Ning Rongrong

"Sect Master Ning, is Ning Rongrong currently studying at Shrek Academy?"

Ning Fengzhi did not know how Jiang Chen knew that Ning Rongrong had gone to Shrek Academy, but he still said, "Rongrong once ran away from home and stayed at Shrek Academy for a while. Later, she returned for certain reasons."

Jiang Chen looked enlightened. So the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip given by the system had not been handed out casually after all. With one move, it had made the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect owe him an enormous favor.

"Sect Master Ning, I have a gift for your daughter. It can alter her Martial Soul, allowing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to advance into the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda. That way, she will no longer be restricted by her Martial Soul."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. "Is what the Holy Son says true?!"

Jiang Chen nodded. "Absolutely genuine."

Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is one of the continent's finest support-type Martial Souls, yet it has always been limited by its nature. Reaching Soul Sage was the utmost limit for one's entire life. If that is true, then I thank you, Holy Son. Should you ever need anything in the future, simply give the word!"

"The dishes should be nearly ready. Holy Son, this way, please."

Ning Fengzhi turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin. "Uncle Chen, Rongrong should still be cultivating at the Glazed Pavilion. Go bring her here."

Ning Fengzhi then led Jiang Chen toward the dining hall. Along the way, rare flowers and exotic herbs lined both sides of the path. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly was extravagantly wealthy.

"Haha, that little girl Rongrong is a bit stubborn, but ever since she returned from Shrek Academy, she has been cultivating diligently. Whenever I ask what happened, she refuses to tell me. I don't know whether that is a good thing or a bad thing."

Jiang Chen fell into thought. According to the original plot, Ning Rongrong should not have returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She should have remained at Shrek Academy until the Advanced Soul Master Tournament ended.

What exactly had happened?!

"Sect Master Ning, I'll have a chat with your daughter later."

Ning Fengzhi smiled. "That would be good. Young people like you will always get along better than we do."

"If you do not mind, call me Uncle Ning. From now on, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Wuhun Hall will be close friends."

Since Ning Fengzhi had put it that way, Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Uncle Ning, you should call me Little Chen. I'm already calling you Uncle Ning, yet you still call me Holy Son. That makes us sound distant..."

"Hahaha, I never expected Wuhun Hall to obtain a monster like you. At such a young age, you created your own Godhood. No one on the continent can compare to you!"

"You flatter me, Uncle Ning."

In front of the dining hall stood a round jade table, covered with delicacies. Jiang Chen was stunned. This was what they called a simple meal?

Then what had he been eating for the past sixteen years, pig slop?

Before long, Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly approached, followed by a young girl in a blue dress. She had sweet features, and even her steps carried a hint of playfulness.

This was Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Grandpa Sword, why did Father call for me?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

"Rongrong, you'll find out soon enough. It's definitely a surprise."

"Rongrong, come here. This is the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall, Jiang Chen."

Seeing the faint dark circles beneath Ning Rongrong's eyes, Ning Fengzhi could not help but feel heartache. He had worried when she had disliked cultivating before, but now that she was cultivating desperately, he could not bear to see it either.

"You're the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall?" Ning Rongrong sized Jiang Chen up and down.

"I heard you're some kind of monster. Want to have a match?"

"Don't think that just because I'm a support-type Soul Master, you can beat me. In terms of physical fitness, you might not even be my opponent."

Ning Rongrong folded her arms and looked at Jiang Chen proudly.

"Rongrong, don't be rude!" Ning Fengzhi reprimanded her.

"It's fine, Uncle Ning."

"Ning Rongrong, right? What is your cultivation level?"

Ning Rongrong wore a smug smile, as if she had been waiting for that question. Just watch me drop your jaw.

"This young lady is... um... a level forty-two Soul Ancestor."

What about that? Shocked, aren't you? This young lady is a genius. I've cultivated hard for so many years—no matter how monstrous you are, can you really be stronger than me?

What Holy Son? Go on, worship me all you want!

Jiang Chen saw through Ning Rongrong's little thoughts and held back his urge to laugh. She really did have a child's temperament. Nothing wrong with that—at least she was easy to fool. Hehe...

"Wow, that's amazing!" Jiang Chen said with feigned surprise.

"Hmph, of course it is. Who do you think this young lady is?"

