Ning Rongrong Wanted a Child-Something Was Very Wrong with Her
The room was so quiet that you could hear the leaves falling outside the window.
Ning Rongrong's face was completely drained of color.
She grew up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, where Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, both Titled Douluo, were considered to be at the pinnacle of combat power.
Swordsmanship, Chen Xin, a single sword strike can cleave mountains and rivers.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong possesses unparalleled defensive capabilities.
With these two standing there, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has the confidence to challenge all other forces.
But now Lin Qingmo is telling her that the Spirit Hall has more than a dozen Titled Douluo.
A dozen or so.
It wasn't a dozen or so Soul Saint, or a dozen or so Soul Douluo, but a dozen or so Titled Douluo!
This kind of overwhelming superiority is a gap that cannot be bridged by tactics or fighting spirit.
"More than ten Titled Douluo... What does that even mean?"
Ning Rongrong murmured absentmindedly, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt.
"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect already has two powerful figures, Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, which is already quite formidable."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only has one member, and neither the Heaven Dou Empire nor the Star Luo Empire has Titled Douluo officially in charge."
"The Spirit Hall has over a dozen Titled Douluo... How is that possible...?"
Her voice trailed off as she finished speaking.
"Right."
Lin Qingmo added mercilessly, "Two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Clear Sky School in seclusion, plus the independent Soul Master Dugu Bo and my master, Donghuang Douluo, and excluding Seagod Island."
"All the officially recognized Titled Douluo combined don't even amount to half of the Spirit Hall's number."
Of course, the elders of the Clear Sky Sect are quite powerful.
If we include Sea God Island, it could rival the Spirit Hall.
However, this does not change the fact that the Spirit Hall has a large number of titled experts.
He paused, picked up his water glass, and took a sip. "This is based on the most optimistic calculation method. In reality, the Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall is probably even more than I'm saying."
"This..."
Ning Rongrong's lips moved, her expression one of horror.
Less than half.
These four words kept bouncing around in her head, giving her a headache.
What does this mean?
This means that even if all forces across the continent unite to fight against the Spirit Hall, they will still be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of high-level combat power.
Not to mention that these forces could never truly unite.
Each major sect harbors its own ulterior motives, the two great empires are outwardly friendly but inwardly at odds, and the Spirit Hall itself is stirring up trouble and creating obstacles.
The Spirit Hall has only one goal: to unify the continent.
Liu Erlong leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and after a long while, he finally uttered a sentence.
"With such a huge gap, what's the point of fighting?"
Xiao Wu hugged Lin Qingmo's arm even tighter, her soft body pressed against his arm.
She wasn't particularly concerned about the conflicts between these human powers.
She was Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form. The rise and fall of human empires and sects were nothing but fleeting clouds in her long life.
But when she heard about the Spirit Hall's lineup, and thought about Lin Qingmo standing on the opposite side of the Spirit Hall, as well as her own grudge, her heart clenched.
She lowered her head, buried her face in Lin Qingmo's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "A-Qing..."
"It's alright." Lin Qingmo patted the back of her hand.
Ning Rongrong sat there, her mind racing.
She thought of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, of Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, and of her father Ning Fengzhi's always smiling face.
If the Spirit Hall is truly that powerful, then the future Lin Qingmo described, where his two grandfathers died in battle at Jiayu Pass, doesn't seem to be the worst possible outcome.
At least the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still exists.
At least my father can still guard the sect until he dies of old age.
At least it wasn't an extermination of the entire clan.
Exterminate the entire clan!
The moment those two words were uttered, a chill ran down Ning Rongrong's spine.
She had heard about the methods used by the Spirit Hall.
Those minor sects that refused to submit to the Spirit Hall vanished silently from the continent, leaving no trace of their names.
"A-Qing..."
Ning Rongrong's voice was very soft, as if afraid that the answer she was about to ask would shatter her own words, "Can we win?"
She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.
That's a stupid question.
But Lin Qingmo's reaction was beyond her expectations.
He glanced around, taking in the expressions of the three men.
