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

"I've broken through to level twenty-one!"

Ning Rongrong stood up joyfully, a flash of light appearing in her palm as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda manifested once more.

Compared to a short while ago, the tower's body now seemed even more crystalline and translucent, its radiance growing increasingly gentle and substantial.

Tang Yin nodded. "Not bad. Gaining one level from absorbing a soul beast just over seven hundred years is considered a normal performance."

Ning Rongrong, who had been busy sensing the changes in her martial soul, rolled her eyes at these words. "Then how many levels did you gain when you absorbed your second ring, Lan Yin?"

"Two, I suppose! The age was a bit higher than yours," Tang Yin said casually.

"Hmph! What's so great about that? We support soul masters naturally level up slower than you battle soul masters!"

"You're right about that!"

"As long as you know it," Ning Rongrong wrinkled her nose. She felt inexplicably annoyed, though she couldn't quite say why, so she eventually returned to focusing on her martial soul.

"My first soul skill's amplification ratio reached thirty percent after absorbing the second soul ring, but it seems that because I absorbed some of the soul beast's characteristics, my soul power feels 'heavier.' The duration should be longer as well."

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

"No need." Tang Yin refused flatly. He had already experienced it personally during the battle, though he was somewhat interested in Ning Rongrong's second soul skill.

Knowing the original story, he naturally understood that Ning Rongrong's second soul skill increased speed, which was something he could perceive more intuitively. He asked immediately, "What is your second soul skill?"

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's soul skills are fixed. The second skill increases speed, and it's all-around speed, too!" Ning Rongrong, who had just been rejected, pouted and was about to say something, but seeing Tang Yin ask about her second skill, she proudly lifted her chin.

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

"You think I'll be the number one support in the future?" Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled, her mood instantly lifted by the flattery.

"Of course."

"Fine, since you hold this young lady in such high regard, I shall reluctantly let you experience my second soul skill!" Ning Rongrong's flushed little face was full of triumph, and a yellow soul ring began to circle her body.

"Seven Treasures turn, Glazed Tile, second is Speed!"

Following Ning Rongrong's incantation, seven-colored brilliance once again enveloped Tang Yin.

Tang Yin felt an indescribable sense of ease throughout his body, as if a stone that had been pressing down on him had been lifted away. His entire body felt incredibly light, and with a single thought:

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Utilizing the movement technique he was most familiar with, he discovered that the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was indeed much smoother to execute than usual.

Unlike his Move Like Thunder, which purely added to movement and flight speed—a skill that had once caused him to nearly crash into a tree because he couldn't handle the speed until he practiced extensively—this was different.

Simply put, it meant your body and mind couldn't keep up with your speed.

But Ning Rongrong's all-around speed boost was different; this type of comprehensive agility boost required no adaptation time for a soul master, as if it were something you had gained through years of hard, bitter training.

Interesting!

After testing the effects of Ning Rongrong's soul skill, Tang Yin had an intuitive grasp of the role of a support soul master.

"Hmph, hmph~ My second soul skill can provide a thirty percent all-around speed boost to a single target. How does it feel?" Seeing Tang Yin return to her side using his miraculous movement technique, Ning Rongrong's eyes held curiosity, but she didn't ask anything.

She was willful and spoiled, but she was also very clever; she knew which behaviors made people fond of her, and she knew which behaviors were annoying.

Some people called her a little demoness because she simply didn't care about their opinions, but as long as it was someone she cared about, there was no one who didn't like her.

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

Just as the two were talking, three figures appeared silently in their vicinity.

"Didn't this brat offend Rongrong? Why does it feel like Rongrong is..." Watching Ning Rongrong laughing and chatting in front of the boy named Lan Yin, Chen Xin frowned, realizing this matter was not simple.

"Hiss," Bone Douluo gasped. "Old Sword Man, now that you mention it, I also feel something is wrong. How do these two look like people who just met or even had a conflict?"

Ning Fengzhi felt his heart skip a beat upon hearing the two sect-protecting Douluos. He had already felt that Rongrong's mood that day was a bit off—a bit too normal.

His daughter's nature wasn't bad; the way she acted like a lawless little demoness was merely a compensatory psychology from her childhood experiences. But once it was someone she acknowledged or cared about, she would shed her disguise and reveal the warm, cute, and kind-hearted girl she was when she was young.

Looking at how Rongrong treated that boy now, where was there any sign of a little demoness?

"Could they have known each other long ago?" Ning Fengzhi muttered to himself, but then he shook his head. Rongrong was the future of their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and his precious daughter; he had kept track of everyone she had met and everywhere she had gone over the years.

There was no one named Lan Yin among them.

"Little brat, stay away from our little princess Rongrong, otherwise..." Bone Douluo had appeared between the two young people at some point, looking at Tang Yin as if he were a delinquent.

Ning Fengzhi, who had been deep in thought, couldn't help but shake his head at Uncle Bone's childish words, turning his head to chuckle. "Uncle Sword, look at Uncle Bone; he's not young anymore, yet he talks like an old urchin."

"Old Bone is indeed going a bit too far," Sword Douluo nodded in agreement. "We are clearly trying to recruit him, so how can he make the relationship so tense? I'll go and knock some sense into this old bone."

Ning Fengzhi smiled without a word, intending to go over with Sword Douluo to take a look, when suddenly, Ning Rongrong's somewhat overbearing voice rang out.

"Grandpa Bone, you are not allowed to treat my Brother Lan Yin like that!"

Sword Douluo, who had just stepped forward to stop Bone Douluo, froze, his pupils shrinking instantly. "Brother Lan Yin?"

Sword Douluo was stunned. He hadn't been watching for such a short time, so how did it suddenly become "Brother Lan Yin"?

Ning Fengzhi's usual gentle-as-jade smile could no longer be maintained, his expression turning unprecedentedly serious. "Uncle Sword, I think we should put the recruitment matter aside for now!"

"I think so too!"

If it was already "Brother Lan Yin" in such a short time, who knew what would happen in a few more days.

With that, the two men instantly shifted their mindset, reaching a consensus on the matter of guarding against the blonde-haired boy.

"Daddy! Sword Grandpa!" Seeing that her father and Sword Douluo had also arrived, Ning Rongrong ran over with a pout, tugging at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve. "Daddy, look at what Bone Grandpa did."

Ning Fengzhi first ruffled his daughter's hair with doting affection, then swept his gaze over her, nodding in satisfaction. "Level twenty-one. Your foundation is solid, and the compatibility with your spirit ring is excellent. Not bad." As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward Tang Yin, his expression gentle yet tinged with scrutiny and distance.

"I am indebted to you, young friend, for helping Rongrong find such a suitable spirit ring. Should you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you may seek assistance at the temporary residence of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in Heaven Dou City."

"Sect Master Ning, you are too kind. This trip was merely compensation for the theft Miss Rongrong suffered; it can hardly be called help!" Having lived two lifetimes, Tang Yin had already sensed the shift in Ning Fengzhi's attitude.

If the earlier interaction had been that of an elder showing favor to a talented junior, then this was purely a Sect Master dealing with an outsider in a professional, perfunctory manner.

"Daddy, why are you acting like this too?" Ning Rongrong also sensed the inconsistency in Ning Fengzhi's behavior and subsequently looked toward Sword Grandpa.

However, Sword Douluo was currently wearing an even colder expression than usual, his arms crossed over his chest, remaining silent.

"You—you all! I'm never talking to you again!" Ning Rongrong took a step back, on the verge of tears, attempting to play the victim just as she always did.