If you keep doing this, I'm going to call for help

On the roof of a towering building in Sword City, three figures stood side by side. Among them, a tall, thin middle-aged man with prominent knuckles and a pale complexion wore a gloomy expression.

"That detestable brat, how dare he treat our little Princess Rongrong like that!"

"Hmph, Old Bone, you have the nerve to speak? Rongrong has been spoiled rotten by you," a man with snow-white hair and sharp, star-like eyes retorted coldly.

"Old Sword, you have the nerve to say that to me?" Bone Douluo's eyes widened, making his already sunken eye sockets appear even deeper.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, please stop arguing. We all share the responsibility for Rongrong becoming the way she is now." Standing between them, Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a wry smile.

However, this only caused the two arguing Douluo to turn their focus toward him.

"Fengzhi, we could have clearly intervened before that brat made his move. Why did you stop me? How could our Rongrong suffer such a grievance!"

"That's right, Fengzhi. If you don't give us a good explanation, Old Sword and I won't let this go today."

Ning Fengzhi felt a headache coming on as he looked at the two sect guardians who were demanding an explanation.

She used to be such an obedient and sensible little darling, but under the indulgence of these two, she had transformed into a little demoness in just three years.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, Rongrong's temperament has become increasingly spoiled over the years. This time, she even dared to run away without a word. It wouldn't be a bad thing for her to suffer a little setback."

"Hmph! This setback was for nothing," Sword Douluo snorted.

"Oh? Old Sword, why do you say that?" Seeing Chen Xin speak this way, Bone Douluo couldn't help but ask.

"Old Bone, Rongrong has been clever since she was a child. Do you really think she didn't know we were following her?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at him with disdain.

Bone Douluo curled his lip in annoyance upon hearing this, but unable to find any reason to refute it, he turned his head away and fell silent.

"That was my miscalculation, then!" Ning Fengzhi realized the truth as well.

If Ning Rongrong knew she was being protected from the shadows, then this so-called trial and lesson would indeed have no effect.

Ning Fengzhi felt a bit troubled now; having a daughter who was too smart could sometimes be quite annoying!

"Come to think of it, the technique that brat used to subdue Rongrong earlier actually had some merit," Sword Douluo said suddenly, recalling Tang Yin's movements.

"Hmph, I'm going to teach that brat a lesson in a moment!" Bone Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What? A Title Douluo wants to make a move on a twenty-third-level Soul Grand Master kid?" Chen Xin looked at Bone Douluo with a playful expression.

"What do you mean 'make a move'? I am merely offering some guidance to a junior from the perspective of a senior," Bone Douluo said, without a hint of embarrassment.

"That scoundrel!"

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi's angry voice interrupted the conversation between the two Douluo, and they both turned their gazes toward him.

Ning Fengzhi no longer wore his usual gentle, gentlemanly demeanor; he looked utterly exasperated.

On the other side, Tang Yin was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Tang Hao, you've ruined me! Tang Hao, you old bastard, you've ruined me!

He looked at the Ning Rongrong before him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"What is your name?" Ning Rongrong's jade-like eyes darted around as she stroked her chin and circled him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Lan Yin."

The situation was dire; he was completely suppressed by soul power, and with her holding all the cards, Tang Yin could only try his best to deal with the little demoness in front of him.

"Lan~ Yin~" Ning Rongrong seemed to deliberately draw out the pronunciation of the word 'Lan', staring at the immobilized Tang Yin with a mocking smile.

"Is there a problem?" Tang Yin frowned, feeling that the Ning Rongrong before him had suddenly become quite strange.

Ning Rongrong did not respond to Tang Yin's question, instead shifting to another topic: "In the world of soul masters, every soul master has a Spirit Master Handbook. Where do you keep yours?"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong rubbed her hands together, eyeing every part of Tang Yin's body.

Tang Yin's expression darkened at the sight.

