Ning Rongrong Mocks, Comparing Backgrounds with Little One!

As Su Chen's voice fell, the scene before the listeners shifted instantly to the edge of the village.

The willow tree standing in the wind suddenly began to glow with an extremely soft, shimmering green light.

"Though the willow was withered and broken, it merely unfurled a single tender green branch and sent that Green-Scaled Eagle flying with a lash."

The next second, a scene that would remain unforgettable to everyone in the Listening Rain Pavilion for the rest of their lives unfolded.

Under the light lash of that delicate willow branch, the Green-Scaled Eagle did not even have the slightest room to resist; it was sent flying on the spot.

At this moment, even though everyone in the Listening Rain Pavilion was within an illusion, they could not help but gasp, their scalps tingling.

A single willow branch, with a casual lash, had sent a descendant of an ancient demonic bird—a creature comparable to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—flying for over ten miles?

How could this be possible!

However, Su Chen's narration had not yet ended.

"After sending the Green-Scaled Eagle flying with a single strike, the Willow Deity did not stop."

"That willow branch, radiating a shimmering green light, moved like a nimble jade dragon, slowly extending toward the shattered bird egg."

"The tip of the branch dripped a single drop of crystal-clear liquid, which fell into the broken eggshell."

"Then, a miracle occurred."

Before the incredulous eyes of the crowd, the bird egg, which had already been shattered and devoid of life, not only healed instantly.

An ancient purple radiance even began to emanate from within the shell!

"The Willow Deity's drop of divine liquid did not just save this dying fledgling; it directly ignited the thin trace of ancient bloodline within its body, triggering an incredible atavistic phenomenon!"

"It shed its original green scales, grew purple divine feathers, and transformed into a fledgling with an incredibly pure bloodline!"

"This is the Willow Deity!"

As the words "Willow Deity" faded, Su Chen snapped his fingers, dispelling the immersive illusion.

Inside the hall, the surrounding tables and chairs returned to everyone's sight.

Many people had fine beads of sweat covering their foreheads, and some even remained in the stiff posture of dodging the Green-Scaled Eagle's attack.

After a brief silence, a buzzing sound of discussion gradually rose within the hall.

"A willow branch lashed a giant bird away, and it could even bring the dead back to life?"

A middle-aged noble Soul Master dressed in fine robes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head with a sneer:

"Mr. Su, you are making this up far too wildly."

"At the end of the day, isn't that just a plant-type Soul Beast?"

"Here on our Douluo Continent, plant-type Soul Beasts are already at the bottom of the food chain."

"Those that can heal injuries are, at best, like the top-tier support-type Martial Souls or Soul Beasts such as the Nine Heart Begonia."

"Even if it lived for a hundred thousand years, it would at most just have a bit more tenacious vitality."

"It could grant that bird egg an atavistic bloodline? This is simply nonsense."

"Exactly," another Soul Master nearby chimed in.

"A broken tree struck by lightning until only a stump remains—to put it bluntly, it's just lingering on its last breath."

"Sending that Green-Scaled Eagle flying was likely the result of it exhausting the very last of its soul power reserves."

In their limited understanding, plants were just plants, and support was just support.

They could not comprehend, nor were they willing to believe in, concepts like the Laws of the Great Dao or the creation of divine light.

They were only willing to use the theories of the Douluo Continent to interpret the Perfect World.

Just as the listeners in the first-floor hall were sneering at the Willow Deity and feeling that Su Chen was exaggerating, In a luxurious private room on the second floor, Ning Rongrong, the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who had arrived not long ago, was idly playing with the small braid hanging over her chest.

Standing beside her was an extremely tall and sturdy old man.

He was the other pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

Gu Rong had naturally felt the realistic illusion from just moments ago.

The Title Douluo looked at Su Chen on the high platform below, his eyes filled with admiration.

"This Su Chen is truly not simple."

As he spoke, Gu Rong muttered to himself in a low voice, then turned to look at Ning Rongrong:

"Rongrong, look at that little child in the story, the one called Shi Hao."

"Only three and a half years old, yet he neither cried nor made a fuss when facing such a fierce bird, and even dared to lift a giant rock to fight back."

"This kind of courage and temperament is truly a rare and precious piece of unpolished jade."

"If he were here on our Douluo Continent and nurtured properly, he would surely achieve great things in the future."

