Flying Rongrong

Fu Wen did not know.

But he knew one thing.

No matter how the plot changed, his path would not.

Cultivate the China Divine Crocodile, inherit a godhood, and protect those around him.

As for the rest, he would adapt as the situation demanded.

"Brother Wen, are you asleep?" Ma Hongjun's voice came from nearby.

"No."

"Do you think that Ning Rongrong will be hard to get along with in the future?"

"No," Fu Wen said. "She just has a sharp tongue, but her heart isn't bad."

Ma Hongjun thought about it and felt it made sense. "That's true, she even helped me wash the dishes today."

"Helped you wash the dishes?"

"Yeah. I said my hand hurt, so she helped me wash them."

Ma Hongjun chuckled. "Actually, my hand didn't hurt; I just wanted to be lazy."

Fu Wen rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any mind.

"But Brother Wen, do you think she'll stay? I mean, do you think she'll get fed up one day and run back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"No," Fu Wen said with certainty.

"Why?"

"Because she promised her father." Fu Wen closed his eyes. "She won't go back on something she promised."

Ma Hongjun let out an "oh" and didn't ask again.

Early the next morning, Ning Rongrong appeared on the training ground again.

This time, she was earlier than anyone else.

When Flender arrived, she had already run five laps.

"Why are you here so early?" Flender was somewhat surprised.

"I couldn't sleep," Ning Rongrong said without stopping. "I'm idle anyway, so I might as well."

Flender glanced at her and said nothing more.

But in his heart, his impression of this young girl improved by a few points.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun arrived at the training ground one after another, and both were stunned to see Ning Rongrong already running.

"When did she get here?" Oscar asked Fu Wen.

"I don't know," Fu Wen shook his head. "She was already running when I arrived."

"This is way too competitive," Oscar muttered, quickly warming up before joining the run.

Ma Hongjun followed behind, panting after only two laps.

"I can't do it, I can't do it anymore. I can't run."

"If you can't run, then walk," Flender's voice came from the side. "Finishing the distance counts too."

Ma Hongjun remembered that Ning Rongrong had been treated the same way on her first day, so he gritted his teeth and kept running.

Ning Rongrong finished her twenty-five laps, stopped, and wiped away her sweat.

She glanced at Ma Hongjun, who was still running, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

This fatty, although lazy, at least hadn't given up.

Not bad.

Fu Wen finished his last lap and walked over to Ning Rongrong.

"You were half a cup of tea faster today than yesterday."

"You were timing me?" Ning Rongrong was somewhat surprised.

"No," Fu Wen shook his head. "I guessed."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and didn't respond.

But deep down, she felt a strange sensation.

This annoying guy was actually paying attention to her progress.

"Rongrong, you're in good shape today," Flender walked over. "You can start your afternoon training task early."

"What task?"

"Sparring with Fu Wen."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment and looked at Fu Wen.

Fu Wen's expression was calm, devoid of any emotion.

"Sparring? I'm a support type, he's a power attack type, how are we supposed to spar?"

"I'm not asking you to fight him." Flender pushed up his glasses. "You support Oscar, and let Oscar fight him."

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment and nodded.

Supporting Oscar—this was something she was good at.

When Oscar heard this news, his face turned green.

"Old man, you want me to fight Brother Wen? You're not joking, are you?"

"I'm not joking." Flender was expressionless. "Rongrong will support you, and you will attack with all your might. Xiao Wen can only defend; he cannot fight back."

Oscar breathed a sigh of relief. "That's manageable."

"Don't be happy too soon." Flender glanced at him. "Even though Xiao Wen cannot fight back, you might not even be able to break through his defense."

The corners of Oscar's mouth twitched, and he didn't want to speak anymore.

In the afternoon, at the training ground.

Oscar stood to one side, with Ning Rongrong standing behind him.

Fu Wen stood opposite them, his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

"Begin." Flender gave the order.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, emerge." Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul, and the phantom of a seven-story pagoda appeared behind her. Two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath her feet.

"Seven Treasures have a name, the first is: Power." The pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hands shone brilliantly, and a golden light enveloped Oscar.

Oscar felt his strength surge, and his confidence grew significantly.

"Flying Sausage." He first ate a Flying Sausage, spread his blue Light Wing, and flew into the air.

Then, he ate a Big Sausage to restore his stamina.

"Brother Wen, here I come!"

Oscar dove down from the sky, slamming a punch toward Fu Wen.

Fu Wen did not move.

The fist struck his chest, producing a dull thud.

Fu Wen remained completely motionless.

Oscar's fist throbbed with pain.

"What... what kind of defense is this?"

Oscar shook his hand, grimacing in pain.

"Again." Fu Wen was expressionless.

Oscar gritted his teeth and charged again.

This time, he used his full strength.

Fu Wen still didn't budge.

"No, no, I can't break through."

Oscar landed back on the ground, panting heavily.

Ning Rongrong was also stunned.

Was her power amplification completely useless against Fu Wen?

"Your power amplification is very strong." Fu Wen looked at Ning Rongrong. "But Oscar's base strength is too weak. Even if you double it, he's still weak. Even if you triple it, he's still weak. This isn't your problem; it's his."

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Brother Wen, can you at least save me some face?"

"No." Fu Wen was expressionless.

Ning Rongrong looked at Fu Wen, her eyes complex.

This annoying guy was indeed very strong.

"Brother Ao, give me a Flying Sausage."

Ning Rongrong walked up to Oscar and held out her hand.

Oscar was taken aback. "You want to fly too?"

"Is that not allowed?" Ning Rongrong lifted her chin. "You can fly, why can't I?"

Oscar looked at Flender, and Flender nodded.

"Give her one."

Oscar took a Flying Sausage from his Soul Tool and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

"After you eat it, the Light Wing will automatically unfold; you just need to control the direction. Don't go too fast the first time you fly; adapt to it at a low altitude first."

"Got it, got it, you're so long-winded."

Ning Rongrong took the sausage and took a bite.

Blue Light Wing suddenly unfurled behind her, startling her as her body was lifted into the air.

"Ah!!!"

Ning Rongrong scrambled in a panic, completely unable to control her direction.

With a violent flap of the Light Wing, she went careening off at an angle like a kite with a snapped string.

"Rongrong!" Oscar tried to give chase, but it was already too late.

Ning Rongrong collided with the canopy of a large tree; she squeezed her eyes shut and instinctively curled into a ball.

The next second, a pair of arms caught her steadily.

Ning Rongrong opened her eyes to see Fu Wen's expressionless face.

"You! When did you get over here?"

Ning Rongrong's face flushed instantly.

"I've been right beside you the whole time." Fu Wen set her down. "It's your first time flying, don't rush to charge upward. Find your balance with the Light Wing first."

Ning Rongrong stood steady, head bowed, the roots of her ears burning hot.

That moment just now had been too embarrassing.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Fu Wen didn't respond, turning to walk back toward the training grounds.

Ning Rongrong watched his retreating back and bit her lip.

This annoying guy didn't seem quite so annoying after all.