Top-tier Soul Tool Malfunctions! The Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Is Electrocuted Until She Doubts Her Life!

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was full of stubbornness; she simply could not understand why her father was so wary of this pile of junk. In her eyes, these were nothing more than attention-seeking tricks!

With a flick of her wrist, the string of "Illusion Glazed Beads," composed of seven differently colored gems, flew from her hand.

This Soul Tool had been custom-made for her by the top artificer in the sect. Each bead contained a different energy attribute, and when all seven were released together, they could form a chaotic energy field capable of causing most soul skills and Soul Tools to malfunction on the spot!

She wanted to show this swindler named Qin Feng what true power was!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong's bodies tensed instantly, their soul power surging in the shadows. Although they did not approve of Ning Rongrong's recklessness, they could only prepare to deal with any sudden situation.

The string of beads traced a brilliant rainbow through the air, heading straight for the core assembly robotic arm of the production line.

Qin Feng stood where he was, not even lifting an eyelid, merely casting a faint glance.

"Brother Wolf, there's a fly."

"Damn it! Which blind fool dares to touch my production line!"

Grey Wolf, who had been squatting on the ground grumbling, suddenly raised his head, a fierce light gleaming in his dead-fish eyes. He didn't even look at the string of beads, merely raising his left paw impatiently.

On his wrist, he wore an unremarkable black metal ring.

Grey Wolf pressed the ring casually.

"Hum--"

There was no light, no sound.

Only an invisible ripple spread outward with Grey Wolf at the center.

In mid-air, the string of Illusion Glazed Beads, which had been radiating light and surging with momentum, suddenly acted like a lightbulb that had lost power. All the light vanished instantly, turning them into a string of plain, ordinary stone beads that hit the ground with a "clatter" and rolled to Ning Rongrong's feet.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The smug smile on Ning Rongrong's face froze.

She stared blankly at the lusterless beads at her feet, her mind going completely blank.

Malfunctioned?

Her top-tier Soul Tool, which she took such pride in, had turned into a pile of scrap before it even touched the opponent's machine?

"This... this is impossible!" Ning Rongrong shrieked. Refusing to accept reality, she channeled her soul power, trying to activate the Glazed Beads again, but the string of beads remained as dead as a stone, showing no reaction at all.

"Nothing is impossible."

Grey Wolf jumped down from the console, carrying a wrench larger than his own head, and walked up to Ning Rongrong, tapping the beads on the ground with the tool.

"It's just a low-level energy resonance device that interferes with energy flow through the inherent frequencies of different crystals."

"I only needed to release a broad-spectrum high-intensity electromagnetic pulse to instantly disrupt your fragile energy circuits and cause it to crash." Grey Wolf picked his nose, looking disgusted. "Toys like this can't even interfere with my son Xiao Huihui's diapers."

Every word of this statement was like a loud slap, landing heavily on Ning Rongrong's face.

She trembled with rage, pointing at Grey Wolf: "You ugly wolf! You're lying! What kind of sorcery did you use!"

"Sorcery?" Qin Feng's voice came through coldly. He finally put down his tablet and walked over step by step.

"Miss Ning, it seems you still haven't grasped the situation."

"In my factory, you must follow my rules."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

A Power Armor Guard immediately brought over a manual as thick as a brick and a pen, slamming them heavily onto the table in front of Ning Rongrong.

On the cover of the manual, a line of large characters was printed--<Umbrella Corporation Nuoding Branch Factory Safety Production Responsibility Guidelines (First Edition)>.

"What is this?" Ning Rongrong was stunned.

"Rules." Qin Feng pointed at the manual. "Chapter One, Article One: It is strictly forbidden to use any form of energy attack within the workshop. Violators will be fined for minor offenses, and for major ones... destroyed on the spot."

"You!" Ning Rongrong was so angry she couldn't speak.

"Given that you are a first-time offender and the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I will spare your life." Qin Feng said expressionlessly. "Copy these guidelines one hundred times, then sign and fingerprint them, guaranteeing you will not violate them again. Then, this matter will be considered settled."