"What's your cultivation level?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Jiang Chen, waiting to see an embarrassed expression appear on his face.

Jiang Chen said awkwardly, "I... I can't compare with Miss Ning. I'm merely a god of a little over level one hundred. How embarrassing!"

Ning Rongrong had just been about to comfort Jiang Chen, telling him that a low cultivation level was no big deal and that he just needed to keep working hard... but after hearing the rest of his words, she stopped cold.

"What the hell? Just because you're handsome, you think you can claim to be over level one hundred? Why don't you just fly into the sky while you're at it?"

Jiang Chen casually shook his head. "Believe it or not."

"I don't believe you. Let's have a match—Soul Power clash!"

Jiang Chen: Are you sure?

"You big liar, don't tell me you're scared?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Jiang Chen with a provocative gaze.

Jiang Chen looked toward Ning Fengzhi awkwardly. Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement.

Little brat, even your father agrees. Then I won't hold back.

The two arrived at an open area.

Ning Rongrong grinned wickedly. "You'd better be careful."

Ning Rongrong released all her Soul Power to pressure Jiang Chen. But... Jiang Chen felt... like he felt nothing at all!

Ning Rongrong concentrated fully, controlling her Soul Power to its utmost limit. She glanced at Jiang Chen. What now? Breaking out in a cold sweat yet?

Under Ning Rongrong's pressure, which was practically nonexistent to him, Jiang Chen calmly walked toward her.

Ning Rongrong stared in disbelief. How was that possible?!

Jiang Chen had to be pretending!

Ning Rongrong clenched her teeth and erupted with all her strength. A bead of fragrant sweat rolled down her smooth cheek from her forehead.

Yet Jiang Chen's expression did not change in the slightest. Under Ning Rongrong's stunned gaze, he walked up to her and gently stroked her pale golden hair. "Miss Ning, you still need more practice!"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly incredulous. She withdrew her Soul Power and asked in disbelief, "Jiang Chen, did you cheat?"

"Miss Ning, I told you I'm a god, but you refused to believe me. Your pressure is useless against me!"

"Oh, right. This is called the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip. After you consume it, it can evolve your Martial Soul and increase your Soul Power as well."

Jiang Chen took out the immortal herb rewarded by the system and held it out before Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong looked at Jiang Chen hesitantly. "Really~?"

Ning Fengzhi hurriedly stepped forward. "Rongrong, accept it. Why aren't you thanking Brother Chen?"

Ning Fengzhi was more anxious than anyone right now. Someone was giving her a treasure, and she still did not want it!

"What amazing effect could one little flower possibly have?"

Ning Rongrong clearly did not believe it.

"Why not eat it and find out?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong hesitate, Jiang Chen continued, "What, Miss Ning? Are you afraid it's poisonous and don't dare to eat it?"

Ning Rongrong pouted. "Who's afraid? I'll eat it!"

Ning Rongrong stuffed the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip into her mouth in one go. After chewing a few times, it transformed into a warm current that flowed into every part of her body.

"This... this is?!"

Ning Rongrong's pupils widened as she cried out in shock. Then she immediately sat cross-legged and entered a state of complete absorption.

"Little Chen, what's happening?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong, unable to stop himself from worrying.

"Uncle Ning, it's fine. Rongrong is only absorbing the immense medicinal power of the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip."

"She should be able to increase her Soul Power by around five levels as well."

Ning Fengzhi relaxed upon hearing that and smiled. "Worthy nephew, let's eat first."

Uncle Ning is calling me worthy nephew now? Since he intends to match us up, then I'll... hehe!

Ning Fengzhi called Jiang Chen over to take a seat, and the two chatted and laughed as they ate.

Ning Rongrong: ...You're not waiting for me?

Earlier, a reader asked: if Jiang Chen passed his Godhood inheritance to Sword Douluo, what would Jiang Chen do himself?

Jiang Chen established the Sword Dao Godhood himself. Jiang Chen was the Sword Dao, while Sword Douluo inheriting the Godhood only meant inheriting a part of the Sword Dao. This was written in Chapter 20. Sword Douluo was walking his own path of the Sword Dao; the farther Sword Douluo went on that path, the more complete and powerful Jiang Chen's Sword Dao would become.