Did You Scold Her to Tears?

"But, but..."

Ning Rongrong still wanted to argue, but she found herself utterly unable to refute Jiang Chen's words.

Was she really as useless as he said?

"Wait!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly thought of something. "Isn't Oscar a support-type Soul Master too? Could it be that I'm not even as good as him?"

Jiang Chen gave her an odd look. "What if I told you that among these people, Oscar actually has the best talent aside from Tang San?"

"Why him?!"

Ning Rongrong simply refused to believe that any support-type Soul Master could be more talented than her.

"I heard him mention it last night. Oscar is a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power. You might not see even one like him in a hundred years across the entire continent."

Jiang Chen looked at her. "In terms of talent and rarity, you, the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, might not actually compare to him."

"..."

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The confidence she had once held so highly had completely vanished.

It was one thing to be inferior to Battle Soul Masters; after all, their methods of cultivation and roles were different.

But now Jiang Chen was telling her that Uncle Oscar was a support-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power?!

Support-type Soul Masters already had difficulty increasing their Soul Power. Those born with Innate Full Soul Power were even rarer—calling them a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence would not be an exaggeration.

Yet Jiang Chen still did not let her off and continued driving the point home.

"So, those people reached this point through their own efforts alone, without any family background or backing."

"Do you still think you're outstanding?"

Ning Rongrong stood there blankly, her eyes reddening as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

She sniffed hard, trying to hold them back, but the more she tried, the more tears spilled out.

In the end, she simply squatted down with a "Waa!" and buried her face in her knees.

"You... you bully people!"

She accused him through sobs, her shoulders trembling. "I... I'm not that bad..."

"You... you only know how to bully me... sob, sob..."

Jiang Chen stood beside her without trying to comfort her, merely folding his arms and watching her cry.

He had to scold this girl a little so she would understand how harsh the world could be.

Many emotions were things she needed to work through herself.

At that moment, not far away.

The two Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Guards hidden in the shadows felt a chill run down their spines at the sight.

This kid had some nerve. He had actually scolded their young lady to tears?

Their young lady had never been scolded even once in all her life!

If the two elders found out, this kid would be in for it.

"What should we do? Should we step in and teach this kid a lesson?" one of the guards asked.

"The Sect Master instructed us to reveal ourselves only if the young lady is in danger."

"But if the two elders hold us accountable afterward, won't we be the ones suffering?"

"It's fine. Go back first and report the situation here to the Sect Master and the elders. I'll remain hidden and continue protecting her."

"Sigh, I suppose that's all we can do."

Just then, Jiang Chen suddenly looked toward where they were hiding, a faint smile on his face.

"Gasp..."

One guard sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively lowered his body. "Could that kid know we're here?"

The other guard's scalp went numb as well.

A level-thirty Soul Grandmaster could actually see through the disguises of two Soul Kings?!

If they knew that Jiang Chen could even see through the disguises of Title Douluos, they would probably be too shocked to speak.

"It's fine. Judging by this, the kid probably won't expose us. I'll observe from farther away. You go back and report first."

"Alright."

On the training ground.

Ning Rongrong squatted on the ground and sobbed for a full five minutes.

When she finally raised her head, her eyes and nose were bright red, and several tear tracks still streaked her face. However, much of the defiance and arrogance in her gaze had faded.

She had thought about many things while crying, and she had come to understand many things as well.

Over the years, she truly had relied on her status and the affection she received, wasting far too much time.

It was fine within the sect, where no one dared say a single harsh word to her. But the world outside was different from the sect.

If she wanted to become someone her father and two grandfathers could be proud of, she had to overcome these difficulties.

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong sniffed and said hoarsely, "Then... then what do you think I should do?"

Seeing her aggrieved yet stubbornly composed expression, Jiang Chen nearly failed to hold back a laugh.

He coughed lightly and tried to maintain a serious face. "It's simple. Do as I say. Starting today, physical training in the morning, mental control in the afternoon, and... additional precision training for your Soul Power at night."

Upon hearing that, Ning Rongrong's little face fell again. "I have to train at night too?"

"What else?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you thought getting stronger was something you could accomplish lying down?"

"...Got it."

Unexpectedly, Ning Rongrong did not argue back this time. She merely answered listlessly.

She slowly stood up, dusted the dirt off her skirt, walked to the edge of the muddy ground, and picked up the three pebbles again.

As Soul Power and mental power surged, the three pebbles gradually rose into the air, far more steadily than before.

After taking a deep breath, she began jogging around the training ground.

Ning Rongrong held in a breath of determination and tried her best to keep the three pebbles suspended in the air.

However, jogging while maintaining the pebbles in midair rapidly drained both her mental power and physical strength.

Before she had even completed one lap, the pebbles before her began shaking violently. This was a clear sign that her mental power was scattering.

Sure enough, as she rounded a turn, Ning Rongrong stumbled, and the three pebbles fell to the ground with a clatter.

"If they all fall, add three laps. You now need to complete five laps."

Jiang Chen's calm voice drifted over from afar.

"Hmph!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and did not argue. After picking up the pebbles and stabilizing them with her mental power, she started jogging again.

On a distant treetop.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Guards watching in secret silently wiped away sweat.

"How did this kid do it? He actually got the young lady to be so obedient?"

"Making her control pebbles while running... This training method really has something to it."

"If the Sect Master saw the young lady like this, he'd probably be very pleased."

At the training ground on the other side.

Having dealt with Ning Rongrong, that ticking time bomb, Flender was in an excellent mood. With his hands behind his back, he leisurely walked to the edge of the training grounds and looked toward the figures climbing the small hill with gritted teeth.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing each had heavy stones tied to their hands and feet as they used both hands and feet to climb the hill.

Under Zhao Wuji's Gravity Enhancement, every step they lifted felt like pulling their legs out of a swamp.

"Oh? Old Zhao, trying something new today?"

Flender walked over to Zhao Wuji's side, narrowing his eyes as he examined this training method he had never seen before.

Zhao Wuji chuckled, withdrew his Soul Skill, and shouted at the three on the hill, "The seventh round trip is over! Rest for half an incense stick!"

Thud! Thud!

Aside from Tang San, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing nearly collapsed onto the ground at the same time, gasping for breath.

"Interesting..."

Flender folded his arms with great interest. "Combining weighted uphill climbs with your gravity Soul Skill can not only improve their physical coordination, but also increase their endurance. This kind of idea doesn't seem like something a brute like you could come up with."