Transmigrated to Douluo, Ning Rongrong Was a Little Off

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, rear mountain.

A six-year-old boy lay on the grass with a foxtail tucked between his lips, radiating an intensely melancholic aura.

Beside him sat a pink-cheeked girl with a little baby fat.

She wore a flowing cyan dress and little black leather shoes. With her chin propped in both hands, she secretly studied the boy beside her.

She looked adorably dazed, as though something weighed on her mind.

Ever since two and a half months ago.

Ning Rongrong had suddenly gained a memory.

A memory of the future.

More precisely... a memory of her future with Su Li.

They had been an enviable couple, husband and wife, partners, comrades-in-arms...

In the end, they had both broken through level one hundred and become gods.

The memories were vague, allowing her to see only scattered fragments.

Little girls were naturally curious, let alone a little demoness like her, who had always been overbearing and willful within the sect.

Thus.

Every day afterward, she went to pester Su Li.

Toward this "future husband" of hers, she showed an enthusiasm she had never shown toward any other sect disciple.

But this guy.

At first, he had been perfectly polite to her, but as time went on.

He began showing impatience.

She could feel it.

And that made her unhappy.

Was chatting with her really such a difficult thing?!

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks, rose to her feet with her hands on her hips, and gently kicked him a few times with her little foot.

"Hey! Stop lying there. Today is the day we awaken our martial souls. If you're late, the others will probably start gossiping about you."

Su Li: "..."

Unbelievable.

Young miss, did you think no one was gossiping already?

Over the past two and a half months, who in the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect didn't know that you came looking for me every day?

Having a face handsome enough to make men jealous and women fall for him was already depressing enough.

And now.

With you acting like such a simp, whether they were branch disciples or direct-line disciples, they probably envied him to death, didn't they?

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Su Li got up, dusted off his backside, and headed down the mountain without another word.

Seeing that he did not even wait for her, Ning Rongrong's little face turned red with anger. She stomped her foot and muttered a curse under her breath.

"Stupid Su Li! How did this young miss end up liking you in the future?!"

"Hmph~ I'll remember this! Once I win you over, I'll bully you properly!"

"You bad guy, treating me so coldly!"

The girl gave a soft snort, lifted her fair neck, and followed behind him.

His name was Su Li.

He was a transmigrator.

In his previous life, after playing a gal game called "Love Continent" and conquering the final female character, he had suddenly died from overwork and reincarnated into this world before birth.

In this life, he had no father or mother.

Chen Xin had picked him up.

Apparently, it was because he had radiated a unique and highly attractive aura at the time, so Chen Xin had brought him back to the sect.

Su Li knew what it was.

When he played games in his previous life.

He had maxed out every attribute: charm, physique, comprehension, luck...

He had raised them all to the highest level!

Unexpectedly.

After transmigrating here, he had inherited them as well.

That was a silver lining in an otherwise terrible situation.

"Everyone! Today is the day the sect awakens martial souls. Come up when your name is called!"

The gray-haired deacon held a register and looked solemnly at the boys and girls below the platform as he spoke calmly.

"Ning Chuan."

"Here!"

A nervous-looking boy stepped onto the platform and began awakening his martial soul under Deacon Wang's guidance.

Soon.

A wolf beast spirit radiating a bloody, baleful aura appeared behind him.

"Ning Chuan, martial soul: Blood Demon Wolf. Innate soul power: level two."

"Next."

Upon hearing this.

The boy named Ning Chuan lowered his head in disappointment and slowly stepped down from the awakening platform.

Within the sect, only those with innate soul power of level four or above received attention.

Without a lucky opportunity, he might only be an outer disciple for the rest of his life.

"Zhang San, martial soul: Wrapped-Head Chicken. Innate soul power: level two and a half."

"Li Si, martial soul: sickle. Innate soul power: level one."

"..."

On the high platform.

A handsome, refined man watched the awakening ceremony below, a trace of disappointment flashing through his eyes.

"Sigh... not even one with innate soul power at level seven?"

"The quality of this batch is a little low."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his brow, immediately feeling a headache coming on.

In his generation.

Only Ning Rongrong among his descendants possessed talent.

And she was a daughter, at that.

If no exceptionally gifted boy appeared in the sect, then once they were gone, would the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect not be swallowed by other forces?

"Don't be so hasty, Fengzhi. Haven't they finished awakening yet?"

"That little child Chen Xin brought back will probably bring us a surprise."

A smile appeared on Gu Rong's face as his gaze settled on a boy among the crowd who looked extraordinary at a glance.

Whether it was his appearance or temperament, he seemed to exist in an entirely different world from children his age.

Even among ten thousand people, he would still be exceptionally eye-catching.

At the mention of Su Li.

The worry on Ning Fengzhi's face eased considerably.

He knew this child.

He had paid quite a bit of attention to him normally.

Especially recently, when his precious daughter had been spending so much time around that boy, making him even more attentive.

"I hope so..." Ning Fengzhi sighed softly, a glimmer of expectation flashing through his eyes.

He stared at the boy below, hoping he would give him a surprise.

Deacon Wang continued calling names.

Soon.

Quite a few people had awakened.

Only Su Li and Ning Rongrong remained.

"I'll go first, I'll go first!" Without waiting for Deacon Wang to call her, the girl took quick little steps onto the platform, her face filled with pride.

Then.

She turned toward Su Li, gave a soft snort, and began preparing for her awakening.

Deacon Wang was already drenched in sweat.

He had only learned today that the young miss would be awakening together with these disciples. By rights, the two elders should have personally awakened her martial soul.

Forget it, no point worrying about it.

He would awaken her first.

Hopefully nothing went wrong, or he could kiss his life goodbye.

Soon.

A gentle aura radiated from Ning Rongrong, and gradually, a small seven-colored pagoda appeared in her hand.

Everyone's eyes widened as they sucked in a breath.

"Ning Rongrong... Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! Innate soul power... level nine!!!"

One stone stirred a thousand waves.

An uproar instantly broke out below the platform as everyone stared in shock at the glowing girl.

For a moment.

Countless boys in the sect felt a trace of affection stir in their hearts.

Along with a faint sense of inferiority.

Innate soul power at level nine.

Perhaps there were not many people like that on the entire continent.

Ning Rongrong smugly withdrew her martial soul and walked lightly toward Su Li with both hands behind her back.

Tilting her head, she said proudly.

"Hmph~ Isn't that amazing?"

"It's not too late to become this young miss's lackey now. Otherwise... hey, hey, hey! What's with you? Why are you ignoring me again?!"

Ning Rongrong stared at Su Li's retreating back, her little face flushed as she puffed out her cheeks and glared at him.

Fine.

She wanted to see whether this guy's innate soul power could truly surpass hers!

"Next, Su Li!"