Chen Xin: I Feel Like I Have Nothing Left to Teach

Morning.

The first ray of sunlight fell upon Ning Rongrong's fair, pretty face.

She opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings.

"Where... am I?"

Ning Rongrong rubbed her head and sat up, her gaze still hazy.

A moment later.

Her mind seemed to clear. With a soft murmur, she looked toward the bedside.

"I... I actually slept in Su Li's bed?!"

"Where is he?"

Overcome with embarrassment, Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her head with the blanket and curled up inside, her delicate body trembling.

Only after her memories of last night became clearer did she cautiously poke her head out and inspect the room.

When she found no one there.

She secretly let out a breath of relief.

"Did that guy go cultivate or something?"

Ning Rongrong looked at the clothes on her body.

Mm, they were all still there.

So that meant...

She had fallen asleep last night, and then Su Li had woken up and carried her onto the bed to sleep?

At the thought of that possibility.

Ning Rongrong's fair face turned as red as if it had been scorched by fire, her eyes misty with shame.

But when she thought about how it was Su Li's bedding, it did not seem so hard to accept.

"Mm... sleeping in my future husband's bed should be fine, right?"

"Still, why does his bed smell so nice?"

"It smells so good, and it's incredibly comfortable."

For a moment, Ning Rongrong could not help taking a few more deep breaths. Then she wriggled around beneath the covers, behaving in an extremely strange manner.

At that moment.

Su Li entered the room and stared blankly at the caterpillar wriggling around on the bed.

It was even making some strange noises. He had no idea what it was doing.

Half a minute later.

Ning Rongrong, curled into a ball, happened to turn around and reveal half her head as she looked toward Su Li.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

"Ah! Stupid Su Li!"

"Get out! You bastard! Pervert!"

Su Li: "???"

Wait.

This was his room, wasn't it?

Forget it, forget it. He should just leave.

If he looked at the little princess for one second longer, she would probably explode.

Not long after.

Ning Rongrong emerged with a face red as blood, walking out shyly.

Su Li had wanted to greet her, but the girl took off running.

She even tripped and fell midway.

But she did not cry out in pain and kept running.

"Six."

Su Li helplessly shook his head, put away his sword, and began packing.

He was going to school today. Ning Rongrong had said that they would be staying there.

They would return once every seven days.

To be honest.

He was rather reluctant to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. After all, aside from cultivation, the maids handled everything else.

Once he got there.

He would see how things went first. If it did not work out, he would bring a maid along.

Half an hour later.

Su Li and Ning Rongrong arrived at Ning Fengzhi's place.

The two guardians were there as well. They immediately asked after his well-being and whether he felt any discomfort.

"No, everything's fine."

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "That's good. You really gave us quite a surprise yesterday."

"After hearing about it, quite a few Soul Kings and Soul Emperors in the sect were nearly ashamed to death."

"Those disciples in their early twenties have also started thinking about creating their own Soul Skills."

Ning Fengzhi looked at him with a gratified expression.

Having a genius to inspire the sect's disciples to cultivate more diligently was also a good thing.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect occupied a neutral position on the continent, so they did not really have any enemies.

Even if they did, the Sword and Bone Douluos took turns secretly protecting them every day.

There was no chance Su Li would die young.

A sword cultivator naturally needed the will to press forward without hesitation.

Here, with their protection.

There was no need for him to hide his talent too much.

"I think there's no need to waste time creating Self-Created Soul Skills. It would be better to cultivate more Soul Power."

"After all... not everyone is like me."

Su Li spoke calmly, as though he were simply stating something perfectly ordinary.

Ning Rongrong widened her eyes. She felt like that statement had insulted her too.

But she had no proof.

The hand holding Sword Douluo's teacup trembled slightly. He glanced at Gu Rong beside him, somewhat helpless.

This kid really was rather arrogant.

Still, it suited a sword cultivator's temperament.

"Hahaha! Fine, I'll remind those disciples in the future not to waste their time creating Self-Created Soul Skills."

Ning Fengzhi rose to his feet and looked at his beloved daughter, whose cheeks were puffed out at the side.

"Hmph! I'll definitely create my own Soul Skill someday too!"

"Sure, sure, my daughter is amazing too."

Ning Fengzhi said it rather perfunctorily, making Ning Rongrong stamp her feet.

Was she really that stupid!

Honestly, she, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Sect, would amaze everyone sooner or later!

A quarter of an hour later.

Chen Xin carried the two little ones and prepared to fly toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

With his hands behind his back, Ning Fengzhi sighed softly. "I wonder... whether agreeing to Poison Douluo was a good thing?"

"But if Xiao Li can truly make him willingly join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then having one more wife wouldn't be impossible."

"It's just that Rongrong will suffer a little."

Gu Rong patted his shoulder and smiled lightly. "Leave young people's affairs to young people."

"I think this kid will definitely have endless romantic luck in the future. With that temperament and that face, what little girl wouldn't be moved after seeing him?"

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chin, feeling that made sense.

"Uncle Bone, do you think I should arrange their engagement first?"

"I just feel uneasy without this engagement being settled."

Gu Rong nodded, indicating that it made sense.

If he had a daughter.

He would probably want to fight for the chance as well.

In the sky.

Ning Rongrong stood at the very front, spreading her arms excitedly as she enjoyed the wind from flying on a sword.

"Su Li, once you learn sword flight, who are you planning to carry first?"

"Who else would I carry if not you?"

"Bastard! I'm ignoring you!"

Ning Rongrong gave a light huff, folded her arms across her chest, and turned her head away.

Chen Xin smiled faintly as he watched them in silence.

"We're almost there. About one minute left."

As soon as he said that.

Su Li looked at Ning Rongrong's back, hesitated for a moment, and summoned his Pure Jun Sword.

Actually.

Ever since the first time he had ridden on Chen Xin's flying sword, he had paid close attention to how it was controlled.

For sword Soul Masters, one generally needed to become a Soul Elder before mastering it.

But for him, it was not difficult.

It was simply that time had been extremely limited.

"Grandpa Sword, I want to try sword flight."

"Hm?" Chen Xin frowned and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Su Li nodded seriously.

"Fine, I'll keep an eye on you."

"But don't be discouraged if you can't do it. Back then, I also—"

Before he could finish.

Su Li stepped onto his Pure Jun Sword and flew steadily ahead of them.

Chen Xin: "???"

"Eh, it doesn't seem that difficult."

"It just consumes Soul Power rather quickly, but it's enough to fly to the academy gates."

Su Li flew his sword back and looked at him with an innocent expression.

"Grandpa Sword, how long did it take you to learn it?"

Chen Xin's mouth twitched. His lips moved, and he nearly failed to hold back a curse.

"Get lost, get lost. You brat... take Rongrong and go."

The corners of Su Li's lips curled upward. He looked at the girl beside him, who had been secretly watching him, and held out his hand.

"Young Sect Master?"

"Hmph, since you're begging me, I'll do it. It's not like I really want to ride it."