Nan Xuan took out the Aromatic Silk Beauty and said to Ning Rongrong, "Eat this, then slowly absorb its medicinal power. Turning Seven Treasures into Nine Treasures won't be difficult."
Having been pampered since childhood, Ning Rongrong accepted the Aromatic Silk Beauty with some doubt and slowly consumed it.
"It's a little bitter." Ning Rongrong sounded aggrieved.
"Don't talk. Focus on absorbing it and regulating your breathing," Nan Xuan reminded her.
Seeing Nan Xuan's sharp gaze, Ning Rongrong did not dare talk back.
Ning Fengzhi watched anxiously from the side.
A few hours later, Ning Rongrong's aura had completely settled.
Looking at Ning Rongrong, who had fully absorbed it, Nan Xuan softly said, "Summon your martial soul and take a look."
Ning Rongrong also wanted to see whether her martial soul had truly changed. If it had not, Sword Grandpa would definitely flatten him later.
Sword Douluo, standing nearby, saw Ning Rongrong's expression. Knowing her well, he already understood what she was thinking.
All he could do was silently shake his head.
"Seven Treasures turn forth glazed light, the Seven Treasures have their name." Ning Rongrong looked at the martial soul in her hand and began counting its layers one by one.
Ning Fengzhi and the others beside her also stared at the martial soul in Ning Rongrong's hand and counted along.
"Nine layers! There really are nine layers!" Ning Rongrong jumped up in delight.
"Dad, there really are nine layers! They didn't lie to me!" Ning Rongrong hugged Ning Fengzhi's leg and said excitedly.
"Then why don't you thank Uncle Nan Xuan?" Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.
Nan Xuan secretly cursed, Old fox, trying to force even this connection.
Hearing her father's reminder, Ning Rongrong smiled and walked over to Nan Xuan, giving him a proper aristocratic bow.
Nan Xuan patted her head with his right hand and smiled to show that he accepted it.
In truth, while touching her, Nan Xuan used his spiritual power to transmit some exemplary knowledge about being a good girl of the new era into her mind. It could guide her to some extent, so he would not have to worry about her growing up crooked.
"Sect Master, several ladies outside say they are here to see someone," a steward said as he approached Ning Fengzhi.
"Please let them in. They are our lovers," Nan Xuan called out to Ning Fengzhi.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and invite them in," Sword Douluo snapped at the steward, annoyed by his lack of tact.
Before long, Lan Yingying and the others arrived at the main hall.
"What formidable strength." Sword Douluo looked at Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu in surprise.
When they had gone shopping, Nan Xuan had removed the concealment on their Soul Power, saving them plenty of trouble.
Unexpectedly, this frightened Sword Douluo and the others again.
"What is it, Uncle Sword?" Ning Fengzhi asked Sword Douluo Chen Xin in a low voice.
"Do you see the two women behind Nan Xuan? They are Title Douluo of the same rank as that old bone," Sword Douluo Chen Xin transmitted to Ning Fengzhi.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi felt as sour as a lemon. Two level-95 Title Douluo were someone else's wives. Damn, he was so envious.
Envy aside, they had arrived, and it was getting late. Dinner had to be arranged.
After staying at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for one night, Nan Xuan and the others chose to leave.
Before leaving, Nan Xuan told Ning Fengzhi that they could use Network World to contact each other about anything in the future.
"Brother Xuan, where are we going now? You probably don't have anywhere specific to go anymore, right?" Yang Tian teased Nan Xuan about the places they had visited recently. Why did it feel like every place had been for business?
"Hahaha, not anymore. From now on, we'll just travel around and have fun, relax, spread the name of the God of the Network throughout the lands, and cultivate on your own along the way," Nan Xuan said with a relieved sigh.
"Alright, then this time it's a real trip." Chen Gao drove the carriage off in a random direction.
After the New Year, Spirit City.
Chen Gao and the others parked the carriage beside a hotel near Spirit Hall. Smiling, Chen Gao said to Nan Xuan, "Brother Xuan, once you go in there, who knows whether you'll be able to come back out."
"You'll probably have to crawl out," Yang Tian chimed in.
"Tch, men deserve it. Who told him to be so fickle?"
"Exactly, exactly."
"Her Holiness the Pope might lock him up and hang him up for a beating."
Shi Qiaoyue and the sisters Aini and Aili took turns judging Nan Xuan.
Nan Xuan could only chuckle at that. Taking Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu with him, he headed toward Spirit Hall without looking back.
Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu were also somewhat nervous. Although Bibi Dong already knew about their relationship with Nan Xuan, they had never actually met her. This time, Nan Xuan insisted on bringing both of them along. It was truly absurd.
