Douluo Era.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Rongrong stood in the middle of the hall, her face flushed red, fingers clutching the hem of her skirt.
She raised her head and cursed furiously at the spot where the Light Screen had disappeared.
"Damn it! That scumbag actually dares to deceive me in the future!"
"How could I be so blind as to fall for such a disgusting man?"
"Just thinking about that kind of man playing the womanizer makes me feel sick!"
When she finished, she bent over, bracing one hand on her knee and clutching her chest with the other as she retched a few times.
A nauseated sound rose in her throat, and tears sprang to her eyes.
Chen Xin stepped forward.
"Don't be afraid, Rongrong. Sword Grandpa will get even for you."
His face was ashen, his voice low.
"It's just some backwater school, isn't it?"
"I don't care how powerful they become in the future. I'll wipe them out right now!"
Gu Rong let out a cold laugh too, striking his bone staff heavily against the floor.
"That's right, Rongrong. With Chen Xin and me backing you up, what man could bully you?"
"That Oscar or whatever—Bone Grandpa will set off right now and break every bone in his body to use as firewood for you!"
Ning Rongrong looked up at her two grandpas, and the churning nausea finally eased a little.
She bit her lip and was just about to say something when a voice sounded beside her.
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, don't be so hasty."
Ning Fengzhi held a teacup and took a sip, a smile on his face.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong both turned to look at him.
Ning Rongrong turned her head too and called out, "Dad?"
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup. "This Oscar dared to bully Rongrong. Of course he deserves to die."
"Even dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough."
He paused.
"However, Oscar is also the person with the best chance of inheriting the position of God of Food."
Chen Xin furrowed his brows.
He stared at Ning Fengzhi, his voice turning stern. "Fengzhi, what do you mean?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled.
"My meaning is simple."
Ning Fengzhi rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and paced a few steps.
"Since the Nine-Colored Goddess will descend alongside the God of Food, then if Rongrong gets together with Oscar, won't she be able to inherit the Nine-Colored Goddess's divine position?"
Gu Rong's expression changed drastically.
He suddenly slapped the armrest, his bone staff vibrating as he rebuked him:
"Fengzhi, what are you saying? You know full well that Oscar is a womanizer, and you still want to hand Rongrong over to him?"
"She's your own daughter!"
Ning Rongrong panicked too, her eyes reddening, her voice trembling with anger and tears. "I don't want to marry that kind of womanizer!"
"Even if I could become a god, I still wouldn't!"
"Dad, what are you saying? Have you gone mad?"
Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to calm them, his smile unchanged.
He looked at Gu Rong, then at Ning Rongrong.
"Don't worry. What I'm thinking is this—we don't kill Oscar just yet. We capture him first, then castrate him."
"That way, he won't be able to bully Rongrong."
"After being castrated, he might even focus more on cultivation, increasing his chances of inheriting the position of God of Food."
"Then we have him and Rongrong enter a fake marriage. By then, Rongrong will have become a god."
"Once she reaches the Divine Realm, everyone will be an outstanding figure. Surely she'll be able to find a suitable husband?"
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze settling on Ning Rongrong.
"Oscar is nothing more than a switch to help Rongrong become a god."
"What do you think?"
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Chen Xin's brows relaxed.
He stroked his beard, the killing intent in his eyes fading, replaced by a glimmer of understanding.
Gu Rong also stood there dumbfounded, slowly lowering his bone staff.
"That... does make sense," Gu Rong murmured.
Chen Xin burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the hall.
"Hahaha! Exactly! That'll work!"
"Rongrong won't be bullied, and that brat won't be able to stir up any trouble."
"The important thing is that Rongrong can become a god!"
"Who cares if he's a womanizer or not? What's a eunuch worth?"
He patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder.
"Rongrong, just you wait. Sword Grandpa will castrate that Oscar fellow for you!"
"I guarantee that from now on, all he'll be able to do when he sees a woman is stare!"
Ning Rongrong parted her lips, wanting to say something, but swallowed her words.
She furrowed her brows, as if puzzling over something, yet she couldn't put her finger on what was wrong.
She wouldn't have to marry that disgusting man, she wouldn't be bullied, and she could still become a god. Once she became a god, she could find an even better man.
She pressed her lips together and murmured softly, "Can... that really work?"
No one answered her.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong were already discussing how to make their move.
Ning Fengzhi held his teacup, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Douluo Era.
Shrek Academy.
With a thud, Oscar's knees slammed into the ground.
He knelt in front of Flender, trembling all over, his face smeared with snot and tears.
"Dean! You have to save me!"
"They say the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has two Titled Douluo. If they come, I'll die without a burial place!"
"Dean! I'm begging you, Dean!"
"You're my real dad! You're my real dad, all right?"
Flender stood before him with his hands clasped behind his back.
He opened his mouth, then shut it again. In the end, all he could do was sigh.
"Little Ao, you said it yourself. They're Titled Douluo."
"Do you really think I, a Soul Saint, can take on Titled Douluo?"
Oscar clutched Flender's trouser leg with both hands.
"Dean, you're smart!"
"You're the cleverest! You must have a way! Think of something, Dean!"
Flender looked down at Oscar, fell silent for a moment, then pulled his trouser leg free of Oscar's grasp.
"It's not that I don't want to protect you. I just can't."
Oscar's hand froze in midair.
His tears were still flowing, but he stopped sobbing.
He knelt there, his eyes unfocused.
"Then what do I do?" he murmured.
"I'm done for. I didn't even do anything. All I did before was fool around with a few women, right?"
"I didn't bully Ning Rongrong either!"
"Am I supposed to be punished for something that happens in the future?"
He abruptly turned and lunged at Dai Mubai, gripping his arm tightly with both hands.
"Boss Dai! Boss Dai, save me!"
"Your family has so much influence. Put in a good word for me! Save me!"
Dai Mubai leaned against a pillar, arms crossed as he looked at Oscar.
He shook his head and sighed.
"Little Ao, I can barely protect myself. How am I supposed to protect you?"
"Besides having a little money, what else do I have? What do I really have?"
He looked down at Oscar's hands gripping his arm but neither pushed them away nor held on to them.
Oscar's lips trembled.
He turned to look at Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun scratched his head, forced a smile, and patted Oscar on the shoulder.
"Little Ao, don't worry. I'll prepare a wreath for you when the time comes."
"You're my brother. I'll burn a few paper figures to keep you company down there, all right?"
After hearing that, Oscar slumped to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out.
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