Tricking a Daughter-Doting Dad

Mo Lin's remark was nothing short of blatant mockery.

Ning Fengzhi showed nothing on the surface, but the hand gripping his cane revealed his displeasure, even anger. After all, his daughter Ning Rongrong was also at Shrek Academy. Mo Lin's words were mocking more than just him.

"How about this? Since we have the chance, why don't we place a bet?"

"Oh~? How does Sect Master Ning intend to bet?" Mo Lin deliberately put on an even more teasing expression.

Although Ning Fengzhi was certain of victory, Mo Lin's expression was enough to make even this refined gentleman and devoted daughter-doting father lose his patience.

"Let's bet on the outcome of the next match. Fifty thousand gold soul coins. How about it?"

"Sect Master!" Bone Douluo immediately sprang up. No matter how wealthy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was, they could not throw money around like this!

Ning Fengzhi gestured for Bone Douluo to say no more. His mind was made up, and he transmitted his voice to Bone Douluo from afar.

"Elder Bone, say no more. I am fully confident. This time, I'll definitely make the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan bleed!"

Looking at Ning Fengzhi, whom he had provoked, Mo Lin smiled.

"If Sect Master Ning wants to give me money, then of course I have no objections."

"Then it's settled. I—" Ning Fengzhi said.

Mo Lin cut in before him.

"I'm betting on Shrek Academy to win."

Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi both instantly froze.

"Since Sect Master Ning was the one who proposed this bet, there shouldn't be a problem with me deciding whom to bet on first, right?" Mo Lin asked.

"If you want to pry information out of me, how can you do it without paying a price?"

Ning Fengzhi's mind had not quite caught up.

"Weren't you just supporting Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Mo Lin cast a few glances in another direction.

"Surely Sect Master Ning isn't going back on his word? There are so many people watching."

Ning Fengzhi looked to his right. Emperor Xue Ye had also heard what they said. Though he had not caught all of it, he had pieced together the general idea.

"I never expected Sect Master Ning to have such confidence in our Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team that he would put up such an enormous sum as a wager. The next match has become much more interesting!"

What could Ning Fengzhi do now? He could hardly say in front of so many people, "Your Majesty, your hearing must be bad—you heard wrong. I never said I had confidence in Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team. I think they're guaranteed to lose!" The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had such close ties with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family; Ning Fengzhi would have to be out of his mind to say such a thing. He could only nod, smile, look ahead, and silently accept it all.

The match began. All fourteen soul masters released their martial souls and soul rings at once. Mo Lin kept his eyes on Tang San until that black soul ring rose.

"Fuck—a type of plant. So after all that, he still absorbed a ten-thousand-year soul ring. Is this what it means to be the chosen one? I love it."

The ten-thousand-year soul ring brought Mo Lin nothing but disappointment, but everyone else was utterly shocked. Naturally, they had never seen a ten-thousand-year fourth ring before.

Oh, except for Mo Jia. During the week before they set off, he had already seen Mo Lin's thousand-year second ring and ten-thousand-year fourth ring many times. He had become numb to such things.

Emperor Xue Ye said, "I didn't expect Shrek Academy to have a genius with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring. It seems Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team truly has little chance of survival in this match."

With a peculiar smile, Mo Lin clasped his fists toward Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Master Ning, you've spent quite a sum."

Looking at Mo Lin's expression, Ning Fengzhi desperately wanted to slap him a few times. But he obviously could not do that. He could only grip his cane tightly. This cane, which had accompanied him for many years, had already begun to crack.

There was no surprise in the final result. Though they did not finish the battle in a single minute as in the original work, Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team was still brutally beaten by Shrek because they had underestimated their opponents. They were beaten so badly they would not recognize their own mothers.

After the match had completely ended, Mo Lin was the first to rise.

"Sect Master Ning, I'm currently staying at XXXX. Please send over the agreed wager as soon as possible."

When Mo Lin and Mo Jia reached the outside of the arena, Mo Jia slapped a hand onto Mo Lin's shoulder and began laughing.

"Hahaha! I held it in all morning—I was practically dying! You acted way too convincingly. Even I thought you favored Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team! I never expected you to trick Ning Fengzhi and swindle more than fifty thousand out of him without spending a thing."

Mo Lin looked at his uncle, who had held back his laughter for so long and could still laugh now. He gave an awkward chuckle before speaking.

"I don't have much to say about the fact that you still feel like laughing right now. We should focus on something more important."

"Didn't you say nothing much had been happening lately?" Mo Jia asked.

Mo Lin said calmly, "Plans can't keep up with changes. This bet happened because Ning Fengzhi intended to find out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's current attitude toward Master Yu Xiaogang. But my answers were always vague, so he planned to end that conversation in a peaceful manner. He just didn't expect me to turn the tables on him in the end.

"In short, Ning Fengzhi intends to help the Heaven Dou Imperial Family 'snatch' someone. We need to stir something up and divert his attention."

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi was waiting for Shrek Academy along the route they had to take to leave the Soul Fighting Arena.

As Ning Rongrong walked along, she spotted her father standing ahead. She called out, "Dad!" and threw herself into his arms.

After hugging him for a while, Ning Rongrong suddenly realized that her father seemed to be missing something today. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Huh? Dad, why didn't you bring your cane today?"

Ning Fengzhi gave an awkward smile.

"Haha, I suddenly felt that always carrying a cane made me seem too old-fashioned. I thought I'd see what it felt like not to bring one today."

"I couldn't exactly say I crushed my own cane, could I?"

"But Dad, I saw you carrying your cane at the opening ceremony this morning," Ning Rongrong pressed on.

Wanting to turn the page on the matter as quickly as possible, Ning Fengzhi said:

"Rongrong, aren't you going to introduce your companions to your father?"

Ning Rongrong remembered this as well and decided not to dwell on the cane anymore. She grabbed Ning Fengzhi and pulled him toward the Shrek students.

When they reached Tang San and the others, Ning Fengzhi greeted them:

"Hello, children!"

"You all go back. I still have something to discuss with Xiaosan," Ning Fengzhi said.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue.

"Dad, you're so biased. You care more about Third Brother than you do about me."

Looking at Tang San, Ning Fengzhi said:

"I really would like to have a son as outstanding as Tang San."

Though Ning Rongrong called him biased, she still left with the others.

After everyone had gone far away, Tang San asked:

"Uncle Ning, may I ask what you wanted to see me about?"

Ning Fengzhi said seriously:

"I'm taking you to meet someone. That person knows something about why your father vanished from public view shortly after becoming a titled Douluo."