Douluo: Neighbor San Comes to My House to Use the Wi-Fi

Nan Xuan took out the Aromatic Silk Beauty and said to Ning Rongrong, "Eat this, then slowly absorb its medicinal power. Turning the Seven Treasures into Nine Treasures won't be difficult."

Ning Rongrong, who had been pampered since childhood, took the Aromatic Silk Beauty with half-belief and began to consume it slowly.

"It's a bit bitter," Ning Rongrong said with a hint of grievance.

"Don't speak, focus on absorbing and regulating your breath," Nan Xuan reminded her.

Seeing the sharp look in Nan Xuan's eyes, Ning Rongrong didn't dare to talk back.

Ning Fengzhi watched from the side, looking nervous.

A few hours later, the aura around Ning Rongrong completely calmed down.

Nan Xuan looked at Ning Rongrong, who had finished absorbing the essence, and said softly, "Summon your Martial Soul and let's take a look."

Ning Rongrong also wanted to see if her Martial Soul had changed; if it hadn't, she would surely have to let Grandpa Sword beat him up later.

Sword Douluo, standing nearby, saw the expression on Ning Rongrong's face and, knowing her well, already understood what she was thinking.

He could only shake his head silently in his heart.

"Seven Treasures turn into glaze, Seven Treasures have names." Ning Rongrong looked at the Martial Soul in her hand and began to count the layers one by one.

Ning Fengzhi and the others nearby also stared intently at the Martial Soul in Ning Rongrong's hand, counting along.

"Nine layers, there really are nine layers!" Ning Rongrong jumped up with joy.

"Dad, there really are nine layers! They didn't lie to me," Ning Rongrong said excitedly, hugging Ning Fengzhi's leg.

"Then why don't you thank your Uncle Nan Xuan?" Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Nan Xuan thought to himself, Old man, trying to pull strings over something like this.

Hearing her father's reminder, Ning Rongrong smiled, walked up to Nan Xuan, and performed a standard aristocratic salute.

Nan Xuan patted her head with his right hand and smiled, signaling that he accepted it.

In fact, while patting her, Nan Xuan used his spiritual power to transmit some model knowledge of a "new era good girl" into her mind, which could serve as a form of guidance so he wouldn't have to worry about her going astray.

"Sect Master, there are a few ladies outside saying they are looking for someone," a deacon said as he walked up to Ning Fengzhi.

"Please let them in; they are our lovers," Nan Xuan called out to Ning Fengzhi.

"What are you standing there for? Go and invite them up immediately!" Sword Douluo said coldly to the deacon, who lacked the wit to see the situation.

Not long after, Lan Yingying and the others arrived at the main hall.

"What impressive strength," Sword Douluo said, looking at Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu with surprise.

Nan Xuan had removed the concealment on their soul power while they were out shopping, which would save them a lot of trouble.

He hadn't expected this to startle Sword Douluo and the others once again.

"What is it, Uncle Sword?" Ning Fengzhi asked Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, in a low voice.

"Do you see the two women behind Nan Xuan? They are Title Douluo on the same level as that old bone," Sword Douluo Chen Xin transmitted his voice to Ning Fengzhi.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi felt his heart turn sour like a lemon; having two level-95 Title Douluo as wives—he was truly envious as hell.

Envy aside, since they were here 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 his group chose to leave.

Before leaving, Nan Xuan informed Ning Fengzhi that all future matters should be coordinated through the Network World.

"Brother Xuan, where are we going now? You shouldn't have any specific destinations left, right?" Yang Tian complained slightly about the places Nan Xuan had chosen to visit, feeling as though they were always running errands.

"Hahaha, there really aren't any left now. Let's just go out and play casually, relax a bit, spread the word of the God of the Network to various places, and you all can slowly cultivate on your own," Nan Xuan exhaled and said with a smile.

"That works, this time it's a real vacation." Chen Gao drove the carriage and headed in a random direction.

After the new year, Martial Soul City.

Chen Gao and the others parked the carriage next to a hotel near Martial Soul Hall and said to Nan Xuan with a smile, "Brother Xuan, who knows if you'll be able to come back after this trip."

"I'm afraid he'll have to crawl out," Yang Tian added from the side.

"Tsk, men. It's what he deserves; who told him to be such a flirt."

"Exactly, exactly."

"Wait until the Pope locks him up and beats him while hanging him from the ceiling."

Shi Qiaoyue and the sisters Aini and Aili took turns critiquing Nan Xuan.

Nan Xuan could only chuckle at this, taking Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu with him as he walked toward Martial Soul Hall without looking back.

Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu were also quite nervous. Although Bibi Dong already knew about their relationship with Nan Xuan, they had never actually met in person. Nan Xuan had insisted on bringing them both along, which left them speechless.