Hearing Bone Douluo praise a wild child from a story so highly, Ning Rongrong, who had been pampered since childhood and held in the palm of her sect's hand like a little princess, was instantly displeased.

Her young mistress temper flared up at once, and without the slightest attempt to mask her voice, it rang out directly from the private room on the second floor:

"Grandpa Bone, aren't you overestimating him a bit too much?"

"What kind of 'unpolished jade' is he? He's nothing more than a pathetic wretch from some godforsaken mountain ditch, drinking foul-smelling beast milk and wearing tattered animal skins."

Having said this, Ning Rongrong stood up and walked to the railing, looking down at the main hall with eyes full of the arrogant condescension typical of the nobility:

"To put it bluntly, a person like that is just a bumpkin who has never seen the world; he was born with the cheap, miserable life of a low-born."

"Courage? That's just the recklessness of a savage who doesn't know how to die!"

"So what if he has great strength? In our Tiandou Empire, such lowly commoners with humble origins are only fit to be manual laborers or slaves for the nobility."

"Comparing him to us, who possess noble bloodlines and top-tier martial souls? It's simply an insult to our eyes."

Yet, the most absurd part was that even though Ning Rongrong's sharp and mean-spirited words perfectly illustrated the rigidity of their class system, they did not provoke much resentment from the crowd.

In fact, many of the nobles and sect disciples in the hall nodded in agreement.

"This young lady speaks the truth."

"A wild child who can't even afford decent clothes, and he's worthy of being called a heaven-favored genius?"

"Exactly, dragons beget dragons, and phoenixes beget phoenixes."

"A bumpkin from a desolate backwater, even if he has a bit of strength, is destined to be a low-life struggling at the bottom of society for the rest of his days."

Listening to the grating echoes of agreement from those around her and witnessing Ning Rongrong's high-and-mighty expression, On the high platform, Su Chen, who had been waving his folding fan in a leisurely manner, suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd to land on Ning Rongrong, who stood in the second-floor private room wearing a gorgeous gown and a face full of arrogance.

"A low-life?"

Su Chen repeated the two words in a low voice, then let out a cold laugh.

The laughter was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Rongrong frowned, feeling her authority challenged, and immediately snapped back.

"I am laughing at you frogs in a well, not only for your narrow vision but for your ignorance, which has reached a truly appalling degree."

With that, Su Chen snapped his folding fan shut and stood up.

He did not look at Ning Rongrong, but instead swept his gaze across the self-proclaimed noble natives of the Douluo world:

"You think that because he lived in the dilapidated Stone Village and grew up drinking beast milk, he is a low-born bumpkin?"

"You think that because you possess so-called noble titles and the backing of sects in this tiny patch of land, you are superior to him, and thus qualified to look down on him and call him a low-life by birth?"

At this point, Su Chen turned his head to fix his gaze directly on Ning Rongrong on the second floor.

"Little girl, you pride yourself on your noble bloodline."

"Then today, Su shall tell you: if we are to speak of origins and bloodlines,"

"Your so-called Upper Three Sects and the so-called Tiandou Imperial Family aren't even fit to carry his shoes!"

Su Chen's words were no different from pointing a finger at the most powerful forces on the entire continent and hurling insults!

In an instant, the entire hall was in an uproar, and even Bone Douluo's eyes turned cold, a faint pressure belonging to a Titled Douluo radiating from him.

But Su Chen paid no heed to any of this; he raised his wooden gavel and slammed it heavily onto the table.

BANG!!!

A thunderous sound erupted, forcibly suppressing all the clamor.

"Do you truly believe that Shi Hao was born a common abandoned infant in the Great Wilderness's Stone Village?"

"He is no bumpkin."

"He was born in the imperial capital of the most supreme ancient kingdom in the Desolate Domain—the Martial King Manor!"

"He was born favored by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Not only does the purest, invincible bloodline of the Martial King Manor flow through his veins, but he was also born with a Supreme Bone!"

Su Chen's speed of speech grew faster and faster, his words echoing in everyone's ears, lingering long after they were spoken.

"He was meant to be the most dazzling sun of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a supreme being destined to sweep across the ages and suppress an entire epoch!"

"With such an origin and such talent, let alone you mere mortals, even the gods in the heavens would have to bow their heads upon seeing him."

Hearing this, the crowd fell completely silent.

Born with a Supreme Bone? A supreme being destined to sweep across the ages?

Though they did not know what these things were, they sounded incredibly extraordinary.