"Nan Xuan, how about you go by yourself?" Liu Mumu said bitterly.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not even afraid." Nan Xuan took her hand, displayed the token Bibi Dong had given him, and smoothly entered Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong sat nobly and coldly in the pope's chair. Looking at the three before her, she said in a frosty voice, "Little Xuan, you really dared to bring them here."
"Tch, why wouldn't I dare? You're so busy that you have no time to keep me company, and you still think you have the right to complain? Besides, didn't they come to help share some of your pressure? Isn't that right? Hehehe." Nan Xuan replied with a shameless, playful grin.
Nan Xuan's answer made Bibi Dong blush. Over the past few years, they had explored life together in Network World. Though they had not met for so long, she knew his strength very well.
"Dong'er, your Pope Palace is too empty. It feels a little cold. Want to go somewhere warmer?" Nan Xuan gave Bibi Dong a look that needed no words.
"Hmph, you dead scoundrel." Bibi Dong snorted softly and led the three to her bedchamber.
This bedchamber was very familiar to Nan Xuan, especially the pope's chair over there. It was identical to the one in the main hall just now.
"I didn't expect you to really prepare a chair for me." Nan Xuan had jokingly said last time that her room lacked a pope's chair. He had not expected her to actually arrange one this time.
Bibi Dong slipped off her shoes by stepping on the heel of one with her other foot, then slowly walked toward Nan Xuan.
"What else could it be for, if not to satisfy your little thoughts?" Bibi Dong said, her face flushed.
"What little thoughts do I have? I just think it's uncomfortable when there's nowhere to sit in the room." As he spoke, Nan Xuan pulled Bibi Dong onto the pope's chair.
"Eh, what's behind that chair? Lie down and turn around to take a look. Did you put something back there?" Nan Xuan pointed behind the pope's chair.
As if possessed, Bibi Dong knelt on the chair and looked behind it.
Bibi Dong lay over the chair, her Pope robe slit open, pale white light gleaming against the floor.
"There's nothing." Bibi Dong looked around, found nothing, and said to Nan Xuan.
Nan Xuan stood behind Bibi Dong with a smile and said, "I clearly saw something just now. Check again carefully."
Bibi Dong said nothing and bent down to continue searching.
"You think the Pope is blind?" Bibi Dong was just about to stand up and give Nan Xuan a hard slap.
"Mm?" Bibi Dong suddenly lurched forward, caught completely off guard.
"Why did you suddenly push me?" Feeling the force against her back from behind, Bibi Dong asked angrily.
"Couldn't you see clearly? I just wanted you to get closer to the back." Nan Xuan said somewhat sheepishly.
"The point is, why did you push so hard? What if I fell?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Xuan's smiling face, utterly speechless.
Before long, Bibi Dong grew unwilling. She straightened up. She was not going to keep looking for that damned thing.
"Hmph, do you really take this Pope for a three-year-old child?" Bibi Dong snorted and stood up.
Seeing Bibi Dong stand, Nan Xuan noticed some water stains on the floor. Afraid that she might slip, he could only have her hold onto the armrests of the pope's chair again.
A while later.
"Hey, are you a dog? Why do you keep licking? If you want to eat, then just eat." Bibi Dong watched Nan Xuan continue licking as though he had never eaten before.
You are at least an Ultimate Douluo. This is truly embarrassing.
"You don't understand. This is like candied hawthorn. The outside is sweet, but when you bite into it, there's a trace of tartness inside. Only by savoring it slowly can you show how much you love it."
Nan Xuan did not want to be like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, swallowing it in one bite without tasting anything before it was gone.
As the Pope, Bibi Dong found his actions truly humiliating, as if Spirit Hall had left him starving.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bibi Dong directly urged him to hurry up and eat. If it was not enough, she would have Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu come over together and get some too.
Hearing her say that, Nan Xuan felt as though he had experienced the great ups and downs of life in only a few minutes.
Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu were rather surprised upon hearing Bibi Dong call out. She even wanted them to come together. He truly was a starving man.
Since Bibi Dong had said so, Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu could not refuse. After all, this was their first meeting. If they refused, they surely would not get along in the future.
They could only agree to take care of this starving man with her.
The happiness between four people was just that simple.
Nighttime.
Bibi Dong lay on Nan Xuan's chest and softly asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Bibi Dong did not expect Nan Xuan to remain here at all. The two understood and tolerated each other. There were some things that did not need to be said aloud; they could both guess them.
Nan Xuan held Lan Yingying's soft hand and turned to ask Bibi Dong with a smile, "How long do you want me to stay?"
"I want you to stay for a lifetime." Bibi Dong would not let Nan Xuan get what he wanted so easily. She made him regret asking that question outright.
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