"Nan Xuan, why don't you go by yourself?" Liu Mumu said bitterly.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not even afraid." Nan Xuan held her hand, flashed the token Bibi Dong had given him, and successfully entered the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's chair, looking noble and cold. She looked at the three people before her and said coldly, "Xiao Xuan, you really dared to bring them here."

"Tsk, what's there to be afraid of? You're so busy you don't have time to accompany me, and you're acting like you're in the right? Besides, they just wanted to come and help you share some of the pressure, right? Isn't that so? Hehehe." Nan Xuan replied with a thick-skinned, cheeky grin.

Faced with Nan Xuan's response, a blush rose on Bibi Dong's face. They had spent the last few years exploring life in the Network World; although they hadn't seen each other in a long time, she knew his strength all too well.

"Dong'er, this Pope Palace of yours is too spacious; it's a bit cold. How about we move to a warmer place?" Nan Xuan gave Bibi Dong a look that could only be understood, not described.

"Hmph, you lecher." Bibi Dong let out a soft huff and led the three of them to her private chambers.

This chamber felt very familiar to Nan Xuan, especially the Pope chair over there, which was identical to the one in the main hall.

"I didn't expect you to actually prepare a chair for me." Nan Xuan joked that her room lacked a Pope chair last time, never imagining she would actually arrange for one this time.

Bibi Dong stepped on her left heel with her right foot to slip off her shoes, then walked slowly toward Nan Xuan.

"Why, isn't it just to satisfy your little schemes?" Bibi Dong said, her face flushed.

"What little schemes could I have? I just felt it was uncomfortable not having a place to sit in the room," Nan Xuan said, pulling Bibi Dong toward the Pope chair.

"Hey, what's behind that chair? Lean over and take a look; did you put something back there?" Nan Xuan pointed behind the Pope chair.

Bibi Dong, as if possessed, knelt on the chair and looked toward the back.

Bibi Dong leaned over the chair, her Pope robe parted, revealing a flash of snow-white radiance on the floor.

"There's nothing here," Bibi Dong said to Nan Xuan after taking a look and finding nothing.

Nan Xuan stood behind Bibi Dong with a smile, looking at her, and said, "I clearly saw it just now; check more carefully."

Bibi Dong didn't speak, leaning down again to continue searching.

"Do you take me for a blind Pope?" Just as Bibi Dong was about to stand up and give Nan Xuan a slap, she felt a sudden push.

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong lunged forward, caught completely off guard.

"Why did you suddenly push me?" Bibi Dong said, feeling a bit angry at the shove from behind.

"You weren't seeing clearly, so I wanted to help you get a bit closer," Nan Xuan said, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"The point is, why did you push so hard? What if I had fallen?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Xuan's smiling face, truly speechless.

Before long, Bibi Dong grew impatient and straightened her body; she wasn't going to keep looking for that ridiculous thing.

"Hmph, do you really take this Pope for a three-year-old child?" Bibi Dong huffed and stood up.

Seeing Bibi Dong stand, Nan Xuan noticed some water stains on the floor and, fearing she might lose her footing, could only have her hold onto the armrests of the Pope chair.

A while later.

"Hey, are you a dog? Why do you keep licking? If you want to eat it, just eat it." Bibi Dong watched Nan Xuan licking away as if he had never eaten before.

You are a peerless Douluo, after all; this is truly shameful.

"You don't understand this. This thing is like a candied hawthorn; the outside is sweet, but when you bite into it, there's a hint of tartness inside. Only by savoring it slowly can I show my affection for it."

Nan Xuan didn't want to be like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, swallowing it in one gulp without knowing the taste before it was gone.

As the Pope, watching his actions truly made Bibi Dong feel ashamed, as if her Martial Soul Hall couldn't even keep him fed.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bibi Dong directly pressured him to eat it quickly, and if it wasn't enough, she would have Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu go get more.

Hearing her say this, Nan Xuan felt as if he had experienced the highs and lows of life in just a few short minutes.

Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu were somewhat surprised to hear Bibi Dong's call; she even wanted them to join in—what a gluttonous man.

Seeing that Bibi Dong had already spoken, Lan Yingying and Liu Mumu couldn't really refuse. After all, it was their first time meeting, and if they refused, they wouldn't know how to get along in the future.

They could only agree to help her take care of this gluttonous man.

The happiness between the four of them was just that simple.

At night.

Bibi Dong lay on Nan Xuan's chest and asked softly, "How long do you plan to stay this time?"

Bibi Dong didn't count on Nan Xuan staying here at all. They both understood each other and were tolerant of one another; some things didn't need to be said aloud for them to guess the truth.

Nan Xuan held Lan Yingying's delicate hand, turned his head, and asked Bibi Dong with a smile, "How long do you want me to stay?"

"I want you to stay for a lifetime." Bibi Dong wouldn't easily fall into Nan Xuan's trap, making him regret asking the question.