Little Girl, Don't Tell Me You've Fallen for Me?

Half an hour passed.

"Xiao Chen, please take good care of Rongrong from now on."

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. "Uncle Ning, don't worry. Rongrong will shine brilliantly even in the God Realm someday..."

"Come, let me toast you."

Jiang Chen raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

Ning Fengzhi also raised his cup and emptied it in one gulp.

"Uncle Chen, a toast to you."

Jiang Chen refilled his cup and spoke to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Uncle Gu, a toast to you."

Light blossomed around Ning Rongrong, and she slowly opened her eyes.

A nine-tiered pagoda slowly appeared in Ning Rongrong's hand. "It... it really became the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda?!"

Ning Rongrong's face was filled with shock. "My soul power has also increased by five levels!"

"Dad, my martial soul has become the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda!"

Ning Rongrong shouted excitedly.

But no one answered. Ning Rongrong looked into the distance and saw her father, her two grandfathers, and Jiang Chen clinking cups and chatting merrily.

"Xiao Chen, come on, drink, drink, drink!"

"Uncle Ning, I've finished mine. Drink as you please!"

"..."

They were clearly already drunk. Every now and then, they would throw arms around one another's shoulders and urge each other to drink. Ning Rongrong could already picture what would happen next: they would slam the table and swear brotherhood, then make her call Jiang Chen Uncle.

"Dad, stop drinking!"

Ning Rongrong marched up to the table indignantly and shouted at Ning Fengzhi.

"Rongrong, what's wrong? You won't even let your father enjoy himself?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong with a mildly reproachful tone.

Ning Rongrong was struck dumb. Her father had always doted on her—why had he become like this after drinking?!

"Hey, Uncle Ning, Rongrong is still young and doesn't understand. Come on, let's continue. I'll drink mine; you drink as you please!"

Jiang Chen raised his cup and drained it.

"Since Xiao Chen has finished his, I'll drink two cups straight away!"

Jiang Chen gave him a thumbs-up. "Uncle Ning, awesome!"

"Hahaha!"

Ning Rongrong was about to explode with rage. I don't understand?!

"Rongrong, how is your martial soul? How much did your soul power increase?"

Jiang Chen picked up a piece of fish, put it into his mouth, spat out the bones, and looked at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong was still deeply grateful to Jiang Chen. She knew the limits of her martial soul: she could only cultivate to level eighty at most in her lifetime and would never be able to obtain an eighth soul ring.

But the immortal herb Jiang Chen had given her had elevated her martial soul to the Nine-Treasure Glazed Pagoda, completely resolving that flaw.

Ning Rongrong's gratitude toward Jiang Chen went without saying.

"Brother Chen, I'll remember this favor. I will definitely repay you someday."

Ning Rongrong spoke with a solemn expression, her tone full of conviction.

Jiang Chen merely waved his hand calmly. "Rongrong, if you really insist on repaying such a small favor, then... we'll talk about it later."

Jiang Chen looked at Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Gu Rong, who had already drunk too much, and cupped his hands. "Uncle Ning, I'll be leaving first."

Ning Fengzhi wanted to ask him to stay, but Jiang Chen hurriedly refused. "I still have important matters to attend to. It really wouldn't be convenient to delay."

Hearing that, Ning Fengzhi could not say much more. Ning Rongrong called out timidly, "Brother... Brother Chen..."

Jiang Chen looked at Ning Rongrong. The words Ning Rongrong was about to say caught in her throat like a fishbone.

Jiang Chen smiled at her and transmitted his voice with spiritual power. "Little girl, don't tell me you've fallen for me?"

A faint blush spread across Ning Rongrong's pale yellow face. She clenched her fists and glared at Jiang Chen with embarrassed indignation.

Jiang Chen summoned the Zhuxian Sword, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the sky.

Only Jiang Chen's carefree figure and his final words remained in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

Ning Rongrong did not know what kind of feelings she had for Jiang Chen. Clutching her heart, she could not help asking herself.

Do I like him?

As Jiang Chen flew along, he suddenly felt his body starting to float. "Damn, the alcohol's hitting me!"

Jiang Chen's body swayed as he rode his sword crookedly, its tip bobbing uncertainly up and down.

"Damn it, why is my head... so dizzy!"

Jiang Chen focused his energy and forced himself to stay awake. Traveling at high speed, he soon returned to Wuhun Hall.

"Oh? You still knew to come back?!"

The moment Jiang Chen returned to Autumn Pavilion, he heard a teasing voice. Looking up, he saw his bargain-bin teacher, Bibi Dong, with Hu Liena—the senior sister whose first kiss he had stolen—standing behind her.

So they had been waiting here for him all this time?!

Jiang Chen swayed as he stood. He understood perfectly well, but still pretended to be confused as he smiled and said, "Teacher, Senior Sister, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Chen's cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes were narrowed as he spoke. Put him on the street, and anyone could tell at a glance that he was drunk.

Bibi Dong walked over, carefully looked Jiang Chen up and down, then said coldly, "You've been drinking. You even smell faintly of a woman?!"

"You are the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall, yet you run around fooling around every day. What kind of behavior is this?!"

When Jiang Chen returned, Hu Liena had been ready to persuade her teacher and speak up for him. But the moment she heard that Jiang Chen carried a woman's scent, she felt Bibi Dong could stand to be even harsher. A man who ruined his reputation like this should be tied up and whipped!

Otherwise, there would be no real punishment!

Jiang Chen frowned and opened his eyes, pleadingly looking toward Hu Liena. Hu Liena turned her head aside and pretended not to see him.

Jiang Chen: Being powerful doesn't mean I can avoid punishment?

Ever since Jiang Chen had kissed Hu Liena that time, their relationship had become subtle. It was neither good nor bad, truly making things difficult.

Seeing Bibi Dong about to tug his ear, Jiang Chen immediately explained, "Teacher, I really went out to handle something important."

Bibi Dong said coldly, "Drinking with prostitutes?!"

"Hey, Teacher, it really wasn't..."

Jiang Chen then explained what had happened at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, though he left out some details.

"You're quite something, kid. You drank Ning Fengzhi and those two old men under the table." Bibi Dong teased him for no apparent reason.

"Teacher, I'll go back first... and rest."

Jiang Chen closely watched Bibi Dong's expression. Then he clutched his forehead and said with a pained expression, "Teacher, I really can't take this discomfort anymore."

Bibi Dong supported Jiang Chen and turned to Hu Liena. "Nana, prepare a bowl of hangover soup and bring it over."

"Yes, Teacher."

Hu Liena glanced at Jiang Chen, who had hooked his arm around Bibi Dong's and was half leaning against her chest, then left Autumn Pavilion.

"You looked like this and still dared to ride your sword back. How did you not fall to your death on the way?" Bibi Dong supported Jiang Chen upstairs.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, breathing in the distinctive scent of a mature woman from Bibi Dong. He looked at her with a grin. "Teacher, could you bear... to let me die?"

"If I died, would you... be sad?"

Jiang Chen asked two questions in succession. Bibi Dong's heart trembled, but she did not answer.

Bibi Dong helped Jiang Chen lie down on the bed, her alluring eyes fixed on him. But Jiang Chen had already drifted half asleep; otherwise, he would have stolen a kiss with the courage the alcohol gave him.

After all, alcohol gave cowards courage.

Bibi Dong looked at her treasured disciple, sighed softly, and sat quietly by the bedside, keeping watch.