Ning Rongrong: Su Li... My Foot...

Boom!

The sword qi was abyssal, vast as a dragon.

The surging holy power gradually destroyed Ning Chen's spear.

The young man clenched his teeth, the fighting spirit in his eyes erupting to its peak.

Yet before such terrifying sword qi, there was simply no way to turn the tide.

The gap... why was it so enormous?

Could it be that ordinary disciples like them truly could not compare to even a single finger of a genius?

Unwilling.

So unwilling!

Ning Chen closed his eyes. His mother's tears, his father's instructions, and his grandmother's encouragement surfaced in his mind...

Would he win this time?

Just as Ning Chen seemed to be grasping at something—

His martial soul exploded with a roar.

His entire body was sent flying off the arena, his aura utterly weakened.

"Cough, cough..."

Ning Chen clutched his chest and drew a deep breath.

He opened his eyes, looked at the glowing youth, moved his lips, and murmured softly, "Why do I feel like... after fighting him, I almost comprehended something?"

A faint doubt flashed through Ning Chen's mind.

In the end, his body reached its limit, and he collapsed into sleep.

Very quickly.

A healing-type Soul Master stepped forward to examine him.

"He's fine. He'll be alright after some sleep."

Upon receiving the answer.

The elder referee let out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

Ning Chen's talent was considered quite good within the sect. At only fifteen, he was already a level 29 Grand Soul Master and had the potential to become a Soul Douluo in the future.

He could not be seriously injured and have his cultivation delayed.

"I announce that Su Li is the victor!"

The air fell silent for several seconds before deafening cheers immediately erupted.

Standing on the arena, Su Li watched Ning Chen being carried away, a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.

He had just felt that this senior brother had nearly comprehended something.

Unfortunately, he ultimately failed. He was still a little short.

Ten seconds later.

Su Li withdrew his martial soul and prepared to leave.

Then, a figure suddenly appeared before him and pressed a hand onto his head.

"Uncle Ning?"

"Mm... you did well."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his head, then looked gently toward the sect youths in the audience. His voice was loud and bright.

"Everyone, are you envious of Su Li now that he possesses such strength?"

Hearing the sect master say this.

Quite a few disciples replied awkwardly.

"No, no! We all admire him very much!"

"That's right. Junior Brother Su Li cultivated that strength himself. We..."

Ning Fengzhi raised a hand to interrupt them and smiled lightly. "No need to explain... you're young. Being competitive is a good thing."

"Everyone feels envy. There's no need to hide it."

"What I want to say is that you may think Su Li is very glorious now, but you do not know how much effort he has put in behind the scenes."

At those words.

The disciples all sat upright, listening to Ning Fengzhi with solemn expressions.

"Ever since Su Li awakened his martial soul, he has risen before dawn every day to practice his swordsmanship. He never rests in between, and at night he returns to his room to cultivate soul power, as though he dares not slack off."

"Many of you are sword cultivators. You should understand just how difficult it is to swing a sword ten thousand times a day, right?"

"Su Li could not do this at first, but through accumulated effort and unrelenting hard work, he now maintains the task of swinging his sword ten thousand times every day."

"In terms of diligence, who among you can compare to him?"

Soon after.

Ning Fengzhi continued speaking about how hard Su Li worked. For a time, everyone looked at the youth on the arena with sincere admiration in their eyes.

Su Li glanced at the handsome young man beside him, who was serving up inspirational talk, and could not help marveling that Ning Fengzhi truly had the bearing of a sect master.

He was actually using Su Li's "hard work" to spur these people on.

That was right.

For example, a genius who could remember every key point after reading a book once was not very effective at inspiring students.

But if you told them about a very slow student who got the same problem wrong more than ten times, asked about it more than ten times, yet still persisted in studying it—

Studying at four in the morning and not going to sleep until midnight.

Such a model of diligent effort and gradual improvement was what could inspire those who wanted to improve but felt lost.

Though the effect might only last for a while, whenever they wanted to give up, they only needed to think of that "hardworking genius."

Perhaps they really could grit their teeth and keep going.

"Since things have come to this, I won't say much more."

"In short, ninety-nine percent of Su Li's current cultivation came from diligent practice."

"Everyone, you should learn from him."

A moment later.

Quite a few emotional girls began crying at once, tears streaming down their faces as their voices choked with sobs.

"Junior Brother Su Li is so inspiring! What kind of motivation supports him in doing this day after day?"

"Damn it! From now on, I'll cultivate diligently too. I won't visit brothels anymore!"

"I'll bring my son over right away and keep a close watch on his cultivation. I'll make sure he becomes like Junior Brother Su Li too!"

At this moment.

The person most inspired was wiping away her tears and lowering her head in shame.

"He works so hard, but what about me?"

"No! From now on, I'll cultivate with him every day and sleep beside him!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and secretly made up her mind.

Su Li: I have a bad feeling about this.

After the inspirational talk was over.

Ning Fengzhi rewarded several disciples who had performed well earlier. With both encouragement and rewards, those youths became even more enthusiastic about cultivation.

Su Li, the tool, was finally released by him.

"Sigh... I never thought I'd see the day."

Night had fallen.

Seeing Ning Rongrong occupying his bed, Su Li could not help covering his head and sighing softly. "Young Miss, is this really alright?"

"I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of!"

Ning Rongrong dangled her delicate little feet, lying smugly on the bed with her hands behind her head. She gently sniffed the blanket, pillow, and bedsheets.

Mm~

Little husband's bed smelled so nice.

Why did he smell fragrant every day?

It really smelled so good!

"Fine, then."

Su Li took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed.

Looking at those jade-like little feet, he silently reminded himself that this was only orthopedic massage, that he was treating a patient.

He absolutely had no other thoughts.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was flushed as she lay on her stomach, secretly watching him from the corner of her eye.

Would she not know whether something like this was appropriate?

But.

She truly could not hold herself back!

Besides...

They were only cultivating, and then resting when they got sleepy.

They were not doing anything excessive.

A moment later.

Ning Rongrong's expression stiffened. She buried her head in the blanket and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, "Su Li~"

"Mm."

Five minutes later.

He set it down, breathing rapidly.

Damn.

As expected of Love Continent, at this age, she actually...

Su Li shook his head, calming his heart.

"Cultivate. Stop fooling around."

"Mm..."

Glancing at the shy and obedient Ning Rongrong, he thought that this little princess actually had such a side to her.

Sigh.

Children were easy to handle. Feelings had to be nurtured from childhood.

He only hoped.

That she would not become too controlling in the future.

It would be best if she did not lock him up like she said in her sleep...

Mm.

Probably not, right?

How could a little princess who grew up surrounded by love do something like that?