Teaching the Little Witch Ning Rongrong a Lesson

"May I ask about the method of Martial Soul Evolution?"

"I want my daughter's Martial Soul to become better."

Only then did Ning Fengzhi get to the point.

Zhou Tao hesitated. Martial Soul Evolution was a top-tier secret anywhere.

If not for earning Dugu Bo's favor and setting his sights on Immortal Herbs, he definitely would not have been willing to tell others.

However, since Ning Fengzhi was so sincere, and befriending the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect brought only benefits, Zhou Tao could make a deal.

Seeing Zhou Tao hesitate, Ning Fengzhi spoke up again. "Young Friend Zhou, I will not ask for your help for nothing."

"If you are willing to help my daughter evolve her Martial Soul, I will offer one million Gold Soul Coins, along with three favors from our sect!"

"As long as our sect is capable of it, we will brave fire and water without hesitation."

Ning Fengzhi's offer was incredibly generous.

One million Gold Soul Coins.

Three favors from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Even Zhou Tao was somewhat tempted.

Since the other party was being so straightforward, and Zhou Tao could gain such enormous benefits, why would he refuse?

If this succeeded, Zhou Tao would have Poison Douluo on one side and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on the other. That backing would be unbelievably formidable.

"Since Sect Master Ning is so sincere, I would feel a little bad refusing."

Zhou Tao nodded slightly and readily agreed.

"However, for this to happen, I will need Teacher Dugu's approval."

For Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul to evolve, she needed to consume an Immortal Herb.

The Immortal Herbs belonged to Dugu Bo.

Zhou Tao would not go around him and take his Immortal Herbs directly.

How would that be any different from being a thief?

Zhou Tao was not Tang San.

Dugu Bo had been grateful to him and allowed him to pick Immortal Herbs.

Yet Tang San had cleaned out the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and treated it like his own home.

Zhou Tao was not such a shameless person.

Dugu Bo was very generous. "It is a small matter. I agree."

Zhou Tao had agreed to help them, yet he had not forgotten his teacher, allowing him to gain favors from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for free.

He had not accepted this brat as a disciple for nothing.

Dugu Bo found himself appreciating Zhou Tao more and more.

At the same time, Zhou Tao noticed that Ning Rongrong was glaring at him with puffed cheeks, seeming rather unhappy.

Ning Rongrong had not acted particularly unusual along the way, so he had not paid much attention to it.

Not long after, Zhou Tao led Ning Rongrong and the others outside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

"Please wait here. I will go pick the herbs."

Zhou Tao instructed them.

He would not let them enter the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. They could wait in the small courtyard outside.

At that moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been wearing a dark expression and keeping silent, finally spoke.

She planted her hands on her slender waist, her cheeks puffed up in anger.

"Zhou Tao, Father always says you are amazing. Really, really amazing."

"He always tells me to learn from you."

"I do not believe it."

"Today, I want to see whether it is true."

Little Princess Ning Rongrong glared with her bright eyes, her delicate and noble face filled with defiance.

She was the greatest genius the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had seen in a hundred years. She had been pampered since childhood, yet now someone had surpassed her.

She refused to accept it in every possible way.

She had clearly always been Father's little moon, but after Zhou Tao appeared, Father began using Zhou Tao as an example and criticizing her all the time.

He no longer praised Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong felt as if her world was about to collapse.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Zhou Tao could not help frowning, both amused and annoyed.

This Ning Rongrong truly was a lawless little witch.

He was not surprised that she liked making trouble.

But he had not expected her to make trouble in this way.

Ning Fengzhi seemed to have turned Zhou Tao into the child from another family, using him to educate Ning Rongrong.

Clearly, the little witch Ning Rongrong could not accept that.

So she had set her sights on Zhou Tao.

"Princess Ning, how do you intend to verify it?"

Zhou Tao asked calmly.

"I do not believe you are really such a genius."

"Tell me, exactly how did you cultivate to turn a useless Martial Soul into such a powerful Martial Soul?"

"If you cannot convince me, then I will not believe you can evolve Martial Souls."

Ning Rongrong tossed her pretty face aside, her delicate features filled with defiance.

She wanted to expose the true face of this child from another family and let Father see that she was the true genius.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi had not expected his daughter to suddenly pull this stunt.

Before setting out, he had already spoken with his daughter. This time, she was supposed to behave and let her Martial Soul evolve smoothly.

Rongrong had been fine during the journey.

Although her expression had been somewhat unpleasant, she had at least not ruined the atmosphere.

He had not expected Rongrong to reveal her young mistress's temper after all.

He hurriedly stepped forward. "Young Friend Zhou, please do not be angry. Rongrong has always had this temperament. Once I take her home, I will properly teach her a lesson."

Then, he turned to Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, did we not agree that you would listen to me this time? Stop throwing a tantrum."

But Ning Rongrong began crying in grievance. "Rongrong is the most dazzling genius! I want to be the child from another family!"

Zhou Tao stood there, barely able to keep his expression under control.

She truly was worthy of being called a little witch.

But he would not allow anyone to provoke him so easily.

Since Ning Rongrong wanted to hear it, then he would tell her and make her completely convinced!

"I am indeed not a genius."

"I am merely a Spirit Master with a useless Martial Soul."

"When I awakened my Martial Soul, my Soul Power was only rank 1."

"Moreover, I am an orphan. No one was willing to guide my cultivation."

"The only reason I was able to evolve my Martial Soul into what it is now was through hard work."

"To learn about Martial Souls, I read every relevant book in the library three times."

"Ever since I was six, I cultivated for at least sixteen hours every day."

"To absorb a better Spirit Ring, I used secret medicine to temper my body and endured the pain of being remade from flesh to bone. Only then did my first Spirit Ring become a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."

"I also tempered my body in scorching springs, enduring the torment of extreme heat, all to forge a powerful body capable of bearing high-year Spirit Rings."

"You are right. You are the genius. I am not."

Listening to Zhou Tao's words, Ning Rongrong's adorable face froze. She looked at Zhou Tao as if she were looking at a monster.

Cultivating sixteen hours a day—was he even human?

Did he not need to rest?

And that body tempering sounded terrifying. Could a person really endure the pain of being remade from flesh to bone?

And his first Spirit Ring had actually been a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. How was that possible?

The more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.

She simply could not believe her own ears.

At this moment, Sword Douluo, who had been standing beside Ning Fengzhi, showed a slight look of surprise before turning his gaze toward Zhou Tao.

"At such a young age, you have cultivated the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to this extent. Your future achievements will certainly be extraordinary."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and find me."

Sword Douluo's gaze was sharp as he spoke in a deep voice.

Although Zhou Tao's Martial Soul talent was not strong, his resolve and intelligence surpassed those of the vast majority of Spirit Masters.

That was what made him a true genius.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to befriend such a genius.