Three months slipped by quietly.
Whereas she had once needed to crawl through the final lap, Ning Rongrong could now run most of the course without even changing expression.
Her physique had undergone a world-shaking transformation compared to a few months earlier.
And now, she was about to face the major trial that was hers alone.
"Battle God's Tenth Trial: Survive in the struggle."
"How could a Battle God inheritor have no practical combat experience?"
"You must defeat a Soul Sage powerhouse on your own."
"Time limit: ten days."
"Friendly reminder: every ten trials constitute one major trial."
Ning Rongrong had gotten up early, ready to keep running laps around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but she froze on the spot.
Her eyes filled with disbelief.
A Soul Sage powerhouse? Me?
"I'm a Level 25 support-type Soul Master!"
"Your venerable self, Battle God, must have made a mistake!"
At breakfast, Ning Fengzhi was having a meal with his daughter when he secretly wondered what was going on.
At this hour, she would usually already be out running laps. Why did she look so listless today?
But whatever had happened, as her father, he still had to offer a few words of comfort.
"Rongrong, it's certainly important for support-type Soul Masters to have a strong physique."
"But you also need to balance work and rest. Don't hurt yourself."
"Ultimately, our physique can't compare with that of Battle Soul Masters."
Ning Rongrong listened, listlessly putting food into her mouth.
How could she not know what Ning Fengzhi was saying?
Suddenly, Ning Rongrong seemed to discover a whole new world. Her eyes lit up.
Then she looked up at Ning Fengzhi, as if she had spotted a treasure.
"A Soul Sage?"
"So that's what it means!"
Seeing his daughter muttering to herself, Ning Fengzhi looked utterly confused.
"What's wrong, Rongrong?"
"What about a Soul Sage?"
Ning Rongrong set down her utensils and wiped the corner of her mouth. Then she carefully got up and slowly circled around behind Ning Fengzhi.
"Nothing, Father. I'm going to run laps again."
"Mm, go ahead."
Ning Fengzhi didn't suspect his daughter at all. After all, she had been doing this for the past three months.
Seeing that her father was completely unprepared, Ning Rongrong, now behind him, curled her lips into a smile.
"Surprise attack..."
Ning Rongrong quickly applied two kinds of boosts to herself, pulled a sack out of her Soul Tool, and dropped it over Ning Fengzhi's head.
Then she grabbed a stool from the side and laid into him with a Lightning Five-Chain Whip.
"Ah! Ow! Aaargh!"
Ning Fengzhi had no idea what was happening before waves of pain crashed over him.
Just as he had said, a support Soul Master's physique was still far too weak.
Hearing the commotion, Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa rushed over. Ning Fengzhi's screams had nearly made them think something terrible had happened.
But as soon as they entered, they saw Ning Rongrong beating Ning Fengzhi like a drum.
"R-Rongrong, what are you doing?"
"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, don't interfere yet."
"Dad, do you surrender?"
Furious, Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain his usual refined composure as his daughter beat him senseless.
"You little brat! Stop right now!"
"Heh, Dad, you still won't surrender?"
Seeing that Ning Fengzhi was still stubbornly refusing, Ning Rongrong, wholly focused on her trial, couldn't afford to worry about anything else.
This was her only chance.
She grabbed a marble tabletop, intending to smash it down on her father's head.
"Rongrong, you mustn't!"
Seeing their filial girl do something like this, Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa instantly panicked.
Wasn't she moving a little too fast to seize the throne?
Perhaps he sensed the danger, or perhaps he'd figured out why his daughter was acting so strangely.
Ning Fengzhi hurriedly said in a soft voice,
"I surrender. Rongrong, put it down."
The marble tabletop stopped five centimeters from Ning Fengzhi's head. Hearing the notification in her mind that the trial was complete, Ning Rongrong excitedly threw the tabletop out of the hall.
"Yay! I did it!"
Ning Fengzhi pulled the sack off his head and gently rubbed the swelling on his forehead.
He looked like a comical pig's head, a striking contrast with his usual refined demeanor. Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa had to think of every sad thing they could before they managed to keep their mouths from twitching.
"Hmph, this girl is getting completely out of hand. I'll have to teach her a good lesson."
"Hey, hasn't she been acting strangely lately?"
"There may be some unknown reason behind it."
Rubbing his swollen face, Ning Fengzhi wanted to ask what kind of reason would make her attack her own father.
But seeing Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa's protective attitude, Ning Fengzhi could only curse inwardly.
[Wish level E. Executor Ning Rongrong's completion rate: 100%.]
[Reward: 300 days of cultivation. Reward: 120 years to Soul Ring age.]
[Reward: Holy War Physique.]
Even Lu Xian, far away in Suotuo City, hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to complete the major trial so quickly.
"Looks like I underestimated how much influence that girl has in her sect."
Otherwise, even though Ning Fengzhi was a support Soul Master, he could have fought back when his daughter ambushed him.
Perhaps the old father had been afraid of hurting his daughter.
But no matter what, Ning Rongrong had completed her trial.
Lu Xian chose to accept the Holy War Physique and discovered that it was a physique with tremendous potential for growth.
It was somewhat similar to the Saiyan physique he knew from his previous life.
It could rapidly restore fatigue and heal injuries, and every evenly matched battle made the physique stronger.
He was quite envious of such a fine reward, so naturally, he couldn't give it all to Ning Rongrong. He could only separate off a small portion.
After skimming off some of the cultivation and Soul Ring age as well, Lu Xian decided to send over some of the little techniques he had been working on these past few months as rewards.
That would serve as compensation.
Ning Rongrong rushed all the way from the dining hall back to her room, excitedly checking the rewards from this trial.
The trial information had said that every ten trials made up one major trial.
Ning Rongrong figured that this time's rewards ought to be much more generous than before.
"Battle God's Tenth Trial: Survive in the struggle—complete."
"Defeat one Soul Sage powerhouse."
"Reward: 100 days of cultivation. Increase the age of all Soul Rings by 20 years."
"Reward: Increase physique by 10%. Reward: Super Strength Training Method!"
The Super Strength Training Method was a combat technique Lu Xian had developed over the years. Its inspiration came from a certain Fifth Hokage who loved to gamble.
It concentrated Soul Power at a single point and unleashed it, multiplying the resulting force.
Ning Rongrong excitedly chose to accept the rewards.
Aside from the huge amount of Soul Power added to her body, she could clearly feel that her physical strength had improved considerably.
And what she cared about most was, of course, the Super Strength Training Method.
"So Soul Power can be used like this!"
"Hehe, your great-aunt is no longer a helpless little support!"
"Next time I take down a Soul Sage, I won't even need a stool. I'll just use my fists!"
Ning Fengzhi, who was having liniment applied to his bruises by a maid, suddenly sneezed. He felt as if something bad was about to happen again.
A chill ran down his back, but when he turned around, he saw nothing.
Although running laps was no longer part of her trial, Ning Rongrong still had no intention of stopping.
After receiving her rewards, she took Little Bear and headed outside the sect.
"No matter how I look at it, this Battle God inheritance demands an extremely rigorous physique. I can't give up halfway!"
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