The Spirit Master Handbook issued by the Martial Soul Hall was essentially the standard identification for soul masters across the continent. It was recognized by all forces, including the top three sects and the two great empires, serving as a soul master's ID and proof of legal status.

It could be said that a soul master without a handbook could barely move an inch on the Douluo Continent, so he naturally carried it with him.

Although he hadn't updated his handbook yet and it still listed him as level twelve, his Innate Soul Power, martial soul, name, date of birth, and place of birth were all clearly recorded.

This little demoness was trying to doxx him!

"Hehe, here I come!" Ignoring Tang Yin's gloomy glare, Ning Rongrong actually intended to search him in public.

"Don't you dare! If you keep this up, I'm going to scream!"

"Scream all you want! Even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will risk offending the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to save you!"

"Scoundrel! Rongrong, what are you doing?"

Ning Fengzhi felt his blood pressure rising.

His precious daughter had truly given him a massive surprise today.

The daughter of the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was actually trying to frisk a man in public.

What kind of decorum was this!

"Rongrong, you have gone too far this time! Neither I nor your Grandpa Sword will help you!"

Bone Douluo covered half his face with his hand in helplessness; he simply couldn't bear to watch.

Sword Douluo, standing to the side, looked up at the sky, uncharacteristically refraining from retorting to Old Bone.

"Daddy, and Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, you finally showed up!" Ning Rongrong, faced with Ning Fengzhi's reproach, merely curled her lips into a smirk, a look of a scheme successfully executed.

Ning Fengzhi, however, shot Ning Rongrong a fierce glare before turning his gaze toward a corner.

"Elder Liu, you should return to the sect first!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" An old man with graying hair emerged from the corner, bowed to Ning Fengzhi, and then departed with the trembling maidservant in tow.

As the man left, Tang Yin felt his entire body loosen; he had finally regained his freedom of movement.

Yet, he did not relax in the slightest; he had naturally guessed the identities of the three who had just appeared.

Having just opened his beginner's gift pack and stepped out of the beginner's village, only to run into a level 90 boss within a few steps—anyone who has experienced this knows the feeling.

"Little brother, my daughter has offended you just now. I apologize to you on her behalf." Ning Fengzhi was elegant and courteous, showing none of the airs of a sect master.

"Sect Master Ning, you are too kind. I also inadvertently offended Miss Ning Rongrong just now; I hope the Sect Master will not take it to heart!" Tang Yin finally let out a sigh of relief; it seemed that, for the moment, his life was not in danger.

"Hmph! Brat, Rongrong was in the wrong just now, and the Sect Master has already apologized to you. Now, it is time to talk about your theft of money and the fact that you bullied Rongrong earlier." Bone Douluo's sinister voice made Tang Yin, who had just begun to relax, jump in alarm.

As expected, it wouldn't be so easy to muddle through!

Tang Yin looked at Ning Fengzhi; ultimately, this was the man who could make the decisions.

"I believe there may have been some misunderstanding between Rongrong and you, little brother. Consider that money as compensation for the trouble caused to you, but..." Ning Fengzhi's tone shifted.

"You attacked my daughter at the slightest disagreement just now; this matter cannot simply be left at that."

"Oh? Then may I ask what the Sect Master would like this humble one to do?" Tang Yin raised an eyebrow.

Ning Fengzhi smiled without a word, and at this moment, Bone Douluo spoke up from the side.

"Kid, I won't make things difficult for you. I will suppress my soul power to level 20 and refrain from using any soul skills. As long as you can last thirty seconds against me, I will let you leave safely."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yin forced an ugly smile onto his face, though in his heart, he was cursing Bone Douluo for being shameless.

This old guy made it sound so reasonable, suppressing his soul power to level 20, but no matter how much a Title Douluo suppresses his power, facing a level 23 Soul Grand Master was still a dimensional strike.

This was clearly just an excuse to beat him up, but for now, he had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.

"I accept!"

"I disagree!"