Of course, this would take more careful thought. After all, he only had one sample. If he wanted to mass-produce them, he would still need Tang San's help.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Fengzhi, that boy dared to bully Rongrong. We should send a few more people to beat him up," said an old man with gray-white hair, sword-shaped eyebrows, and bright, piercing eyes.
"Uncle Sword, I've already sent someone. They should be back soon. That boy is quite interesting," Ning Fengzhi said with a faint smile.
A quarter of an hour later, the two men returned in a sorry state.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, we failed. That boy has Twin Martial Souls. His Second Martial Soul is a Bell-type Martial Soul, and together with his First Martial Soul, it makes him very powerful. We were no match for him. His Second Martial Soul also carries an imperial pressure."
Ning Fengzhi lowered his head, somewhat surprised, and seemed to ponder something.
"You may leave."
"Uncle Sword, that boy is quite interesting. This is a warning to us," Ning Fengzhi said in his usual refined manner.
"Hmph. If it were up to me, I'd go beat that boy up myself. You're her father, and your daughter's been bullied like this, yet you're still thinking about recruiting him?" Sword Douluo said.
"Uncle Sword, don't get worked up. That boy was able to guess we were there to test him. His mind is sharper than most people's; otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed his Second Martial Soul," Ning Fengzhi said calmly.
"Oh? Then what do you want to do?" Sword Douluo asked.
"I haven't made up my mind yet. I'm just curious. Besides, wasn't the point of letting Rongrong sneak out this time to temper her a little? If we step in now, all our efforts will be wasted," Ning Fengzhi said.
"Hmph. Then let that boy enjoy himself for a while longer." With that, Sword Douluo turned and left.
Ning Fengzhi was left alone in the hall, frowning as he pondered something.
The next day.
Inside Shrek Academy.
A line of people stood before Flender. They were Tang San and the others, with Ning Rongrong among them.
"Oscar, Ning Rongrong, step forward. Auxiliary Soul Masters must first learn how to run away. Now run twenty laps around the village."
"Yes," the two answered in unison.
By evening, they returned at the same time.
"Have you finished your laps?" Flender asked coldly.
"Reporting to the Dean, I have," Oscar said.
"I'm asking both of you, not just you," Flender said coldly again.
"Then, Ning Rongrong, did you finish your laps?"
"Let me guess. You stopped halfway to eat your fill in Suotuo City, then came back to meet Oscar. Am I wrong?" Flender's expression grew darker and darker.
"Oscar, go run another twenty laps. Ning Rongrong, he's being punished in your place. Shrek is a team. Don't you feel guilty?"
Ning Rongrong finally couldn't hold back and exploded. "Flender, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a lowly Soul Saint. You want me to leave? I refuse. And I'm definitely not running laps." In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was the Little Demoness who feared nothing and no one. Nobody could tell her what to do. How could she put up with being scolded like this?
"So that's what you're relying on? The young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You're bringing shame upon your sect. You're nothing but a spoiled rich kid," Flender said contemptuously.
Ning Rongrong was about to retort, but she didn't know what to say.
"Am I wrong? That talent you're so proud of means nothing here. Dai Mubai is fifteen and level thirty-nine. Tang San is twelve, with level thirty Soul Power. Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu—which one of them is weaker than you? And that's not even mentioning Jiang Siming," Flender said with a cold snort.
"I'm an Auxiliary Soul Master. How can I compare myself to them? Oh, and what about Oscar?" Ning Rongrong argued indignantly.
"Have you ever seen a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power?" Flender asked.
"Innate Full Soul Power? An auxiliary type? No, you're lying to me. How could an auxiliary type have Innate Full Soul Power?" Ning Rongrong shouted.
"Oscar may be the only food-type Soul Master on the continent with Innate Full Soul Power. You should know what that means. Maybe he'll surpass your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and become the greatest Auxiliary Martial Soul in the world. And you're nothing but a spoiled rich kid." Flender's tone grew increasingly severe.
"No, that's not true." Ning Rongrong gradually lost control of her emotions and ran away in tears.
"Jiang Siming, go check on her. Make sure nothing else happens." Flender was a typical case of having a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
"Damn, you're the one who broke that girl's heart, and now you're making me clean up the mess," Jiang Siming grumbled.
"Just go. Don't waste your breath," Flender said.
The others stared in confusion as the situation shifted so quickly.
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and train," Flender said sternly, clearing his throat.
Following Ning Rongrong's footprints, Jiang Siming walked along slowly. He saw her sitting on a rock by the lake, staring blankly.
Jiang Siming went over to Ning Rongrong and sat down too.
"Did you come to laugh at me?" Ning Rongrong said through her sobs.
"If you think so, then sure," Jiang Siming said nonchalantly.
"You..." Ning Rongrong was momentarily at a loss for words.
"If you don't change, no one will want to be your friend. Friends should be sincere and treat each other as equals. They shouldn't be like the subordinates in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, whom you can order around however you please. Even among those subordinates who seem respectful, how many truly respect you? I'd say most of them only respect you because of your father." Jiang Siming dealt Ning Rongrong another blow.
"You're talking nonsense," Ning Rongrong retorted.
"Let's say I am, then!" Jiang Siming stood up and was about to leave.