The Top-Tier Soul Tool Malfunctions! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Young Lady Gets Shocked into Questioning Her Life!

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was set with stubbornness. She simply couldn't understand why her father was so wary of this pile of junk. To her, it was nothing but a flashy gimmick!

With a flick of her wrist, the Illusion Glazed Bead—a string of seven differently colored gems—flew from her hand.

This Soul Tool had been custom-made for her by the sect's top weapon-forging master. Each bead contained a different energy attribute, and when all seven were released together, they could create a chaotic energy field powerful enough to disable most Soul Skills and Soul Tools on the spot!

She would show that liar called Qin Feng what true power looked like!

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong tensed at once, their Soul Power surging. Although they disapproved of Ning Rongrong's recklessness, they could only prepare to respond to any sudden turn of events.

The string of beads traced a dazzling rainbow through the air, heading straight for the assembly arm at the heart of the production line.

Qin Feng remained where he was, not even lifting an eyelid. He merely glanced over.

"Brother Wolf, there's a fly."

"Damn it! Which idiot dares mess with my production line?!"

Grey Wolf, who had been crouching on the ground and grumbling, suddenly raised his head. A fierce glint flashed in his dead-fish eyes. He didn't even look at the string of beads, merely lifting his left paw in irritation.

A nondescript black metal ring encircled his wrist.

Grey Wolf casually pressed a button on it.

"Bzzzz—"

There was no light, no sound.

Only an invisible wave spread outward from Grey Wolf.

In midair, the Illusion Glazed Bead, which had been shining brilliantly and rushing forward with great force, suddenly went dark like a lightbulb that had lost power. It became nothing more than a string of ordinary stone beads, which clattered to the ground and rolled to Ning Rongrong's feet.

Time seemed to freeze.

The smug smile on Ning Rongrong's face stiffened.

She stared blankly at the beads by her feet, now stripped of all their luster, her mind utterly blank.

It had malfunctioned?

The top-tier Soul Tool she'd been so proud of had turned into a pile of junk without even touching the other side's machine?

"This... this is impossible!" Ning Rongrong shrieked. Refusing to believe it, she urged her Soul Power in an attempt to activate the beads again, but they lay there as if dead, not responding at all.

"Nothing's impossible."

Grey Wolf jumped down from the control console, carrying a wrench bigger than his head. He walked over to Ning Rongrong and tapped the beads on the ground with it.

"It's just a low-level energy resonance device. It interferes with energy flow by using the natural frequencies of different crystals."

"I only need to release a broadband electromagnetic pulse to disrupt your fragile energy circuits and shut it down on the spot." Grey Wolf picked his nose with a look of disdain. "This toy couldn't even interfere with my son Xiao Huihui's diapers."

Every word landed like a sharp slap across Ning Rongrong's face.

She trembled with rage and pointed at Grey Wolf. "You ugly wolf! You're lying! What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

"Sorcery?" Qin Feng's voice came coldly. He finally set down his tablet and walked over, one step at a time.

"Miss Ning, it seems you still don't understand the situation."

"In my factory, you follow my rules."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

A Power Armor Guard immediately brought over a booklet as thick as a brick and a pen, then slammed them down on the table in front of Ning Rongrong.

Printed across the cover were the words: Umbrella Corporation Nuoding Branch Factory Safety Code of Conduct (First Edition).

"What's this?" Ning Rongrong asked, stunned.

"The rules." Qin Feng pointed to the booklet. "Chapter One, Article One: All forms of energy attacks are prohibited in the workshop. Violators will face a fine for minor offenses, or... immediate destruction for serious ones."

"You!" Ning Rongrong was too furious to speak.

"Since this is your first offense, and you're the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I'll spare you the death penalty." Qin Feng's face remained expressionless. "Copy out this code of conduct a hundred times, then sign and leave your fingerprint. Promise not to break the rules again, and we'll consider the matter settled."

Copy it a hundred times?

And sign it?

Ning Rongrong felt ready to explode with rage! She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life!

"I refuse! Who do you think you are? You think you can lecture me?!" She swept the booklet onto the floor.

"It seems Miss Ning has no intention of cooperating." Qin Feng didn't get angry. He simply gave Grey Wolf a look.

"Heh heh heh. I love giving electric treatments to naughty kids."

With a sinister grin, Grey Wolf pressed the metal ring on his wrist again.

This time, it wasn't a pulse.

"ZZZT—!"

A blue-white arc of electricity shot from Grey Wolf's wristband and connected directly to Ning Rongrong.

"AAAH—!!!"

A shrill scream rang through the workshop.

Ning Rongrong felt her whole body go numb. Her hair stood on end, and her body convulsed uncontrollably, as if she were doing an absurdly comical dance.

"Rongrong!"

"How dare you!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shouted at the same time. Two world-shattering auras surged into the air as they prepared to attack.

"Senior, please don't act rashly!"

Ning Fengzhi flung out both arms and stood firmly in their way. Cold sweat covered his forehead, but his gaze was unusually resolute.

He knew very well that if they started fighting, no one would leave through those doors today. The cannon that could lock onto a Titled Douluo was no decoration!

"Dad! Help me! I'm... I'm numb..." Ning Rongrong cried out incoherently as she convulsed.

Grey Wolf controlled the current, keeping her right at the threshold where she was in extreme pain but wouldn't be hurt.

"Boss Qin." Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, then turned and bowed to Qin Feng. "My daughter was out of line. I apologize to you on her behalf. Please show her mercy."

Qin Feng looked at Ning Rongrong, still dancing, then at Ning Fengzhi's earnest expression.

"Fine."

Grey Wolf turned off the current.

Ning Rongrong collapsed to the ground with a thud, smoke still rising from her body. The smell of singed hair spread through the room.

"Sign it." Qin Feng pointed to the code of conduct on the floor, his voice devoid of warmth.

Ning Rongrong looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, then at the wristband still crackling with electricity on Grey Wolf's wrist, and finally at the unwavering look in her father's eyes.

All her pride and stubbornness were shocked to pieces in that moment.

With trembling hands, she picked up the booklet and pen, then sprawled on the floor. Weeping with humiliation, she signed her name on the last page and pressed her fingerprint beside it.

With the little interruption dealt with, Ning Fengzhi gestured for Sword Douluo to help his still-sobbing daughter up. Then he returned to Qin Feng, his expression once again calm, and even more solemn than before.

"Boss Qin, can we discuss our partnership now?"

He pointed to the production line, which had started running again, his eyes filled with barely contained yearning.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants all these weapons."

"No." Qin Feng shook his head.

Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened.

"I don't want customers. I want partners." Qin Feng looked at him. "But before that, I need you to understand what the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda you're so proud of really is, in my eyes."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned, unsure why Qin Feng had suddenly brought it up.

Rather than explain directly, Qin Feng turned to the whiteboard behind him and rapidly wrote a string of complicated formulas and functions.

"Sect Master Ning, why do you think your Martial Soul can amplify others?"

Ning Fengzhi answered instinctively. "It's a gift from heaven, a power inherited through the bloodline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

"Wrong."

Qin Feng rapped his pen sharply against the whiteboard.

"What you call amplification is merely a specific kind of Soul Power resonance."

"Your Martial Soul is like a signal amplifier. It releases a unique frequency that forces other Soul Masters' Soul Power into resonance, allowing them to unleash greater strength for a short time."

Qin Feng turned around and looked at the stunned Ning Fengzhi, then uttered a statement that could overturn the entire support-type Soul Master world's understanding.

"But this crude resonance damages the recipient's Soul Power foundation every time, draining their potential."

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