Ning Fengzhi Was Dumbfounded: What Kind of Women Do You Like?

Jiang Nanchen covered his head.

"You can't knock my head."

Qian Renxue smiled. "Why not?"

"Because I won't grow taller if you do!" Jiang Nanchen said seriously.

Qian Renxue burst out laughing. "All right, all right, I won't knock your head."

What a clever little rascal.

Jiang Nanchen said that purely because he did not want Qian Renxue knocking his head.

The two arrived at the VIP room, one after the other.

"Here's the money."

Qian Renxue took out a black-gold card and handed it to the staff member.

After processing it, the staff member handed the packaged Sacred Radiance Stone to Qian Renxue.

"Your Highness, it has been packaged. Here is your card as well."

Qian Renxue took them and handed the Sacred Radiance Stone to Jiang Nanchen.

"Take it." Jiang Nanchen accepted it and excitedly took out the Sacred Radiance Stone. It glittered brilliantly, and he held it so fondly as though he had obtained a priceless treasure.

Seeing how happy Jiang Nanchen was, Qian Renxue felt that her efforts had not been wasted.

"Qinghe, where did you find this child?"

Ning Fengzhi's laughter came from behind them, accompanied by two sets of steady footsteps.

Qian Renxue turned around.

Ning Fengzhi wore a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with bamboo. Gentle and refined in appearance, he held a jade-bone folding fan as he approached with a warm smile.

Two people stood beside him. On the left was Chen Xin, lean and upright, his gaze sharp as an unsheathed sword. On the right was Gu Rong, broad and powerfully built, with a gaunt and stern face.

Ning Fengzhi was holding the hand of a little girl—Ning Rongrong. Delicate as a porcelain doll, she looked around curiously with her round eyes wide open.

"Teacher, Senior Chen, Senior Gu, and little Rongrong."

Qian Renxue greeted each of them.

Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to ask something, his gaze suddenly fell upon Jiang Nanchen, who was hugging the stone. The words on his lips were swallowed back, and his eyes filled with astonishment.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were the same.

Why did this child look so much like that little angel of the Qian Family?

They looked as though they had been carved from the same mold.

Ning Fengzhi's throat moved as he hesitated. He looks so much like the Qian Family's little angel. Could it be that my student reached some sort of agreement with that little angel and brought this child to Heaven Dou City for training?

If that is true, then Spirit Hall must have ulterior motives. But Xue Qinghe is no fool—could he really fail to see it?

This was merely his suspicion. He still needed to ask about the child's origins.

Ning Rongrong, however, was simply curious. It was her first time seeing golden hair, and she dearly wanted to step forward for a closer look. But before she could do so, Ning Fengzhi had already spoken.

"Qinghe, this child is?"

Qinghe, you had better explain this clearly to your teacher.

If Spirit Hall is truly threatening you, I can still help you deal with it.

"This child? I adopted him."

Qian Renxue answered calmly.

Ning Fengzhi was a deeply calculating man. That brief pause just now had probably already led him to countless conclusions.

Unfortunately, he was likely wrong about all of them.

"An adopted child?"

Ning Fengzhi frowned.

To casually adopt a child like this was a little too absurd, wasn't it?

Qian Renxue continued, "I understand Teacher's doubts. This child came from Holy Soul Village and was adopted by the village chief, Old Jack."

"What about his martial soul and innate soul power?"

Ning Fengzhi had no intention of dropping the matter after just a few words.

Qian Renxue snorted inwardly. Old fox, you really won't let a single detail go.

"He has full innate soul power, and his martial soul is the Sacred Angel!"

"An angel!"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted. Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, both finding it utterly unbelievable.

An angel martial soul had actually appeared in Holy Soul Village. Most likely, it was a bloodline left behind outside.

As for his resemblance to that little angel, Ning Fengzhi could not make any guesses.

Moreover, ever since Bibi Dong had become Pope, Qian Renxue had rarely appeared on the continent. There had been no news of her for many years.

"You're really pretty."

"And your martial soul is an angel too!"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward to speak with him.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she was not shy in the slightest. She carried herself openly and generously.

"Is that so? I think I'm very pretty too."

Jiang Nanchen replied with a smile.

The adults who had been talking watched the two children converse.

Chen Xin raised a brow and smiled. "This child truly is unusual."

Rongrong was certainly not lacking in looks, yet Jiang Nanchen was not timid at all. He even responded calmly and without the slightest fluster.

He was much steadier than children his age.

"Old Sword, I bet when you were his age, you wouldn't have even dared speak to Rongrong. Your face would have turned red, wouldn't it?"

Gu Rong teased with a grin.

"Old Bones, is your skin itching?"

Chen Xin shot Gu Rong a glare.

"How could I possibly blush? Back then, I was extremely aloof."

"Yes, extremely aloof indeed~" Gu Rong drawled.

The two traded barbs back and forth.

Ning Fengzhi looked at them, then at Xue Qinghe. He smiled helplessly, no longer in the mood to continue chatting.

"Qinghe, don't take offense."

"What are you saying, Teacher? Both seniors are people of temperament. I'll take Nanchen and leave first."

Qian Renxue took Jiang Nanchen's little hand and left the VIP room.

Ning Fengzhi fell into thought. Perhaps he should investigate this in detail.

If the truth was as he suspected, could he invite the child to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? In any case, staying by Xue Qinghe's side was no different from joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Meanwhile, Jiang Nanchen and Qian Renxue headed toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

"Nanchen, I need to tell you this: avoid contact with Ning Fengzhi. He is deeply calculating, and you are no match for him."

Qian Renxue spoke very seriously.

There was no one around, so she could tell Jiang Nanchen a few things to watch out for.

"Sect Master Ning only wants to recruit me, but I'm not that easy to fool."

Jiang Nanchen said.

Qian Renxue paused, then smiled. "You're quite smart to see through that. This Crown Prince did not misjudge you. When you grow up, would you like to follow me? Once I become emperor, you'll stand above everyone but one."

"I'll pass."

Qian Renxue had thought Jiang Nanchen would agree, but she had not expected such a decisive rejection.

"You don't like power?"

"I don't."

"What about women?"

"I do, but I have high standards. Ordinary ones don't catch my eye."

Jiang Nanchen answered bluntly.

He was no saint. Claiming that he did not like women would have been too fake.

"You're quite honest."

Qian Renxue smiled. "Since ancient times, heroes have struggled to overcome the allure of beautiful women. It seems you're no exception, Nanchen!"

At least he was honest.

She liked honest children.

"Then what kind do you like?"

Qian Renxue pressed curiously.

"Later, your Crown Prince brother can find a few for you."

Jiang Nanchen looked at Qian Renxue's eager expression.

"At the very least, she has to be stunning enough to topple a kingdom. Someone like Pope Bibi Dong."

Setting everything else aside, Bibi Dong's appearance alone was unquestionably among the very best.

At the mention of Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's brows furrowed slightly, and she seemed somewhat displeased. She added, "Anyone else? Someone younger, perhaps? Bibi Dong is already so old. Find someone young."

"Younger?"

"That's right." Qian Renxue nodded.

The corners of Jiang Nanchen's lips curled upward.

"Then Bibi Dong's daughter, I suppose. Her daughter must be beautiful too—she'll definitely inherit her genes."