Copy it one hundred times?

And sign and fingerprint it?

Ning Rongrong felt like she was about to explode with rage! Never in her life had she suffered such an insult!

"I won't! Who do you think you are! How dare you discipline me!" She swept the manual onto the floor.

"It seems Miss Ning is not prepared to cooperate." Qin Feng wasn't angry, merely giving Grey Wolf a look.

"Hehehe, I love giving electric therapy to disobedient little kids."

Grey Wolf chuckled sinisterly and pressed the metal ring on his wrist again.

This time, it wasn't a pulse.

"Zzzzt--!"

A blue-white electric arc shot out from Grey Wolf's ring, connecting directly to Ning Rongrong's body.

"Ah--!!!"

A shrill scream echoed through the workshop.

Ning Rongrong felt her entire body go numb, her hair standing straight on end as her body began to twitch violently and uncontrollably, as if she were performing an incredibly ridiculous breakdance.

"Rongrong!"

"How dare you!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo roared simultaneously, two earth-shattering auras erupting into the sky as they prepared to strike.

"Two seniors, don't be impulsive!"

Ning Fengzhi threw his arms wide, blocking them firmly in front of him. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, but his gaze was exceptionally resolute.

He knew very well that if they made a move, no one would be walking out of these doors today. That cannon capable of locking onto a Title Douluo was definitely not just for show!

"Dad! Save me! Numb... I'm numb..." Ning Rongrong cried out, her speech slurred as she continued to twitch.

Grey Wolf controlled the current, keeping her right at the critical threshold of extreme pain without causing actual injury.

"Boss Qin." Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, turned, and bowed to Qin Feng. "My daughter has been unruly; I apologize to you on her behalf. Please, show mercy."

Qin Feng looked at the still-dancing Ning Rongrong, then at the earnest-looking Ning Fengzhi.

"Fine."

Grey Wolf shut off the current.

Ning Rongrong collapsed to the ground with a thud, wisps of smoke still rising from her body as the smell of burnt hair filled the air.

"Sign it." Qin Feng pointed to the Code of Conduct on the floor, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Ning Rongrong looked at the pitch-black muzzle of the gun, then at the bracelet on Grey Wolf's wrist that was still sparking with electric arcs, and finally at her father's unquestionable gaze.

All of her pride and willfulness were shattered by the electricity in that moment.

With trembling hands, she picked up the booklet and the pen, lay on the floor, and while sobbing, humiliatingly signed her name on the last page and pressed her thumbprint onto it.

Having resolved this small interlude, Ning Fengzhi waved for Sword Douluo to help up his still-sobbing daughter, then walked back in front of Qin Feng, his expression having returned to calm, or perhaps even more solemn than before.

"Boss Qin, can we talk about a partnership now?"

He pointed to the production line that had started running again, his eyes filled with irrepressible desire.

"These weapons, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants them all."

"No." Qin Feng shook his head.

Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened.

"I'm not looking for customers; I'm looking for partners." Qin Feng looked at him. "But before that, I need you to understand what your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which you are so proud of, actually is in my eyes."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned, not understanding why Qin Feng had suddenly brought this up.

Qin Feng didn't explain directly, instead turning to the whiteboard behind him and rapidly writing down a string of complex formulas and functions.

"Sect Master Ning, why do you think your martial soul can amplify others?"

Ning Fengzhi answered instinctively: "This is a gift from the heavens, the inheritance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's bloodline..."

"Wrong."

Qin Feng tapped the whiteboard heavily with his pen.

"So-called amplification is nothing more than a specific form of soul power resonance."

"Your martial soul is like a signal amplifier; by releasing a unique frequency, it forcibly causes the soul power of other soul masters to resonate, thereby erupting with greater power in a short period."

Qin Feng turned around, looked at the dumbfounded Ning Fengzhi, and uttered a statement that would overturn the entire understanding of support-type soul masters.

"However, this crude resonance damages the foundation of the assisted person's soul power every single time, overdrawing their potential."

"To put it bluntly, your support is poison."