the level of more than ten ranks.

What did that mean? It meant that he had already obtained his First Spirit Ring.

He was likely someone with Innate Full Soul Power!

Was the world really this small?

To think that he would encounter someone with Innate Full Soul Power here.

"I didn't bully you." Though Ye Xiao felt a slight tension under Sword Douluo's gaze, he showed no fear. "I was merely refuting your earlier arbitrary statement.

"You don't understand Whale Rubber, yet you concluded that its buyers are not good people. Isn't that wrong?"

"You also said our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda isn't powerful!" Ning Rongrong hid behind Sword Douluo, poked out her little head, and protested indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes gained a trace of amused interest.

He had lived for decades. What storms had he not seen?

To him, two little children bickering was nothing more than a childish amusement.

Though he felt sorry for Rongrong, the other party was also a child. Could he, the dignified Sword Douluo, truly make things difficult for another child just because children had quarreled?

That would be far too beneath him.

Instead, he found himself somewhat interested in this Little Fellow before him, who was neither servile nor overbearing and whose thinking was so clear.

Seeing that Sword Douluo had remained silent, Ye Xiao felt considerably relieved.

As long as Sword Douluo did not act recklessly, he would not be in danger.

After all, a man obsessed with his Granddaughter could be somewhat terrifying.