Ning Rongrong

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

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

Jiang Chen looked enlightened. So the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip the system had given him had not been handed out casually after all. With one turn of his hand, 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 and allow the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to evolve into the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda. That way, she will no longer be limited by her martial soul."

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

Jiang Chen nodded. "Absolutely genuine."

Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily, his gaze filled with countless emotions. "My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is one of the continent's finest support-type martial souls, yet it is constrained by its martial soul. Reaching Soul Sage has always been the limit of one's life. In that case, thank you, Holy Son. If you ever need anything in the future, just give the word!"

"The dishes should be ready by now. This way, Holy Son."

Ning Fengzhi turned to Sword Douluo and said, "Uncle Chen, Rongrong should still be cultivating at Glazed Pavilion. Go call her over."

Ning Fengzhi then led Jiang Chen toward the dining hall. Along the way, there were many rare and exotic plants on both sides of the path. It had to be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was truly extravagantly wealthy.

"Haha, that little girl Rongrong is a bit stubborn, but after returning from Shrek Academy, she has been cultivating diligently all this time. No matter how I ask her what happened, she refuses to say. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing."

Jiang Chen fell into thought at those words. 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. You young people will always get along better than we do."

"If you don't mind, Holy Son, you may call me Uncle Ning. From now on, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Wuhun Hall will be close allies."

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

Before the dining hall stood a round jade table piled high with delicacies. Jiang Chen was stunned when he saw it. This was what they called a simple meal?

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

Before long, Sword Douluo Chen Xin slowly approached, followed by a young girl in a blue dress. She had sweet features, and even her walk 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 over. 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 feeling distressed. He had headaches when she did not like cultivating in the past, 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 looked 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'll necessarily beat me in physical ability."

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

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

"It's fine, Uncle Ning."

"You're Ning Rongrong, right? What's your cultivation level?"

Ning Rongrong wore a smug smile, as if she were saying, I've been waiting for you to ask that. Let's see if I don't scare you stiff.

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

Well? Scared now, weren't you? This young lady was a genius. She had cultivated hard for so many years. No matter how monstrous you were, could your level possibly be higher than mine?

What Holy Son? Go ahead and worship me!

Jiang Chen saw through Ning Rongrong's little thoughts and held back his urge to laugh. She really did have a child's temperament. There was nothing bad about that, though. At least she was easy to fool. Hehe...

"Wow, then you're really impressive!" Jiang Chen said with feigned surprise.

"Hmph, of course. Don't you know who this young lady is?"

"What's your cultivation level?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Jiang Chen, waiting to see an ashamed look on his face.

Jiang Chen said awkwardly, "I... I can't compare to Miss Ning. I'm merely a god over level one hundred. It's truly embarrassing!"

Ning Rongrong had been about to comfort Jiang Chen, telling him that a low cultivation level was fine and that he only needed to keep working hard... but after hearing him finish, her words stopped dead.

"What the hell? Just because you're a little handsome, you claim to be over level one hundred? Why don't you just fly to the heavens?"

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

"I don't believe you. Let's have a match, a 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 at Ning Fengzhi as if troubled. Ning Fengzhi nodded in approval.

Little brat, even your father agreed, so I won't hold back.

The two arrived at an open area.

Ning Rongrong smirked. "You'd better be careful."

Ning Rongrong released all her soul power and pressured Jiang Chen with it, but... Jiang Chen felt... like he felt nothing at all!

Ning Rongrong focused completely, controlling her soul power to the utmost limit. She glanced at Jiang Chen. Well? Drenched in sweat now?

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

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded. How was that possible?!

Jiang Chen had to be pretending!

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

Yet Jiang Chen's expression did not change in the slightest. Under Ning Rongrong's shocked gaze, he walked up to her, raised a hand, and gently stroked her light 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 didn't believe me. Your pressure has no effect on 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 spoke up at once. "Rongrong, just accept it. Why aren't you thanking Brother Chen?"

Ning Fengzhi was more anxious than anyone at that moment. He was giving her a treasure, yet she still did not want it!

"What kind of miraculous 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, is Miss Ning afraid it's poisoned and doesn'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 gulp. After chewing it a few times, the Immortal-grade Qiluo Tulip transformed into a warm current that flowed into every part of her body.

"Th-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 and could not help worrying.

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

"She should be able to raise her soul power by around five levels."

Ning Fengzhi was relieved upon hearing that and said with a smile, "Worthy nephew, let's eat first."

Jiang Chen: Uncle Ning, you're already calling me worthy nephew, huh? Since you intend to bring us together, then I'll... hehe!

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

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

Earlier, readers asked what Jiang Chen would do after passing his Godhood inheritance to Sword Douluo.

Jiang Chen established the Sword Dao Godhood himself. Jiang Chen was the Sword Dao itself, while Sword Douluo inheriting the Godhood meant he only inherited a part of the Sword Dao. This was mentioned in Chapter 20. Sword Douluo walked his own path of the Sword Dao. The farther Sword Douluo progressed along his Sword Dao, the more complete and powerful Jiang Chen's Sword Dao would become.