Leaky Little Cotton-Quilted Jacket: Ning Rongrong!

Before long.

Ning Rongrong finally smoothed out the last wrinkle on Lin Yan's clothes, and then, the two walked hand in hand toward the door.

The door was pushed open, and a flood of light rushed in, causing Lin Yan to narrow his eyes slightly.

Once he adjusted to the glare, three figures appeared in his line of sight...

The man in the middle was refined and easygoing; even though Lin Yan knew he had come with ill intent, a faint smile remained at the corners of his eyes. This was Ning Fengzhi.

Behind him, a middle-aged man dressed in white stood ramrod straight, his brows and eyes sharp, his face set in a cold expression. This was Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

The other middle-aged man wore black robes, his anger undisguised. He even looked at Lin Yan with a sinister glint, as if he might strike from the shadows at any moment... Without a doubt, this was Bone Douluo Gu Rong, possessor of the spatial Bone Dragon martial soul.

Lin Yan looked at the three men with their varying expressions, swallowed hard, and silently pulled Ning Rongrong a little tighter against his chest.

Under the sunlight, neither side spoke first; they were all sizing each other up.

Lin Yan didn't even intend to speak to this "father-in-law," let alone offer a respectful greeting.

He knew their purpose, and in the face of such overwhelming strength, no amount of humility from the weak would earn him any sympathy.

Lin Yan simply chose to "face the enemy" with unyielding pride!

The air fell into a heavy silence. After a long while, Chen Xin finally spoke first.

"You are Lin Yan?"

"That is correct."

Seeing that Lin Yan really hadn't even offered a greeting, Ning Fengzhi and the others felt a surge of displeasure.

At the same time, seeing that Lin Yan dared to forgo such formalities, they felt a bit more solemn.

It was clear that he already knew why they were here!

"Hoo~"

Exhaling a long breath, Chen Xin turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, go back to your dormitory and rest for a while."

"We need to have a private word with him."

Ning Rongrong refused flatly!

"No!"

As she spoke, she followed Lin Yan's instructions and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Judging by her stance, she had no intention of letting go; she was practically hanging off him with her feet off the ground.

Seeing this, Gu Rong immediately bristled.

"Let go of him."

Lin Yan lowered his gaze, holding Ning Rongrong with one arm while pointing at himself with the other.

"Huh? Me?"

Seeing his expression, Gu Rong cursed out loud.

"You little beast! Are you deaf? I told you to let go! Let go!"

Truth be told, if they weren't pressed so closely together—fearing he might accidentally injure Ning Rongrong—Gu Rong would have loved to punch this scoundrel Lin Yan to death right then and there.

It was one thing not to greet them politely, but this guy actually had the audacity to hold his little princess so tightly in front of three elders.

Who could tolerate this!

At this moment, even Chen Xin, standing to the side, felt his temples throb as he clenched his fists.

Only Ning Fengzhi remained...

Lin Yan looked at the two furious Title Douluo and the ever-smiling Ning Fengzhi, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"I can't help it. Rongrong is holding on too tight; I can't let go."

As he spoke, he simply cupped Ning Rongrong's bottom with both hands and lifted the young girl up.

With that, Ning Rongrong was truly hanging off Lin Yan like a koala, face-to-face.

The next second, the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul manifested. Blue-gold vines grew rapidly, wrapping around the two of them and binding them together so tightly there wasn't a sliver of space left between them.

Although the posture was somewhat unseemly, it was the only way for Lin Yan to feel a sense of security...

She was his only life-saving charm right now; he couldn't let go, no matter what.

Seeing this, Gu Rong immediately understood Lin Yan's intent. He laughed in his fury, spitting out three words in succession.

"Good, good, good!"

"You really have guts!"

Clearly, he had been pushed to his limit.

Lin Yan let out a scoff. Since both sides had implicitly laid their cards on the table, there was no need for pretense.

"It's you who have the guts," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What? Did I mistreat Rongrong? Is it really worth such a grand mobilization? Don't think I don't know why you're here."

This time, Ning Rongrong finally vaguely understood what Lin Yan had meant just moments ago.

The young girl realized the situation might be spiraling out of control and immediately spoke to Lin Yan.

"Lin Yan, Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa didn't mean it like that, please don't..."

"Can't you see it for yourself? Is this how they usually treat you?"

Lin Yan interrupted the girl's explanation, his tone laced with a hint of anger that made Ning Rongrong shrink her neck in fear, falling silent.

That's right, she should have realized it long ago.

Her father and the two elders definitely weren't here just to see her boyfriend; the benefits Lin Yan had given her were enough to shock the entire Soul World.

How could someone as calculating as her father not be tempted?

Faced with such a secret, what would her father and the two elders do? Ning Rongrong already had the answer in her heart.

She was a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, so she naturally knew the methods of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

So that was it; she hadn't expected that what Lin Yan had to face was actually the pressure of the Upper Three Sects.

Now, Ning Rongrong understood everything...

In the clearing, the three men opposite did not expect Lin Yan to lay his cards on the table right in front of Ning Rongrong, nor did they expect him to use Ning Rongrong as a "hostage."

It made sense! Someone who possessed such secrets could never be a mediocre person.

Ning Fengzhi's expression still held a smile, but his heart was already in turmoil.

To face the pressure of the Upper Three Sects, make a judgment and a choice within a few short minutes, and use his own girlfriend—the sect master's own daughter—as a hostage; this boy was definitely no ordinary person.

He spoke slowly.

"Little friend Lin Yan, it seems your personality is very straightforward."

Under the sunlight, Ning Fengzhi's smiling face looked incredibly gentle to anyone who saw it, devoid of any airs of a sect master.

Compared to Sword and Bone Douluo, he, as Ning Rongrong's father, actually appeared to be the easiest to talk to.

But Lin Yan wasn't buying it.

Of the three, he least wanted to face Ning Fengzhi.

Sword and Bone Douluo were at least normal people; they just wanted to obtain his secrets.

As for this Ning Fengzhi, Lin Yan suspected that this man had already mapped out the rest of his life for him.

He didn't want to get entangled with him any further and laid his cards on the table.

"One sentence: you won't get any secrets from me."

"If you have the ability, kill me."

This statement carried great weight.

The two sides had only met for less than a few minutes, and given the relationship between the girl's family and the son-in-law, it shouldn't have been like this.

But reality was exactly as it was...

Ning Rongrong realized the predicament of both sides and realized that she was the one who had brought trouble to Lin Yan.

She immediately took a dagger from her storage ring and handed it to Lin Yan.

"Lin Yan, if they dare to touch you, just kill me."

"We'll die together."