Finally, someone in the crowd couldn't help but swallow hard and ask with a trembling voice:

"Sir, if he was so noble, why did he end up as a wild child, abandoned and on the verge of death in Stone Village?"

"And why did the young couple you spoke of earlier abandon him?"

Hearing this question, Su Chen slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling something.

"Because the most venomous thing in this world is often not the sharp claws of a fierce beast, but the human heart!"

"Back when he was still in swaddling clothes, before he could even speak."

"His Supreme Bone was forcibly extracted by his own aunt, the person closest to him, using the most brutal of means just to pave the way for her own son..."

"She dug it out while he was still alive!!!"

"With the Supreme Bone lost, his origin withered and his vitality severed!"

"He was cast down from the high clouds by his own kin and plunged into the mire!"

"And now, you lot—who only know how to throw your weight around by relying on your family backgrounds—dare to point at such a natural-born supreme being and call his life lowly and cheap?"

Su Chen's roar echoed, every word carrying the weight of a Thousand Jun, leaving the audience with tingling scalps and a chill running through their entire bodies.

At the same time, they were barely able to process the content of what Su Chen had just said.

His own aunt dug out his Supreme Bone while he was still alive?

Good heavens, how could anyone be so vicious!

As Su Chen's storytelling paused, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion erupted into chaos.

"Beast! That is nothing short of a beast!"

A burly soul master with a thick, bristly beard slammed his hand onto the table, shattering the teacups into pieces.

"That was her own nephew!"

"Even if it were a stranger, how could anyone bring themselves to commit such a heinous act against an infant in swaddling clothes who couldn't even speak?!"

"To dig out a Supreme Bone while the child is alive—such a monstrous, inhumane act would make even the most evil soul masters on our Douluo Continent feel ashamed of their own inferiority!"

"How pitiful. No wonder that Little One was abandoned in that godforsaken place called Stone Village, his origin withered and his life force cut off."

"To think he fell from such lofty heights; such an experience would drive any adult to madness, let alone a child!"

Inside the hall, whether they were common soul masters or those from sects who held themselves in high regard, everyone was filled with righteous indignation upon hearing of this cruel past.

Even those with hearts of stone could not help but feel a pang of heartache for the child known as Little One.

To be betrayed by one's own kin and have one's talent cruelly stripped away—this pain was far worse than death itself.

However, just as the entire crowd was denouncing the vicious aunt and sympathizing with Little One's plight, an elderly soul saint at the front of the crowd, whose white hair and attire suggested he belonged to a mid-sized sect, suddenly seemed to realize something.

"W-wait!"

The old man gasped, unable to stop his voice from trembling as he asked, "Mr. Su!"

"You just said that Little One's Supreme Bone was dug out, his origin withered, and his vitality severed?"

Su Chen stood upon the high platform, his folding fan tapping gently against his palm, and nodded calmly: "That is correct."

"Hiss!"

Upon hearing Su Chen's confirmation, the old man stumbled back two steps, looking at Su Chen as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered: "That can't be right! If his origin was withered, how could he possibly have survived?"

"Not only did he survive, but you previously mentioned that when Little One was only three and a half years old in Stone Village, he possessed the strength of one hundred thousand jin with a single swing of his arm!"

"If he still had the Supreme Bone, that would be one thing, but..."

Once the old man spoke these words, the crowd, previously immersed in anger and sympathy, suddenly realized the same issue.

That's right!

Having lost his natural-born Supreme Bone and been stripped of all his potential and vitality, by all logic, shouldn't he have become a cripple worse than an ordinary person? He might even have died at any moment!

Yet, not only was Little One alive and kicking, he possessed the strength of one hundred thousand jin in a single arm!

Without the Supreme Bone, how could he possibly possess such a terrifying physical body, comparable to a hundred-thousand-year-old power-type soul beast?

Looking at the eyes below, filled with shock and disbelief, Su Chen began to explain without the slightest hint of panic.

"Who told you that losing the Supreme Bone meant he was destined to be a cripple?"

"A supreme being is not defined by a mere piece of bone!"

"True invincibility has never relied on external objects, but on the self!"

"Even if he lost everything, even if he had to start over from scratch, he could still rely on his own flesh and blood to climb to the pinnacle step by step and shatter the shackles of this world!"

"So what if the Supreme Bone was dug out?"

"A mere one hundred thousand jin of strength is nothing more than the first step of his rebirth through nirvana!"