Ning Rongrong Challenges a Soul Sage

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Ning Rongrong, who previously had to struggle just to finish three laps, could now run the majority of the distance without even changing her expression.

Her physique had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation compared to several months ago.

And she was about to face her own major trial.

Battle God's Tenth Trial: Survival in Conflict.
As the successor to the Battle God, how can you lack combat experience?
Requirement: Defeat a Soul Saint powerhouse alone.
Time Limit: Ten days.
Friendly Reminder: Every ten trials constitute a major trial.

Ning Rongrong, who had risen early and was prepared to continue running laps around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, froze in place.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

A Soul Saint powerhouse? Me?

"I am a level 25 Support-type Spirit Master!"

"Battle God, did you make a mistake?"

At breakfast, Ning Fengzhi, who was dining with his daughter, felt secretly surprised.

Usually, at this time, she would already be on her way to run laps; why did she look so listless today?

But no matter what happened, as a father, he still had to offer a few words of comfort.

"Rongrong, it is indeed important for us Support-type Spirit Masters to have a good physique."

"But you must also know how to balance work and rest; you cannot hurt yourself."

"Our physiques will never be able to keep up with Battle Spirit Masters, after all."

Ning Rongrong listened while listlessly shoveling food into her mouth.

How could she not understand Ning Fengzhi's words?

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong seemed to have discovered a new world, her eyes lighting up instantly.

She looked up at Ning Fengzhi, as if she had just seen a treasure.

"Soul Saint?"

"So that's what it means!"

Watching his daughter mutter to herself, Ning Fengzhi's eyes were full of confusion.

"What is it, Rongrong?"

"What Soul Saint?"

Ning Rongrong put down her utensils, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then carefully stood up and slowly circled behind Ning Fengzhi.

"It's nothing, Father. I'm going to continue running my laps."

"Mm, go ahead."

Ning Fengzhi did not suspect his daughter in the slightest; she had been doing this for the past three months, after all.

As Ning Rongrong circled behind her father and saw that he was completely unguarded, a curve instantly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Sneak attack..."

Quickly applying two buffs to herself, Ning Rongrong pulled a sack from her Soul Tool and slammed it down over Ning Fengzhi's head.

Then, she grabbed a nearby stool and unleashed a set of Lightning Five-Chain Whip.

"Ah, ow, roar, roar, roar, roar!"

Not yet understanding what was happening, Ning Fengzhi felt waves of intense pain wash over him.

Just as he had said, the physique of a Support Spirit Master was still a bit too weak.

Hearing the commotion, Sword and Bone rushed over instantly; hearing Ning Fengzhi's screams, they had almost thought something terrible had happened.

But upon entering the room, they saw Chang Wei beating Laifu.

"Ro... Rongrong, what are you doing?"

"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, don't worry about it for now."

"Dad, do you admit defeat?"

Filled with rage and being beaten up by his daughter, Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain his usual refined image.

"You little brat, stop this at once!"

"Heh, Dad, you're still not admitting defeat, are you?"

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi was still being stubborn, Ning Rongrong, whose heart was set entirely on the trial, could not care about anything else.

This was her only chance.

She snatched up the marble tabletop, intending to smash it right onto her father's head.

"Rongrong, no!"

Seeing their precious young lady make such a move, Sword and Bone were instantly thrown into a panic.

Wasn't this usurpation a bit too hasty?

Perhaps sensing the danger, or perhaps finally realizing the oddity of his daughter's behavior, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly whispered:

"Father admits defeat, Rongrong, stop now."

The marble tabletop stopped five centimeters from Ning Fengzhi's head, and as she heard the notification in her mind that the trial was complete, Ning Rongrong excitedly tossed the tabletop out of the hall.

"Great, it's done!"

Pulling off the sack that had covered his head, Ning Fengzhi gently rubbed the swelling on his forehead.

The sight of his pig-headed appearance was utterly ridiculous, forming a sharp contrast to his usual refined demeanor; Sword and Bone had to recall every sad thing they could think of just to keep their lips from twitching.

"Hmph, this girl is truly lawless; she must be properly punished."

"Eh, haven't this girl's recent actions been strange all along?"

"Perhaps there is some unknown reason behind it, who knows."

Ning Fengzhi, rubbing his swollen cheek, desperately wanted to ask: what kind of reason requires taking a knife to one's own father?

But looking at how Sword and Bone were shielding the girl, Ning Fengzhi could only curse and grumble in his heart.

[Wish Rank E, Executor Ning Rongrong completion rate: 100%.]

[Reward: 300 days of cultivation, 120 years of spirit ring age.]

[Reward: Holy War Physique.]

Far away in Suotuo City, Lu Xian had not expected Ning Rongrong to complete the major trial so quickly.

"It seems I underestimated the weight this girl carries within the sect."

If not for that, even if Ning Fengzhi was a support spirit master, he would have been able to resist being ambushed by his daughter.

The old father was likely afraid of hurting her.

Regardless, Ning Rongrong's trial was complete.

Choosing to accept the Holy War Physique, Lu Xian discovered it was a physique with extremely high growth potential.

It was somewhat similar to the Saiyan constitution he knew from his past life.

It could rapidly recover fatigue and injuries, and after every evenly matched battle, the physique would become even stronger.

He was quite covetous of such a good reward, so naturally, he couldn't give it all to Ning Rongrong; stripping off a small portion for himself was more like it.

After incidentally skimming off a portion of the cultivation and spirit ring age, Lu Xian planned to distribute some small techniques he had researched over the past few months as a reward.

Consider it compensation.

Running from the dining room back to her room in one breath, Ning Rongrong excitedly checked the rewards for this trial.

The trial information had mentioned that every tenth trial was a major one.

Ning Rongrong felt that this reward should be much more generous than the previous ones.

"Battle God's Tenth Trial, Survival in Conflict, completed."

"Defeated one Spirit Saint powerhouse."

"Reward: 100 days of cultivation, all spirit ring ages increased by 20 years."

"Reward: Physique increased by 10%, reward: Super Strength Training Method!"

The Super Strength Training Method was a physical technique Lu Xian had developed over the years, inspired by a certain gambling-loving Fifth Hokage.

It involved concentrating spirit power into a single point and exploding it outward, thereby gaining exponentially increased power.

Ning Rongrong excitedly chose to accept the rewards.

Aside from the massive amount of spirit power surging within her, she could clearly feel that her body's strength had increased significantly.

And what she cared about most, naturally, was the Super Strength Training Method.

"So spirit power can be used like this!"

"Hehe, this young lady is no longer a helpless little support master."

"Next time I defeat a Spirit Saint, I won't even need a stool—I'll go straight for the fists!"

Ning Fengzhi, who was currently having medicinal ointment applied by a maid, suddenly sneezed, feeling as if something bad was about to happen again.

He felt a chill run down his back, but when he turned to look, he saw nothing.

Although running laps was no longer part of the trial requirements, Ning Rongrong had no intention of giving it up.

After receiving her rewards, she took Little Bear and headed outside the sect.

"No matter how I look at it, this Battle God inheritance requires an incredibly demanding physique; this young lady cannot give up halfway."