You're Not Allowed to Treat My Brother Lan Yin Like This

"I broke through to level twenty-one!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up excitedly. A flash of light bloomed in her palm, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared once more.

Compared to just a short while ago, the pagoda now seemed more crystalline, its light warmer and more substantial.

Tang Yin nodded. "Not bad. Gaining a level from absorbing a Soul Beast a little over seven hundred years old is about what you'd expect."

Ning Rongrong had been sensing the changes in her Martial Soul. At his words, her eyes darted around. "Then how many levels did you gain when you absorbed your Second Soul Ring, Lan Yin?"

"About two. The age was a little higher than yours," Tang Yin replied casually.

"Hmph! What's so impressive about that? We support Soul Masters level up more slowly than you Battle Soul Masters in the first place!"

"You're right!"

"Good, as long as you know that." Ning Rongrong wrinkled her nose. She felt inexplicably annoyed, though she couldn't say why, so she could only focus on sensing her Martial Soul again.

"After absorbing my Second Soul Ring, the amplification from my First Spirit Skill reached thirty percent. But it seems that because I absorbed some of the Soul Beast's traits, my Soul Power feels 'heavier.' It should last longer, too."

As she spoke, she suddenly winked at Tang Yin. "Want to try it again?"

"No need." Tang Yin refused without hesitation. He'd already experienced it firsthand during their battle, though he was rather curious about Ning Rongrong's Second Spirit Skill.

Knowing the original story, he understood that Ning Rongrong's Second Spirit Skill boosted speed. That would be easier for him to assess directly, so he asked, "What does your Second Spirit Skill do?"

"The skills of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda are fixed. The second one boosts speed—and all kinds of speed!" Ning Rongrong had pursed her lips at being turned down and was about to say something, but when Tang Yin asked about her Second Spirit Skill instead, she lifted her chin proudly.

"That impressive?" Tang Yin feigned surprise. "Then let me experience the power of you, the future number-one divine support in the world!"

"You think I'll be the number-one support in the world?" Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled. He'd flattered her into grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course."

"Well, since you think so highly of me, I suppose I can let you experience my Second Spirit Skill!" Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed with pride. A Yellow Soul Ring then circled around her.

"Seven Treasures turn, glazed light shine. Second: Speed!"

At Ning Rongrong's incantation, rainbow-colored light once again enveloped Tang Yin.

Tang Yin felt an indescribable ease throughout his body, as if a boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt light as a feather, and then an idea struck him.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

He used the movement technique he knew best and found that Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track came more naturally than usual.

Unlike his Move Like Thunder, which simply boosted his movement and flight speeds, at first he'd nearly crashed into a tree because he was moving too fast. Only after practicing over and over had he gradually adapted.

Put simply, his body and mind couldn't keep up with his speed.

But Ning Rongrong's all-around speed boost was different. A comprehensive boost to agility required no adjustment period for a Soul Master. It felt as if it were the result of years of hard training.

Interesting!

After testing Ning Rongrong's skill, Tang Yin had gained a direct understanding of the value of a support Soul Master.

"Hehe~ My Second Spirit Skill can give a single target a thirty percent boost to all their speed. How does it feel?" When Tang Yin used that strange movement technique to return to her side, Ning Rongrong looked curious but didn't ask him anything.

She was spoiled and willful, but she was clever, too. She knew what made people like her, and she also knew what would annoy them.

Some people called her the Little Demoness because she simply didn't care what they thought. But the people she cared about all liked her.

"Nothing to say." Tang Yin gave Ning Rongrong a thumbs-up.

While the two of them talked, three figures had already appeared nearby without a sound.

"Didn't that boy offend Rongrong? Why does it seem like Rongrong..." Watching her chat and laugh with that boy called Lan Yin, Chen Xin furrowed his brow. This wasn't as simple as it looked...

"Hiss." Bone Douluo drew in a sharp breath. "Old Sword Man, now that you mention it, I feel something's off, too. Do those two look like people who've only just met—or even had a quarrel?"

Hearing the two guardian Douluo, Ning Fengzhi's heart gave a jolt. He'd already felt that Rongrong had been acting a little strangely that day—far too normal.

His daughter wasn't bad by nature. That lawless, Little Demoness act of hers was merely a way of compensating for what she'd gone through as a child. But whenever someone earned her trust or became important to her, she dropped the act and showed the sweet, kind side she'd had as a little girl.

Looking at how Rongrong was treating that boy now, where was the slightest trace of the Little Demoness?

"Could they have known each other for a long time?" Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself, but then shook his head. Rongrong was the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and his precious daughter. Wherever she'd gone over the years, whoever she'd met, he'd known about it.

There was no one called Lan Yin among them.

"Kid, stay away from our little princess Rongrong, or else..." Somehow, Bone Douluo had wedged himself between the two young people. He looked at Tang Yin as if he were some Little Blondie.

Ning Fengzhi had been lost in thought, but couldn't help shaking his head at Uncle Bone's childish words. Turning his head, he chuckled. "Uncle Sword, look at Uncle Bone. He's getting on in years, but he still talks like a mischievous child."

"Old Bone has gone too far," Sword Douluo said with a solemn nod. "We're supposed to recruit the boy. We can't make things this awkward. I'll go have a word with the old bonehead."

Ning Fengzhi smiled without replying. He was just about to go over with Sword Douluo when Ning Rongrong's rather forceful voice suddenly rang out.

"Grandpa Bone, you're not allowed to treat my brother Lan Yin like this!"

Sword Douluo had just started forward to pull Bone Douluo away. He froze, his pupils shrinking. "Brother Lan Yin?"

Sword Douluo was dumbfounded. How had she gone from not knowing him to calling him Brother Lan Yin in such a short time?

Even Ning Fengzhi's usually warm, jade-like smile vanished. His expression turned more serious than ever. "Uncle Sword, I think we'd better put off recruiting him."

"I agree!"

She'd called him Brother Lan Yin in no time at all. A few more days, and who knew what would happen?

So the two of them immediately changed their minds and reached an agreement: keep the Little Blondie at bay.

"Dad! Grandpa Sword!" Seeing her father and Sword Douluo arrive, Ning Rongrong stormed over with puffed cheeks and grabbed Ning Fengzhi's sleeve. "Dad, look what Grandpa Bone did!"

Ning Fengzhi lovingly ruffled his daughter's hair, then looked her over and nodded with satisfaction. "Level twenty-one. A solid foundation and an excellent match with the Soul Ring. Not bad." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Tang Yin, his warmth tempered by scrutiny and distance.

"Thank you, young friend, for helping Rongrong find such a suitable Soul Ring. If you run into trouble in the future, you can seek help at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's temporary residence in Heaven Dou City."

"Master Ning, you're too kind. This trip was compensation for Miss Rongrong having her things stolen in the first place. I can't take credit for helping her." Having lived two lifetimes, Tang Yin could sense the change in Ning Fengzhi's attitude.

If before he'd been a senior looking favorably on a gifted junior, now he was simply a sect leader conducting official business with an outsider.

"Dad, why are you acting like this, too?" Ning Rongrong could feel the difference in Ning Fengzhi's attitude as well. Then she turned to Grandpa Sword.

But Sword Douluo now wore a colder expression than usual. He folded his arms and said nothing.

"You—you all... I'm never speaking to you again!" Ning Rongrong took a step back, looking on the verge of tears as she tried to act pitiful, just as she usually did.