Ning Rongrong's paleness, Liu Erlong's silence, Xiao Wu's nervousness.
"What's wrong with you all? What I just said wasn't the end of the world."
He shrugged. "Knowing the opponent is strong isn't a bad thing; it's better than blindly charging in to your death, right?"
"What we can do now is to seize the time to become stronger before the storm hits."
"So strong that when the storm comes, we are not just leaves blown away, but walls that block the wind."
"A wall to block the wind..."
Liu Erlong repeated the word, looking at Lin Qingmo with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
The boy showed no fear, remaining calm and composed.
She suddenly chuckled and shook her head, "You're quite carefree."
It's not that I'm carefree, it's that I'm calculating.
Lin Qingmo corrected her. "What's the use of being afraid? Being afraid won't make the Spirit Hall lose a Titled Douluo."
"Instead of being afraid, practice is better."
Liu Erlong's eyes lit up. "That's true, Yanzi and the others also need to practice more."
Ning Rongrong sat opposite her, stunned, for a long while.
What's the use of being afraid?
These words echoed repeatedly in her mind.
She thought of the future Lin Qingmo had mentioned in the Chat Group: she would become the Goddess of Nine Colors and ascend to the Divine Realm!
In that future, Ning Rongrong stood in the Divine Realm, looking down upon the mortal world, regarding the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall as mere ants.
In that future, she can become a god.
Why can't we do it now?
If my future self can do it, there's no reason why my present self shouldn't even dare to take the first step.
Her eyes slowly brightened, her lips pressed tightly together, and her fingers, one by one, loosened their grip on the hem of her skirt.
She developed an even stronger resolve.
This time, she absolutely refuses to be an ingrate!
Even if she truly becomes the Goddess of Nine Colors and ascends to the Divine Realm in the future, she must leave behind the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul for the sect's descendants before her ascension.
We must ensure that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has successors.
She wanted to let her father know that his daughter had not let down the sect's upbringing.
Descendants...
Ning Rongrong's mind went blank for a moment.
What do future generations need?
I need to have a baby!
What is needed to have a baby?
You need a woman and a man.
etc.
What do I need?
Ning Rongrong realized that she needed a husband if she wanted to have offspring.
A strong husband, the kind who can protect both himself and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School.
Moreover, in order to ensure the inheritance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda bloodline, the recipient must have good genes and strong cultivation talent.
Ideally, they should be of similar age, and Ning Fengzhi.
Although Ning Fengzhi usually has a smile on his face and looks like a kind uncle.
But his eye for choosing a son-in-law is sharper than Sword Douluo's sword.
We also need to satisfy Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa.
With all these conditions combined, how many people of the same age across the entire mainland would meet them?
Ning Rongrong's mind raced.
She turned her entire social circle upside down.
My thinking went through several twists and turns, and I went through the process again and again.
Then she discovered that all the conditions pointed to the same name.
The man was sitting right across from her. He had just said, "It's better to practice than to be afraid," and was turning his head to talk to Liu Erlong.
The lines of his profile were particularly distinct in the light and shadow.
The jawline is clean and sharp, and the eyelashes are not long but very thick.
When he speaks, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, giving off a reassuring sense of composure.
Ning Rongrong secretly glanced at Lin Qingmo.
Then her face turned red.
A mind-blowing idea popped into my head.
If I have a child with A-Qing, will the child have extraordinary talent?
Ning Rongrong, something's wrong with you!
Liu Erlong glanced at Ning Rongrong out of the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped talking.
"Ning Rongrong?"
She turned her head, looking somewhat puzzled. "Why is your face so red?"
"No, no, no, no!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up, waving her hands wildly in front of her.
"It's too hot in the room!"
Liu Erlong glanced out the window.
A cool breeze was blowing at dusk in late autumn.
She glanced again at Ning Rongrong's flushed face.
Then she gave a meaningful "oh" and said nothing more.
But the "oh" trailed off for a long time, as if it had a hook.
Ning Rongrong's face turned even redder.